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Pour Amandine (Don't steal this fuckers - be nice and there will be a series with this one) Pour Amandine Je t'aimais, mais ne serait-ce que pour une nuit. The sun shone through her large but narrow Torino apartment window. Her rays warmed the bed covers draping her ivory body under them. Her black curls wound wildly on her pillow. It was the sun's light that brightened every freckle on her cheeks. I watched as her heartbeat sent the most simple of tremors over her French pyjama top. The crème camisole settled on her every curve. You could barely see the outline of her areolas beneath her plump pink nipples.But you could see them if you focused. She must have felt me watching her in her sleep next to me. How could I not? When would be the next serendipitous time I would be bedded by a fucking hot raven haired, green eyed French woman in her Italian apartment looking at her tits? Any man or woman would be fools to not take the same opportunity as I did this morning. Her body curled towards me and her dark ringlets cascaded down my shoulder. Most lucky was that her shifting towards me made her camisole drape down and now her beautiful pierced nipple was shining like a star sitting upon the horizon. It begged me to kiss her, to touch her and swirl my tongue around and again. Just watching her lay before me made my pussy so beyond wet. I crossed my legs as tight as possible to be able to feel how much I needed and wanted to fuck . ....... Without even noticing her fingers had found themselves nestled slyly between her panties and her clit. She shouldn't feel guilty, should she? ....... I reached between my legs and felt dampness. I ached for her. I wanted to taste her juices so badly my mouth was watering in anticipation. My fingers felt so good, but I felt so dirty. This poor girl was sleeping after a long night out and here I am getting off on my<b> fantasy </font></b>of fucking her on her kitchen table! You see? This is why we can't have normal friends. I came so good and quiet that she didn't even notice as I even spoiled myself with seconds. Damned it felt good. I couldn't help but wonder how creamy she had made me. I had to check. With my first two fingers I spread my lips aside. With such long nails, I have to be careful so I don't do damage to me. Only one woman, my Strawberry Shortcake, noticed my dulled fingers on my right hand. I think the first thing she said to me after looking at my ring and middle fingernails blunted was, "you may be married, but girl....you gay". I know. I knew. I chuckled to myself as I slid my middle finger into me. Yep, creamy. Sooooo nice and warm. My finger came out and I couldn't resist it - I had to taste it. My lips surrounding my middle finger I stuck it as far as I could go. Still blunted, my nail tickled the tip of my epiglottis as I sucked off my heavenly juices. My heart now calm and my soul satiated, I looked to the wall and looked around her room with so many trinkets from her travels. This beautiful raven laying next to me moaned after inhaling the morning air. "Buongiorno". She whispered to me. I smiled. About to speak, she quickly fired back, "how'd you taste?" I couldn't believe it. She had heard me masturbating! She saw me stick my horny ass finger up my cunt, pull it out then suck it off! I could feel my cheeks begin to flush with embarrassment and I genuinely had no idea how to respond. As I sat there for what seemed an hour processing my embarrassment, she blinked and readjusted her head more towards mine. Gods she was hot. Who could blame me touching myself laying next to a beautiful woman! Any man could attest! And before I could mentally beat myself up about anything more, she whispered, "May I try?"  |
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