paternosteele
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She drew her knees up, and he reached around and began stroking rubbing in the oil on her tummy, working slowly up to the creases under her breasts. Coming from behind her, he had began to lay lightly on her back, so he could reach around her body. His body seemed to fit her contours, and they seemed like one person to her. Eventually, she realized, languidly, that every inch of her torso, especially where her flesh rubbed against flesh had been sweetly oiled, and it seemed like there was no friction anywhere.
Just then, he began gently massaging her breasts, starting first under her aureoles and between them, and eventually cupping her nipples with the palms of his hands containing even more oil. His hands remained in place for what felt like a long time, and it almost seemed like there was a nerve from the tips of her breasts directly down to her loins, that both warmed and excited her.
He then began to massage the fronts and insides of her thighs, moving closer and closer to her maidenhead. She saw him slide a towel under her, for some reason.
As he massaged her thighs from the front, she could feel her erection between her legs in the rear, touching the sides of her inner thighs, close, but not touching her pudenda. As his constantly moving fingers in the front made her tingle, his throbbing rod at her rear gave a hint as to what was to come. Inside she was on fire. At that point the thoughts running through her head were contradictorythis is wonderful; I hope it goes on forever and I cant wait until he takes me.
He began to insert his member, and she arched her back to aid in the entry. As they moved together, she realized that the terry of the towel caressed her breasts each time they moved, almost like his hand, and the fireworks that followed were as exciting as any Fourth of July on record.
As they lay completely spent, side by side, she wondered if he would be at next years conference.
Just then, he began gently massaging her breasts, starting first under her aureoles and between them, and eventually cupping her nipples with the palms of his hands containing even more oil. His hands remained in place for what felt like a long time, and it almost seemed like there was a nerve from the tips of her breasts directly down to her loins, that both warmed and excited her.
He then began to massage the fronts and insides of her thighs, moving closer and closer to her maidenhead. She saw him slide a towel under her, for some reason.
As he massaged her thighs from the front, she could feel her erection between her legs in the rear, touching the sides of her inner thighs, close, but not touching her pudenda. As his constantly moving fingers in the front made her tingle, his throbbing rod at her rear gave a hint as to what was to come. Inside she was on fire. At that point the thoughts running through her head were contradictorythis is wonderful; I hope it goes on forever and I cant wait until he takes me.
He began to insert his member, and she arched her back to aid in the entry. As they moved together, she realized that the terry of the towel caressed her breasts each time they moved, almost like his hand, and the fireworks that followed were as exciting as any Fourth of July on record.
As they lay completely spent, side by side, she wondered if he would be at next years conference.
