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Good night, everyone💌😛

Good night, everyone💌😛

It was amazing-the man was licking my pussy like he hadn't s..

It was amazing-the man was licking my pussy like he hadn't seen in a long time.

I moaned harder and harder. Finally, I squeezed his hair with my fingers. His tongue penetrated my excited lips deep inside. I wasn't moaning anymore, but screaming, dissolving into wild pre-orgasmic sensations, pressing my eager pussy against his mouth. How desperately I wanted to cum already! But just as desperately I wanted to fuck too! So I spit on my palm, reached back and found his cock with my hand.

Next I did what I most wanted to do. I climbed off his mouth and in one motion sat on top of his cock. As I exhaled, I could already feel him inside me! What bliss! The stranger's cock entered me fully so that I touched his balls with my ass. Oh, that felt so good! I slowly rocked back and forth for a short while. I was so intensely aroused that I was soon bouncing in a fast rhythm. Faster and faster I slapped my ass against his crotch, but I didn't want to stop, feeling an unprecedented rush of energy.

Morning ☺️

Morning ☺️

"Your lips are driving me crazy...take my cock in your mouth..

"Your lips are driving me crazy...take my cock in your mouth..." he asked softly. The stranger said it so gently, and his kisses were so hot, I wouldn't even think of refusing him. I started to unzip his pants, feeling his cock already heavy. When I took him in my hands, his cock was throbbing. His cock was hot and so hard. I ran my hand over his balls and noticed that everything was perfectly shaved there. It felt so nice. I smiled happily, I loved it.

The golden time is autumn🍁...🍂Do you like autumn?My birthday..

The golden time is autumn🍁...🍂Do you like autumn?

My birthday is coming soon... It's going to rain soon... It always rains on my birthday...

“I want to taste you!” the same soft, deep voice said. And I..

“I want to taste you!” the same soft, deep voice said. And I pulled off my tiny, expensive panties, the only article of clothing I had left on. I tossed the panties next to his pillow, then crouched over him, grabbed the headboard with my hands, and sat right over his mouth. The stranger inhaled my scent. I could hear him panting greedily. And then he started sucking my pussy impatiently, and I closed my eyes, glad that my dreams of real sex tonight had come true. It was amazing-the man was licking my pussy like I hadn't seen in a long time.

I read a lot of articles about models on the Onlyfans platfo..

I read a lot of articles about models on the Onlyfans platform, and I see the same story. "Adult film actress, stopped participating in filming after botched plastic surgery on her breasts and raised money on the platform for new breasts..." Horrible stories, breasts are a very important body part for women, whether she is an actress or a junior high school teacher. My friend has never acted in an adult movie, but she needs another surgery to reshape her breasts after they were completely removed with cancer cells. Alas, she doesn't have an Onlyfans page, but I do. I'll trade your support for donations to support your boner in your pants. Our goals are different my friend, but we can have some good fun.

Love it😉😉😉

Love it😉😉😉

Thoughts from dusk to dawn...

Thoughts from dusk to dawn...

Have a nice weekend Smile 😘😘😘😘😘

Have a nice weekend
Smile 😘😘😘😘😘

Texted a friend: "🤦‍♀️37.8... my whole body hurts." Friend: ..

Texted a friend: "🤦‍♀️37.8... my whole body hurts."
Friend: "😲😲😲😲сouldn't you find a shorter one?!!!!"
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What does her underwear say about her⁉🔞📌 She's almost naked ..

What does her underwear say about her⁉🔞📌
She's almost naked - congratulations! Before you move on to your next base, evaluate her underwear to see what the night ahead has in store for you. Lingerie can tell you a lot about a woman... at least how she behaves in bed, especially if you're reaching this base for the first time. Women place a lot of importance on their underwear if they realize that they have to show it off by the end of the night. They must have some sort of plan! Women are obsessed with their appearance and choose all their clothes very carefully, and this closet detail is no exception. So, underwear can tell you a lot about the woman standing in front of you. What is she wearing?
Lace and ruffles.
Think of this kind of lingerie as gift wrapping. It means she wants to be special to you, the kind of value and treasure. To unleash her full potential (despite all the snotiness, there is potential), play her games a little: light some candles, open some champagne. Stereotypical? Let it go, but it'll work. One more thing: she likes it when you're in control. She dresses very feminine because she likes your masculinity. Apply all the tricks that are shown in melodramas: stroke her hair, gently push her against the wall, etc.
Default underpants.
A girl who chooses this classic requires little. She does not need any frills. She is not interested in exquisite fabric or interesting prints - she is sure she is good without them. Her choice also assumes that she is comfortable with you and is not afraid to reveal her weaknesses to you. When you see her in lingerie like this, it's like seeing a girl without makeup. As for sex, she likes to keep things simple - at least at first.
Retro.
First of all, retro is not a euphemism for granny panties. Yes, it's high-waisted lingerie that thoroughly covers her butt, but don't underestimate its potential. If this girl was worthless, would she show up in your bedroom? Such lingerie expressively emphasizes the female figure, which means that the girl wearing it wants to stun you with her forms. This is the type of woman who feels powerful because of her weakness. Translated into the language of sex: start with the missionary position.
Panty shorts.
This is a very rational choice. First of all, they're comfortable. Secondly, they look good on good asses: one look at a girl in such shorts is enough to want to take off her shorts, and at the same time and awakens curiosity. Shorts are meant to tease. Girls who wear such lingerie, like to make themselves unattractive. So increase the foreplay time: let her enjoy it. Spend more time kissing, stroking, spanking - anything before getting down to business. This will make her think it was the best sex of her life.
Little thongs.
The ones made of two strips of fabric and a tiny triangle of fabric - that look no thicker than dental floss. When a girl makes this choice, it means that she is very confident and relaxed. She likes more interesting positions: sitting on top and doggy-style. Perhaps even backdoor. She'll also look you in the eyes during oral sex.

I don't want to get out of bed today... I want to enjoy the ..

I don't want to get out of bed today... I want to enjoy the smell of this night for as long as possible...
The smile doesn't leave my face🤫...

I woke up... Mmmm... It was a good evening last night... Wit..

I woke up... Mmmm... It was a good evening last night... With vivid orgasms....💥

I wish everyone a good weekend❤️. Smile more often, a good m..

I wish everyone a good weekend❤️. Smile more often, a good mood makes your day😘😘.

Beauty opens any door❤❤❤

Beauty opens any door❤❤❤

Have a good moon everyone ❤️

Have a good moon everyone ❤️

Welcome to 2024!! I wish you all a good start!! Thank you, m..

Welcome to 2024!! I wish you all a good start!! Thank you, my sexy, my desired ones, for being with me and having a good time together, for not skimping on tips that I collect for charity funds!!! I love you!!

Happy New Year!!!! Alternative virtual sex, continued....Jus..

Happy New Year!!!!
Alternative virtual sex, continued....Just one word from you and everything will be fine...hahaha...I abruptly interrupted, "what's going to happen? ". After a short silence, I received a message. They say this whole game was in order to get to know me better. My virtual lover turned out to be my secret admirer for a long time. It's original, 10/10 for such efforts.
I couldn't resist asking for a photo of his hot flesh. And when I received this photo, I was delighted, a very beautiful penis. I would kneel in front of such a penis. And I texted him to do something with this hot dick: "I get down on my knees and take out your already swelling dick. It is larger than the average size and instantly stands up in my hand. I opened my mouth slightly and wrapped my lips around the penis. The head gently slides over the tongue. It throbs so pleasantly. I start moving my head a little faster, I tried to focus on the thick head, I run my tongue around it in different directions, squeezing my lips... I start sucking it greedily. I sucked, touched my balls, and jerked off at the same time. To be honest, I would try to take this dick in my mouth so that I could reach the balls with my tongue and swallow it full length. Of course, I'm probably overestimating my capabilities. You took me by the head and started moving to the beat of me, I realized that you wanted to finish. I tried to swallow his cock as hard as possible. My mouth started to fill with saliva… You moaned and swayed your hips. Your big friend throbbed so pleasantly in his mouth! Slurping sounds came out of my mouth. I caressed myself with one hand. You let out a moan and a stream of cum hit my mouth.
At first, I squeezed my eyes shut from a childish shame that came from nowhere, but here and now I understand that I am embarrassed by my desire, the desire to contemplate and admire my mysterious stranger.

Well, well, well...and who will keep me warm this long cold ..

Well, well, well...and who will keep me warm this long cold night?

Continuation of the "Virtual Experience" story. He disappear..

Continuation of the "Virtual Experience" story.
He disappeared, leaving me with chaos in the shower, wet panties and my jaw hanging open in surprise. I really didn't know what to think. I felt humiliated and sexy as hell at the same time, it was embarrassing and exciting. The same evening, he said that he was too busy for now, but he really liked our virtual adventure and he would look forward to the right moment to repeat it. His messages have become short and rather harsh. So my virtual lover showed that he does not care what happens to me, but he still manages the whole situation here. He said that he would write at a certain time, for example, at 22:06. He never said that he would write around ten, but always set the time of the conversation with funny accuracy. It made me count the minutes in anticipation, and when he appeared online, I was already slightly excited.
One night he asked if I was ready for an unusual entertainment. He asked me if I remember adventure books in which you could independently choose where the plot development would go next. And now we're going to do just that. He asked me to go to bed, relax and read his story. At certain moments, I will be able to choose between two options for the development of events. First, he outlined in a few phrases the situation in which events would take place between us, and began to describe in detail what he would do to me. The virtual lover clearly had a talent for writing, it was a pleasure to read his messages. And now he was taking it to a new level –he allowed me to fantasize on my own. Every minute he stopped typing and asked me to choose where and how the next action would take place. I chose between the kitchen table and the living room floor, poses, body parts, the color of his skin, and so on. Each story ended with the fact that we all experience the strongest orgasm – after which I could ask to stop or tell a new version.
He stopped typing just to forbid me to masturbate. "Hey, it's still mental sex, remember?". But I was barely holding back. Four hot, detailed stories that felt like they really happened drove me to exhaustion. I was panting and fidgeting with unbearable desire. He asked me if I had any suitable acquaintances who would save me from suffering, because he himself was too far away. I admitted that right now, at night, there is hardly anyone among my contacts who will agree to break down and come to me for this.
He said that he had come up with something, and disappeared, strictly forbidding me to masturbate. The virtual lover returned 10 minutes later and sent a photo of an unknown guy. Allegedly it was his friend who lived in my city, he contacted him, sent him my photos and asked if he was ready to help such a cutie, and the guy agreed. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? Is he going to send some guy to my house to fuck me? Is this a joke?
The virtual lover, as if nothing had happened, continued to tell me about his friend, for persuasiveness he sent another photo. But he stressed that he does not insist and everything depends only on my desire. "Well," he wrote, "Let's continue telling stories."As you might guess, the new one was about the guy with whom, according to the plot, I had to spend the night. The intricacy of the choice of options and a detailed description of who, whom, where and with what passion, brought me to the peak of excitement again. I was breathing heavily and again barely restrained myself from sticking my fingers between my legs. HE was openly teasing me. "You want to get fucked, don't you?" Of course I wanted that! Yes, so much so that I was already losing touch with reality. "Just one word and you'll get

Such a story happened to me for the first time, and it is wo..

Such a story happened to me for the first time, and it is worthy of telling.
A regular chat. The guy with the photos he shared looked at me like a typical hipster bartender - tattooed arms, beard and a mischievous smile. I didn't have a chance to check if it was really him, because in real life we never knew each other. Photos and conversations provided enough food for thought, which sweetly weakened the knees. My imagination drew me exciting pictures that were slightly frightening and at the same time wildly turned on.
We chatted about life, shared our thoughts. He conquered with his mind and ability to be interesting. It was felt that he was interested in communication–but not in exploring my personality. However, he had the decency to ask my opinion before brazenly objectifying me. I allowed it. He treated me with respect, but made it clear that my main role was to be his sexual object. However, this excluded omissions, misunderstandings, making everything simple and understandable. It was pure, distilled sex. We called our communication mental sex. I had no idea what emotions would overwhelm me. Anyway, I craved adventure.
I'm sure I wasn't his first victim. The script was perfectly honed. Then he started sending me short videos and GIFs with different sex scenes. They differed in the atmosphere, the degree of hardcore – from gentle kisses to hard fucking. It seemed that the whole range of sexual tastes was gathered in this collection. And so I found myself in a situation where I was sitting among respectable citizens in a coffee shop and diligently making the impression of the same decent girl, eagerly looking at the screen. But damn it, how exciting it was!
He asked me to watch each video twice and was sure to ask if I had the guts to re–watch this scene? Would I like to take part in something like this? I watched all the videos he sent me, one after another, and after half an hour I could barely sit still. My excitement has reached some hellish heights. This time my virtual friend built his collection in a devilish increasing sequence. After about an hour (I had never watched porn for an hour in my life), it became clear that my self-control was about to burst. A series of rollers did not tire me – I was dripping with grease and losing concentration from excitement. He joked that I probably exude the scent of insane lust, and others have already felt it, no matter how innocent I pretend to be. He asked me to retire to the restroom to check the degree of my hydration. I felt as if a whole lake had flowed under me. I got into the cherished booth, pulled off my panties and checked how wet his sophisticated script made me. The word "expiring" in relation to the vagina has always seemed to me an exaggerated metaphor – but now it was perfectly suited to my condition.
"9/10," I sent my verdict, and he said that masturbation would make me happy at this moment. I started caressing myself, feeling my swollen clitoris throbbing. Even in order to clean myself up, I spent a lot more time. Judging by the look of the woman who took the queue behind me, because of the thin door of the booth, I gave myself away with suspiciously noisy breathing. The virtuoso of virtual sex asked: "how did it go?". Suddenly I was embarrassed, as if I hadn't just watched porn in a public place, I hadn't just finished in the restroom of a coffee shop. He waited patiently for my sense of reality to return.
An ironic message appeared on the screen: "This was your crash course in mental sex. You have successfully passed it. Wait for further instructions" ...
Is there a continuation to this? Oh, yes, and I'll talk about it a little later...

For Friday mood,😉😉😉

For Friday mood,😉😉😉

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Helloooo👋🤗

Hello my beloved!!! How do you like my selfies? ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤..

Hello my beloved!!! How do you like my selfies?
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The release of another cover and my candid interview!!! Than..

The release of another cover and my candid interview!!!
Thank you for your support, my beloved.
I was basking in the sun on this warm summer day... the oil gave shine to my naked cleavage...Do you want to become the owner of the full version of this photo shoot?

Let's shake the bells😜😜😜!!! Depraved Friday is at stake🔞!!!

Let's shake the bells😜😜😜!!! Depraved Friday is at stake🔞!!!

Scientists have proven that lying down in the morning and no..

Scientists have proven that lying down in the morning and not rushing anywhere is good for health💕💕💕

"She straddled him. Her hair was loose and fell to her shoul..

"She straddled him. Her hair was loose and fell to her shoulders. They hung forward, hiding her face, except for her eyes, which she tightly squeezed shut. She was careful with his cock, leaving him alone until now. Iris took her time. He had to push away his anxiety. It would have been easier for him to get up and take care of everything if she wasn't on top of him. We need to forget about it. The best of their sexual experiences were in those moments when she was sitting on top, using him as a dildo. He loved it when she rubbed her nipples against his. They were hard, and so was his. He didn't know if she would do it. In an ideal world, she would have done with him all the things she did then, in the variety show. In an ideal world, they would have had enough time for this. She ran her hair over his eyes. Kiss me, he thought painfully, because she wasn't going to do it. She bit his shoulder lightly. She sank lower and lower. She ran her breasts over his face. He wanted to take one of her breasts in his mouth, any of them. He was furious. He dug deeper into her. She was moaning with pleasure, and it was beautiful. She's going to come again right now. He continued, slowing down. He lifted her knees even higher. He was almost there. Soon she will join him."
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