Hentai

Meeting the Dark

Still dawning day, Kenshi knew that the day will be gone and you need to run to beat him even more by the fact that the promised lunch, behold, there was a scheduled meeting. He put the coffee to make, turned on the radio - in fact, his one faithful companion, thinking about everything that was happening in his life, came to the conclusion that he needed to return to run every morning, come back to train and to teach again , time was short anyway, so that the focus was directed to useful things in life, take care of the mind and body.
Like every Friday, he wore the first outfit saw in the wardrobe, put one of his pants, pulled on one of his boots and was ready for another day.

He arrived at the meeting place, some exchanges of words and praise encouraged the relationship of the couple. With his keen insight he glimpsed the delicate and beautiful face of the girl, she wore a headscarf which gave a sophisticated air, look far should be focused on something nice, his face was serene, perfect.
The chat flowed as always he a hopeless boy who was confronted by the direct and straight way, responsible of someone who has faced significant adversity in life.
They arrived in a traditional Japanese restaurant in town, where the rising sun Earth fixtures brought a bit of oriental air to the westernmost cities.

They entered the restaurant and were taken by the attendant at one of the private rooms, those that must remove shoes to get in true sign of respect for the environment, sacred.
The request was made, it was waiting for the typical food and the drinks, as they talked. Glances were exchanged, smiles important subtracted from an angelic face, formed by white cheeks rosy with light touches, the discreet makeup made it elegant and lipstick, a little more striking, highlighting thin lips, as if designed by Michelangelo. The eyes could make even those who do not drive, crash up on city streets.

Luscious kisses, teasing began to warm weather, the air conditioning had to be fired, but was unable to cool the heat emanating from the wet pussy begging to be filled as before.
Certain that there was no possibility of it recurs, the expectations would not be met, even surpassed, but it could be there was to date.
Ringtones increasingly daring and constant, were made of the sinful way, as a brush that glides through the white, pale screen, leaving a trail wherever he goes, this trail valued for being the most beautiful things ever produced.
God damn it, he was in front of the woman every man wants, although she does not believe, or pretend not it. The touch on his face was essentially fruitless attempt to put the long, soft and silky hair behind the ear, it was not enough to expose the neck and the beautiful ears.

He tried to control, needed it, but it was not the war of sex reserved for him.
So he asked her to close her eyes, pulled a sale inside the pants pocket, tied around her face and left her apprehensive and even more excited. The shirt had been a little more unbuttoned, exposed, delicate breasts, delicious.
The glass with ice cubes would be the next target. Of him, he pulled out a stone and went on around her skin. Neck, shoulder, back, in all areas near the breasts. She let out uncontrolled moans, voluntary and spontaneous, as it should be every answer.
He started to kiss and suck her neck, shoulders, even opened his shirt, pulling it out, leaving only a bra.

The pants should also be plucked. So he lay on the mat, had to impose the subtraction of the pants, the good sense and the couple's limits had already been overcome in time, perhaps from the time they met.
He asked her to just feel the moment, not thinking about him. Which revived in his mind, the most pleasant time for which had already passed.

The panties of it, in short, was exposed. He took a branch of the branch of some herb that adorned any of the dishes and started passing it through her body, breasts, belly, thighs (thick, beautiful, sinful).
She moaned.

He went on to knock down a few milliliters of drink over her body, cleansing it with his mouth, as he ran his tongue, he went into ecstasy, hot tongue confronted the low temperature of the drink, causing little shivers.
So he played with her for some time.
He put her panties aside and began to suck all the honey that was there. Her scent was unique, taste, odd. The whole set, concretized the intense pleasure, sin that we all seek in life, amoral side of the human being, the pursuit of pleasure, without value judgment, without prejudice, delivery.

It was very cool all that, her scent, which was steeped in it all day whenever they met, mingled with the smell of sex, perversion making the environment a real sacred temple, so that every human being should visit at least once in life.
Pleasure for pleasure. Sin sin.
He turned his back, exposing a beautiful, round, large and tasty ass, that begged to be punished. So if "punittur quia peccatum est", he removed the belt, folded it and began to punish that ass which certainly implanted sin all over the place that passed.
She moaned.

While she had punished ass, her pussy was graced by the presence of fingers moved as in a piece of ballet, each finger played the role of a Baryshnikov on stage with intense movements and at the same time, delicate.
There was nothing around, looked like they were in a place full of white sheets that moved as if in celebration by the act, finally realized. So he put the stick out, moistened with saliva and without her to wait, entered her fondly but firmly.
She came.

He lay on top of her, moved gently, to feel like she'd deal from now on. Soon he also came to ecstasy.
He pulled himself together, looked at that lying goddess, could not believe what had just experience. The left there for a while.
The will was to go, leaving her still blindfolded, a flower on the table, this scenario could say much.
As finally he said.