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T W O S T R A N G E R S
It is not quite sure how they first got into direct contact, but what is certain is the fact that the differences between them had nothing to do with lovemaking. The kisses were sensual and never ending. His strong hand stroke her breasts gentle and powerful at the same time. She moaned. It all seemed very natural, like they were Adam and Eve. Words mattered no more. And neither did the clothes as they fell piece by piece on the floor. Hands exploring inches of skin, eyes searching for eyes, tongues moving in a crazy rhythm made them look like they were dancing an ancient dance. As they got on the floor, they pressed their bodies together like they wanted to become one then moved in a 69 and began exploring each other's ends. He got deeper and deeper into her wet hidden treasure and she sucked and licked more and more of his erect penis. They wanted more so they turned and he got on top of her, between her long pearl-white legs. She put her legs on his shoulders, took his penis in her right hand and stuck it in her wet vagina then stopped moving for a second. The feeling of his penis inside was extraordinary.
Their moves were at first slow but deep and precise. Their eyes never lost contact, not even when the wave of pleasure surrounded them completely. He pushed harder and harder inside her and she began to moan. It was a little bit of pain that made pleasure become ecstasy.When they both reached a higher state of pleasure it was as if the earth had moved and they were falling down in a deep cave. They remained inert and enjoyed that feeling until it stopped. A few seconds later the doors of the elevator opened and they saw a crowd of concerned personnel from the prestigious law firm whose foreign clients had remained stacked between floor 21 and floor 22. They wanted to know if the clients were ok after falling 14 floors because of a malfunction. ![]() |
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