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Sensual housemateI moved to town some time ago. Didn’t really know it beforehand, no friends here, no family, no job connections, nothing. Just a place for a fresh start. I rented a room in a house with a number of other rooms like mine. Agency rent, rather scruffy and overpaid but good for time being. I was single back then, fairly desperate to meet a lady and relax together. It took me a few weeks to find out in a room above lived one girl. Foreigner, just like me, yet with excellent English and Scandinavian accent that makes her speech sound more correct and melodic than natives living next door. Her name was Lisa. Lisa was a big girl. Not particularly fat, rather big-boned. Broad hips, heavy breasts and gorgeously rounded shoulders looked just perfectly proportional in connection with her relatively tall height. I’m not short but whilst standing next to me she could look me straight in the eye on a level when in heels. To complete the picture one can’t mention myriad of tattoos covering her snow-white skin and hair dyed into some cartoonish colour.Lisa was shy. I wanted to make friends with everybody in a house but soon found out that for most of the time everyone’s for his/her own. She was no exception.After nearly 3 months of just occasional catching each other on the corridor or in a backyard, I managed to ask her out. Just as pals, didn’t really want anything from her at the moment. Quickly I realized how smart and charming character she was. Full of warmth and just like myself, quite geeky and funny.We started to spend more and more time together. Drinking wine and going out always as a pair of friends until some sort of a shift happened. canlı bahis After a while it started to be fairly evident she had a crush on me. When asked bluntly (wouldn’t be me…) she smiled and replied “maybe…”. Not long ago later we came back to this. Apparently, she barely could wait for me…- Do you really want it? – I asked.- Only if it stays the same – she replied.We were fairly drunk at that moment. I could not resist but to bring my head closer and see her coming towards me as well. Gently, I grabbed her by the neck and our lips made contact, tongues started to test each other like spring snails, euphoria flavoured with alcohol and tobacco. I brought her closer and my hands started to tour over her shapely body. After a minute or two, we laid down in bed and I started to take off everything she had. She laid on her back. When naked I could spoil my eyes with this delightful sight. Chubby girls in this position sometimes look a bit off if not build proportionally – skinny legs in contrast with a full belly for example. Nothing like that could be said about Lisa. She was perfectly proportional in her abundance of flesh. Round belly and its folds with legs raised high looked like bags filled with heavenly promises. Her powerful arms surrounded me like two anacondas and hands with slender and long fingers searched the surface of my lean body. I was stiff as oak. Lisa surely wanted that shaft of mine so I decided to stay on top but change the game a bit.I’ve put it in her mouth and started to lick her pussy. She was hairy in the most beautiful way of having a wild and completely untrimmed carpet of fine, dark hair covering her pubes. The smell was bahis siteleri intoxicating. Passionately I was caressing her smooth tighs she was enthusiastically spreading and gorging in her flower. She was driving me crazy. I was drunker on her than on any wine we had that night. I barely could control myself not to pin down too much poor Lisa with my pointy end she suckled energetically whilst hugging my groin and sticking long nails into my butt cheeks.I am fairly well endowed. I’ve seen many dildos smaller than my friend down there. For Lisa, it felt like Christmas I’d guess. Despite the fact that she could barely fit less than half of my penis she did everything to show she enjoyed it.It was the time to full connection. As still laying on her back she welcomed me inside. Sliding in, I could sense every bit of warmth and moisture ushering me shakily inside. First few strokes were slow and just fairly deep. From her face, I’ve realised she likes it deep. She could happily take all the cock inside and when my acorn would hit the bottom and push further, instead of pain or fear, sights I was accustomed to in such moments, she opened her mouth and moaned in exaltation. She would hold me, touch and embrace everything I had to offer. Either in this position or any other that followed.It wasn’t short. I could do it really long before the climax. Hugging, embracing and tangling together, creating a knot of limbs out of two bodies… mine tall, slender, lean and hard with her smooth softness surrounding me. Or deep and vigorous pounding from behind when she would finally cry wordlessly when all that fleshy rod would finally becoming nearly too much to bear. bahis şirketleri Or pushing myself inside her beautiful vagina whilst kneeling with her heavy legs resting on my shoulders. Or having her sitting heavily and lazily with all of her weight when I, finally on my back, could rest a few minutes and watch her trying to jump on me. She was phenomenal… Her skin was hot and cold at the same time. Wet and sticky. Colourful long hair stuck to her face, hastily thrown away left a net of singular strands. Full breasts were jumping erratically and bouncing up and sideways. My hands went onto her generous hips, eyes stuck to her belly. I could feel a patch of her bush scratching against mine. I tried to figure out how deeply I was. I was fully outsretched, pushing the limit, or judging by my lover’s behaviour, already beyond. Somewhere around the belly button perhaps?I cannot tell how long this carousel of passion lasted. The longer I held my climax, the longer I could whitstand. Just like if I became oblivious for my own rapture but focused solely on feeding delight into that voloptous woman. At some point, it became evident that we both had enough for that night. I think I’ve reached the point at which I could not come if not some certain techniques none of us had a brain to either teach or learn then. So I finished myself off with a series of rapid strokes over the very end of my shaft and exploded my juice over her exhausted and breathless body.I started to massage my seed into her skin, conditioning that delightful softness and cling with my body to her sticky plumpness. Our lips and tongues merged together, just like hundreds of times before that night. We wallowed in this filth of love and eventually fell into sleep.Soon later turned out she was the goddess of pleasure and the mistress of delight of my life. But that’s something for another story…
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