She lay back on the sofa, her sultry eyes flicking their ‘come on’ gaze to me
I was eighteen when Lenya first touched me – and now, here I was, in the loft I imparted to both my hot horny sweetheart Lenya and my beau James, luring sweet kisses up her sensitive feet, sending stun influxes of power up her body and disclosing to her the amount I needed her with a moderate, fulfilling, sensual kiss on her pretty mouth. Lenya it appeared to be needed my as well – reacting with firm however energetic kisses. Coming to up to expel her best, Lenya exposed her excellent body and erotic bosoms to me in one smooth, enticing move. She lay back on the couch, her sultry eyes flicking their ‘go ahead’ look to me, that same tempting look she’d given to me every one of those prior years, on our first night at University… .
That night, I’d been so pure; first time far from home, blending with new companions in the understudy bar and attempting to establish great connections. I hadn’t seen Lenya sitting alone on the edge of our gathering. In any case, as the night wore on and I was hitting my third, perhaps fourth lager, I started to feel the profundity of her look drilling into me. I really wanted to gaze back. Her long, tasty raven hair an indistinguishable then from it is presently, gave her a demeanor of riddle encircling her sensitive face, pretty yet solid. Before long, Lenya started to grin at me, sultry grins, with her looks winding up longer and more profound. Inevitably, Lenya slipped past the tough, lively under-graduate man sat adjacent to me and whose hand was currently starting to meander up my thigh. Lenya considered him to be no opposition by any stretch of the imagination. She facilitated herself between us, reporting that she needed a private word with her ‘companion’. That companion obviously was me. What’s more, as Lenya pushed back my hair to whisper huskily into my ear ‘I need you’ – I realized that the course of my night had changed.
Lenya’s pussy was the primary female sex I’d ever touched. Her clit as articulated and provocative then as it is this evening. It’s dependably that first night that I recollect, the main taste of a lady, as my mouth naturally moves lower and my tongue starts to clear finished her entirely, swollen sex. Lenya’s taste is continually inciting. Truth be told, licking Lenya dependably influences me to lose myself