I'm all up for saving condoms but sometimes cum play can be fun too. I've had the guy cum in condom and put the condom in my mouth, slowly suckle on it in front of others who don't know what I have in my mouth
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I'm all up for saving condoms but sometimes cum play can be fun too. I've had the guy cum in condom and put the condom in my mouth, slowly suckle on it in front of others who don't know what I have in my mouth
I would have to absolutely agree with you. Feeling him pulsates as he unloads... mmmmm
If I like and trust him, then deep inside. Nothing makes me wilder than having an older man balls-deep and cumming inside me.
Asking any lady here--all ladies! For many months i had asked my wife to (on her own) do something with one of our friends that would astonish (thrill/arouse) me .
The first time we had done such a thing with anyone, after nearly a year of breakfasts and dinners with a young student of mine falling in love/lust with my wife, we invited him to dinner once again but with a satisfying adventure in mind.
She had agreed that during the evening alone with him, she would come to a decision about whether she wanted to follow through with the seduction. (I would earlier leave them alone, excusing myself from their company after dinner, to "return to the university to address a 'problem,' in response to a pre-arranged phone call from a friend who only knew that he was reminding me of an appointment."
A little while after I had gone, and after they had talked and become comfortable together, sipping wine and warming themselves by the fire in the living room, she would excuse herself, saying only that he 'Would be right back, and then, depending on my wife's wanting to or not, would signal me by pausing in the kitchen on her way back from the bathroom--knowing that I would be looking at her through the french doors from our yard. if she chose to go ahead, she'd signal so me by standing next to the kitchen table, lit only by the indirect lighting from the clock on the stove and with her back turned to me, slip both hands under her skirt, hook the fingers of both hands under the elastic waistband of her panties, push them down over her bottom, her thighs and then, her knees. She'd raise a foot, let the panties fall , and then raise the other foot and step entirely out of them. She'd suggested leaving both panties and slippers on a chair.
Her back half turned to the French doors and without looking to where I peered from outside, she would flip up her skirt to let me see the declaration of her decision to proceed. As I watched, she smoothed the skirt over her bottom and then, out of my sight, walk into the living room. Our friend waited on the sofa in the dark, intermittently lit by a crackling blaze of pine, pine cones and applewood in the open fireplace,
I hurried to the other side of our home. Feeling the cold of winter, I raised the hood of my ski jacket to cover my head and knit hat and closed my coat until I felt the zipper tab against my teeth. I saw as my wife massaged our friend's shoulders. I saw her kiss behind his ear and then, as he turned to her, his mouth. As they kissed, she pushed him back, sat astride him, reached between her own thighs to find him and, eyes closed, settled
Sitting lower and lower, I imagined her fitting herself to him. She rode him, leaning far forward to drop a nipple into his mouth. I heard her small cry each time she settled, sharply drawing in her breath. From the branch of a spruce tree not far from the living room windows, I was high enough to see down onto the couple. At moments, feeling more aroused than I had in a long time.
I was glad for her and, inexplicably, proud of her.
Forty minutes later, unable to make myself climax, because of the cold, but storing up the sounds and images, I checked my watch, saw it was near the time I'd told them I might return, and walked the two blocks to where I'd left my car.
Two nights later, I again asked if she'd done anything "interesting, shocking." She said she had let him "come inside of me."
Any idea what she was thinking/feeling as she felt his climax approach? and at that moment before he came? And as he was coming inside her--revenge, punishment, or the freedom I meant to make possible for her? . . . What about her feelings for him, for me? Was it just spontaneous, or an unplanned warning to me?
I love when the man cums deep inside and even continues thrusting to try and get it deeper.
I like to do that, but sometimes it just feels so good to cum inside I leave my cock deep inside and just keep it still as my cum spills inside.
It is amazing to feel the squirts and know what is going on inside of you.
I would have to absolutely agree with you. Feeling him pulsates as he unloads... mmmmm
If you’re going to breed us, breed us right!![]()
If you’re going to breed us, breed us right!![]()
Is there a wrong way? I guess there may be some guys that can screw up anything but generally when I get to that point, I am not worried about right or wrong.
You can only go wrong if you don’t cum inside me. One hole or another, I want to be cream-filled.
You can only go wrong if you don’t cum inside me. One hole or another, I want to be cream-filled.
Cum should be inside. One way or another
Cum should be inside. One way or another
I'm always amazed when a guy asks if he can cum in my pussy as though I would rather he cum elsewhere like my face. I mean, if I didn't want him to you'd think I would say something first or make him wear a condom.
You can only go wrong if you don’t cum inside me. One hole or another, I want to be cream-filled.
Agreed but there is still a special feeling when he cums in my pussy. Cumming in my mouth is for him even though I enjoy that. Cumming in my pussy is for me.
I feel exactly the same way. When I suck her off, it’s for her because I know that she loves it. When she fucks me and cums in my ass, that’s my ultimate.
Save a condom, use an Asian
