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I bent over slightly to put my coat down on the couch, and my dress rode up at the back. Before I could stand erect, he was on me. He snuck up behind me and I jumped when I felt a hand on my ass. It was quickly joined by the other on my hip.”There you are beautiful,” he whispered in my ear in his broad, sexy accent. He sounded Spanish but I could be miles off.”I was beginning to think I had the wrong apartm….” my voice trailed off as his hands squeezed my ass hard, Ankara escort Bayan sending an orgasmic shudder through my body. He walked me forward, pushing me up against the wall as he kissed my neck. His hand was stroking the back of my leg, and my bum, as the other held me pinned against the wall. He was not a huge guy, but he was strong. My face and hands were pressed against the cold stone wall, and I wriggled a little, as his hand found sensitive places. ”I have been looking forward to this,” he whispered. ”You have a sexy little ass.”He took me by the hand and led me to a couch. He turned me to face him and moved in close. Grabbing my hips, his lips hit mine hard. I moved my hands to his big shoulders and sank into the kiss. His tongue was swirling around mine, while a hand shifted to my cheek. He leaned forward, forcing me down onto the couch, and fell on top of me, his lips barely leaving mine. We rolled around on the couch, kissing. He pinned down my hands and kissed my cheek, then my neck, and back to my lips again.”Would you like a drink?” he suddenly asked.I was still reeling from the kiss but I agreed, if only to catch my breath for a second. He wandered off, into what I presumed was the kitchen, while I straightened my hair and checked my makeup. 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A wardrobe stood on the other side of the room, with an exercise bike beside it. He pulled me into him, turned me around, and stood with his arms around my waist. ”Lean on the seat of the bike,” he commanded and kissed my neck again. I obeyed. ”Spread your legs,” he ordered, but before I could, I felt his foot nudging one of my ankles to the side, then the other.A hand slowly slid down my back, across my bum, and under my dress. His fingers found their way inside my panties. I gasped as his finger stroked my tight little hole, and I instinctively Batıkent escort leaned further over the exercise bike. My legs quivered, and I struggled to stand, as he stroked and pushed at my puckered hole. I yelped involuntarily when his finger entered me. I went up on tiptoes, as he pushed it in further, and I felt myself go cross-eyed, my mouth gaping open, as he began to move it around inside me.It was joined by a second finger and he used his other hand to pull me down so that my heels were back on the floor. I was almost fully bent over the bike now. I couldn’t have stood up straight if I’d wanted to, the sensation of his strong fingers stroking inside me, was driving me crazy.I have no idea how long I was there, in paralyzed ecstasy, but eventually he pulled his fingers free, and slapped my ass. I decided it was time to give him some pleasure. I turned and kissed him gently on the lips. Then, deliberately slow, I slid down his body onto my knees, looking up into his beautiful brown eyes the whole time. I stroked his cock through his jeans; he was already rock hard. I tugged at his belt until it was undone, then unbuttoned his jeans, my gaze never leaving his eyes. I tugged down his jeans and his shorts came with them. They fell to his ankles and his cock burst free, springing up in front of my face. His cock was cut and shaved, and big. Not massively long but thick and smooth. He tore off his shirt and stepped out of his jeans. I reached out, lifted his cock to my lips, and gently kissed the tip. When I pulled away, a string of his pre-cum stretched out between us, then smacked against my lips. He tasted good. I leaned in again, parting my lips, and slid them slowly down his cock until he filled my mouth. It was quite a mouthful.
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