That'd be daring in public, but it made me wet just thinking about it. I never cared about my weight, so I enjoyed myself. Without taking notice of her, I continued: "..when you're fisting my twat while I'm eating you out? She moved them gently back and forth, going deeper inside.
Finally, I decided to just wait and see what happened, but was resolved not to hold back. "You can have some pussy cream with your coffee," I laughed. She seemed to be more shy in real life than online. " she acted indignant, but didn't say anything else. " This was one of our fantasies, and Martina wanted to sink into the ground for shame while the waitress gave her best to act like she didn't hear any of that. Her rings rubbed nicely at the walls of my vagina and she only stopped when her knuckles and thumb reached my labia.
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I thought it odd at first, but it seemed to really turn her on, so with time I enjoyed our little role-play as well. We live about 200 km apart, it was summer and we were both curious. "I'm such a little anal whore who needs it up her asshole constantly.
So we set up a date, a small town, about halfway between both of our homes. Without asking further, I pulled up my skirt and inserted the long icecream spoon between my legs. " I looked up and the teenage girls from the other table were giggling and whispering. My dirty hole is just there to be used by you." I fucked her hard with the plug while I pulled her hair back and pressed her tits against the cold tiles on the wall. She knew what time it was and knelt willingly on the floor in front of me.
Besides that, she was very submissive and wanted me to call her my "slave". " I asked the waitress as she was passing by our table again. "Straight up the ass." "Oh yes, mistress," she answered.She had a fetish for tits and was very proud of her own bust, which she classified as a 38 D. We squeezed in anyway and locked the door behind us. She moaned: "Those have been neglected for a long time." I pulled her top under her breasts and weighed them admiringly in my hands. I turned it, and began to move it inside her butt, which she visibly enjoyed.It seemed a bit much for me, especially since she said she was otherwise quite slender and kept her weight, but had a great "latina ass". They really were her whole pride and joy, and rightfully so. Martina leaned against the wall and let me take her, while unbuttoning her jeans and sliding a hand inside them. Martina pulled her hand back and said meekly: "No goddess, may I? "Oh mistress, do you know how much I longed for that?I found the market square (thanks to GPS) and the icecream parlour as well. She wore a pair of tight, stone-washed jeans and a white tube top which accentuated her body nicely. She looked at me once more, just to make sure, then pushed it in with all her strength. Something deep and animalistic, wild and furious broke loose within me and made itself heard with a guttural, primitive scream.She didn't lie about her breasts, they were nice and big and nicely shaped. Martina looked at me startled but I grabbed her arm and motioned her to fuck me faster, harder, mercilessly. I thought how this dirty submissive cow was finishing me off, how she did everything I told her to, how she revelled in obeying me and how I, and only I, could do that with her. The orgasms shook my body and I didn't even notice Martina pulling her hand back out.