The day that Paula

she is alone at home, sitting at the computer, connected to the chat in the coming each day waiting that appears,

This summer is even hotter than usual, the sweat runs down your temples, despite having the window of your room ajar you have the feeling of burning you,

In the channel of your breasts also shine sweat, slowly roll under your shirt into your belly,

You wear a tank top very soft cloth under it your breasts naked, the heat and being alone at home you have given this freedom, your hair tied in a ponytail trying to mitigate the heat, sitting in the computer chair only a white thong covers your gender, your buttocks stick to fabric chair with sweat, these uncomfortable, want the get longer and forget that feeling of oppression that overwhelms you.

But not appear to make time listening to music and greet some acquaintances chat, but in your thinking is the, only, always.

Distracted looking for the folder where you keep your photos, image calls forth your throat a sigh, one by one’re looking at the many images which you get in this time, some accelerate your breathing, like that in which he shows his naked torso gradually as you progress photographs are changing tone, gone are the images of his face, now is your body ,, his arms, his legs, that at this with a tight boxer and brand to perfection contour of sex,

Unconsciously open your legs, you feel like your chest beats with more force, in your own your erect nipples are marked clearly, these exciting as what you do with Him, as your hands reflexively go about your breasts, a slight I moan escapes your lips, open your legs even more,

Feel like the little fabric thong that covers your sex starts to get wet, your hands move from your chest to your belly and reach your thighs open receive caress,

Your own hands to feel your body there is estremece.notas you like your sex beats involuntarily toward dirijes your hand, pass your hand over the thong, feeling the moist heat emanating from within, with a slight pressure of the garment fabric is embedded between the lips of your gender being drawn in these garment,

Another moan this more intense flows of your throat when the screen of your computer leaves a picture of him showing you the erection of sex in one of the many nights of passion that you have shared here,

Gently and while a succession of images of the stroking his cock appear before you enter your fingers under the fabric and swollen lips will caress your delicate and even virgin pussy ,,

Your woman’s body despite the 17 years that have responds to the touch of your inner out the first drops of moisture, your fingers are impregnated with them, and as possessed and innocent who gradually discovers the sex you take these fingers to your lips,

Taste test of desire that emanates from your body in them, now understand that the dreams of your drink nectar, you excite yourself with your own taste, and pushing aside the thong on your groin begin to touch you now if seeking to exploit ,

Your eyes are closed, you do not see the screen, he’s in your mind and in her body You travel with your hands,

timidly you insert a finger inside you, carefully, you want to remain a virgin until the day you need to stop being, your sex abrre naughty finger is narrow, very narrow, you feel like the walls of your pussy stick to your finger, so that even slides inward so wet that these,

uncomfortable and very excited get up from the chair, you get your shirt and your thong and you lie in bed, retakes your touch, while a finger comes into you again another caress your clitoris, moans escaping from your mouth are each whips more time on pleasure, your breasts desire inchados imagine the mouth kisses,

your whole body trembles, your gender contracts trapping your finger inside, elorgasmo born in your pussy goes down your back, you feel it in your nipples, on your stomach, and between gasps explode with the image in your head ,

without removing the hand of your gender you’re relaxing, gently take out the finger inside you and you take it to your lips licking again, relaxed, open your eyes and turning his eyes to the door you stay silent, there he is watching you, dress like you So you like your pirate pants that barely conceal the bulge of his sex under the garment.

He has seen you acaricianbas, as pronunciabas have heard his name as you came to orgasm and now this there, watching you, looking like, speechless,

But that’s another story that perhaps if the story like continue at a future time,