Xena Versus The Spartans
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Lust Part 1 free porn video
Pure, unadulterated lust.
That is my passion as organic and free flowing as you can make it.
It all began before the months before puberty. I was ten and very curious about all things procreative.
My parents lectured me on sexual intercourse and I was duly embarrassed.
What was it all about really?
I heard so much from the boys in the playground about who was doing what(blow jobs) to them.
I wondered what a blow job was.
There were no porn movies, magazines or anything giving full erotic descriptions of a blow job.
How I wondered could you blow a penis.
Since that time way past puberty and school, I have learned to give a good blow job.
When I gave my first real innocent one, I was fascinated with everything that was going in my mouth as my boyfriend was giving me instructions.
I could feel my pussy on fire and wet.
My boyfriend got down on his knees and began sucking my breasts.
Oh, how, I was loving this new feeling inside of me.
Nothing mattered... The whole world became dream like.
I wanted this to last forever.
My boyfriend and I were making hot love..
His hair was as dark as the skies and his eyes were as bright as the stars...
He was eighteen and I was eighteen ...
My very first time, I was a virgin; I was his virgin...
I remembered all the stories my girlfriends told me about their first time...
I couldn't wait to tell,them about mine...
I had always masturbated, but this was beautiful... I was in love....
This lustful feeling was mine forever,,..
My boyfriend was drafted and sent off to Viet Nam..
I was devastated.. Would I ever see him again?
Many days and nights were spent thinking about that afternoon, the afternoon of lovemaking and lust...
My loneliness grew and masturbation was just placating me, but I needed to touch another and be touched.
I had not heard from my boyfriend in months and so I moved on...
I wanted to give another blow job.. a really good blow job..
I had met other men, but I was not interested in any of them
They did not have my boyfriends touch or smile.
One night I was working late and I on my way home, I met a man, an older man, he was tall, dark and very handsome.
When I looked at him, I could feel my temperature rise.
We were both at the local deli getting our supper to go...
I never invited men to my small studio apartment; I heard too many scary stories.
There was a park just across the street and the sun was not setting for another two hours.
I saw just the spot to have my supper..
There was a shaded tree and a bench... I could see all my neighbors walking their dogs and chatting with their friends. I felt safe...
I sat down on the bench and ate my deli sandwich with a kind of hungry vigor.
As I looked up, the handsome man in the deli was sitting opposite me, eating his supper.
I looked to see of he had a ring on his finger, to see of he had been married.
He was older and looked like he may have been in his early thirties.
I was just twenty and finishing up my teacher's degree.
I thought about giving him a blow job.. I thought about his touch, his kiss and what he would do to me...
I was lusting and I enjoyed it...
His every move was refined.. He was a professional of some sort.
I didn't care which one, he looked very good to me..
The park was lovely and the garden just behind me was giving off the sweetest scents.
I wanted to introduce myself, but felt awkward.
'Nice evening." was all I could muster...
He looked up at me and his eyes shot heat up my spine and down my pussy; his eyes were a beautiful, crystal blue..
He stood at least 6'4", tall, with strong legs and broad shoulders, in his navy blue suit..
I had imagined a huge cock, very huge cock, that would fit nicely in my mouth and hand.
I thought I saw a heart on and my hand was wanting to hold and touch every hard part of it...
That is my passion as organic and free flowing as you can make it.
It all began before the months before puberty. I was ten and very curious about all things procreative.
My parents lectured me on sexual intercourse and I was duly embarrassed.
What was it all about really?
I heard so much from the boys in the playground about who was doing what(blow jobs) to them.
I wondered what a blow job was.
There were no porn movies, magazines or anything giving full erotic descriptions of a blow job.
How I wondered could you blow a penis.
Since that time way past puberty and school, I have learned to give a good blow job.
When I gave my first real innocent one, I was fascinated with everything that was going in my mouth as my boyfriend was giving me instructions.
I could feel my pussy on fire and wet.
My boyfriend got down on his knees and began sucking my breasts.
Oh, how, I was loving this new feeling inside of me.
Nothing mattered... The whole world became dream like.
I wanted this to last forever.
My boyfriend and I were making hot love..
His hair was as dark as the skies and his eyes were as bright as the stars...
He was eighteen and I was eighteen ...
My very first time, I was a virgin; I was his virgin...
I remembered all the stories my girlfriends told me about their first time...
I couldn't wait to tell,them about mine...
I had always masturbated, but this was beautiful... I was in love....
This lustful feeling was mine forever,,..
My boyfriend was drafted and sent off to Viet Nam..
I was devastated.. Would I ever see him again?
Many days and nights were spent thinking about that afternoon, the afternoon of lovemaking and lust...
My loneliness grew and masturbation was just placating me, but I needed to touch another and be touched.
I had not heard from my boyfriend in months and so I moved on...
I wanted to give another blow job.. a really good blow job..
I had met other men, but I was not interested in any of them
They did not have my boyfriends touch or smile.
One night I was working late and I on my way home, I met a man, an older man, he was tall, dark and very handsome.
When I looked at him, I could feel my temperature rise.
We were both at the local deli getting our supper to go...
I never invited men to my small studio apartment; I heard too many scary stories.
There was a park just across the street and the sun was not setting for another two hours.
I saw just the spot to have my supper..
There was a shaded tree and a bench... I could see all my neighbors walking their dogs and chatting with their friends. I felt safe...
I sat down on the bench and ate my deli sandwich with a kind of hungry vigor.
As I looked up, the handsome man in the deli was sitting opposite me, eating his supper.
I looked to see of he had a ring on his finger, to see of he had been married.
He was older and looked like he may have been in his early thirties.
I was just twenty and finishing up my teacher's degree.
I thought about giving him a blow job.. I thought about his touch, his kiss and what he would do to me...
I was lusting and I enjoyed it...
His every move was refined.. He was a professional of some sort.
I didn't care which one, he looked very good to me..
The park was lovely and the garden just behind me was giving off the sweetest scents.
I wanted to introduce myself, but felt awkward.
'Nice evening." was all I could muster...
He looked up at me and his eyes shot heat up my spine and down my pussy; his eyes were a beautiful, crystal blue..
He stood at least 6'4", tall, with strong legs and broad shoulders, in his navy blue suit..
I had imagined a huge cock, very huge cock, that would fit nicely in my mouth and hand.
I thought I saw a heart on and my hand was wanting to hold and touch every hard part of it...
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