[Couple] Exhibit and naughty to the old ordeal

As you #8217 probably already noticed, my Man and I are lovers of good food and the Three “B” : Eat, to drink, Kiss. We went to lunch in a good restaurant. The meal is over and after #8217 enjoying well, we feel a little heavy. Entry, Flat, Dessert, Aperitif, glass of wine… perhaps one of these elements #8217 #8217 was pure gluttony ! We decide to #8217 go for a little digestive walk just before taking the car back. In front of the restaurant, there is a fairly bushy forest for the area and a small, well-defined path. We're going to take a look without knowing if this will get us somewhere. We don't know the places at all.

Of course, we wanted to look good to go to the restaurant and we didn't plan #8217 a walk to #8217 lighten up at the base. MrSirban wears rather uncomfortable shoes and for my part, stilettos of #8217 10 centimetres. Between the dead leaves, stinging at the heel, and the little stony path that does everything to take my shoes off at the slightest misstep, what a treat ! All these emotions make me want to pee, only we're not the only ones who need to digest apparently !

I'm going on an exploration #8217 away in the thickets to find a little corner, but what do I come across ? An old ordeal and a small bench covered in moss ! Well, that's it, then. ! You couldn't see anything from the way. It seems like forgetting men for ages, standing proudly in the middle of the forest and nested with #8217 a halo of light. He's got that little side. “19th century Romantic Gothic”. It's #8217 smart ! My perverse mind is #8217 as soon as I see it #8217. I #8217 call my darling to tell him about my find : “love, I #8217 found a cross !”. Visibly, he doesn't #8217 me… I repeat : “love, there's a cross !”. He comes to me. He is in turn very surprised. We're exploring the immediate surroundings., there are no other peculiarities #8217 #8217.

It's #8217 fun to make discoveries, but my bladder is actually begging me to do something to relieve it. I'#8217 hesitating between leaning on the bench or on the ordeal. Frankly, one #8217 is more tempting than the other #8217, more transgressive… more exciting. I quickly put my phone in support against the handbag and snap the video. Of course, between the #8217 urge and the #8217, I'#8217 lost neurons and I didn't #8217 put the phone in the right direction. So you'll have all the photos in the same direction… Vertical !

After being able to free myself from #8217 some pressure, my perverse mind has not found rest and I am starting to do everything to make MrSirban succumb to my charms. He's in the middle of digestion and he doesn'#8217 t particularly like to #8217 love outdoors., because he doesn't find it convenient. By chance, he was excited to see me urinate open thighs in the middle of the forest #8217 pumps. I have a niche !

I'm going to have to get out the big game.. I lift my dress to reveal my charms and dandine me, well arched in support against the cross. I give him infernal glances. It makes a dubious mine, limits his head “cacaboudin”, but gives in to temptation. It's more to please me in my opinion. Squatting, I let him know and start swallowing his limb. I take it in the mouth, twirl his chibre on my tongue, gives him deep throats while not letting go of his gaze. He tells me to #8217 to lean against the ordeal and wait for #8217 he comes to fuck me.

I comply. I wanted sex., I've got some ! He wets his fingers with his saliva, presses on my arch and penetrates me unceremoniously and without foreplay. It's a manly fuck without the slightest sweetness. It even makes me spanks that make the leather of my buttocks grow and reason in the clearing. The forest echoes our frolics, our moans of pleasure #8217 are nothing discreet, but the singing of cicadas covers a minimum. If someone #8217 to go through the stony path, I am sure, however, that he would hear us.

After #8217 that she shook and honoured, MrSirban wants to enjoy on my chest. I #8217 at the foot of the ordeal, open thighs and tense body, to receive his seed. I undulat without leaving his gaze and put my foot wearing stilettos just under his sex. His masturbation is fast, Incisive, frenzied. It enjoys a nice hot lamp on my little breasts ! This good fuck in the forest has put us in all our states. After the fact, reality has taken over. I groped around me to wipe myself, I have my hand full of. My Darling too.

None of us took wipes or handkerchiefs. I just have condoms., lubricant and my ID in the handbag. We look all around… a small soft stone bench, a proudly trained ordeal, a green hole where cicadas sing… trees, leaves… Good, it'll do for this time. My man declined my proposal and preferred to keep his little drop at the end of the sex, for my part I wiped myself with leaves a little rough but saving !

We were both very excited about the place, the situation and the taboo side of a tumble in front of a cross. MrSirban was a choirboy for many years and for my part, I went to school with the Benedictine sisters. We both studied theology and that made us… naughty sacreds ! In licentiousness, we met quite a few people who had a strict childhood structured by religion and this designed adults to recreational sexuality, like our Enlightenment peers who bathed in an ultra-religious society and lived the greatest debauchery in their courtesy salons. My tributes to Choderlos de Laclos, Creaso Sonory or Sade… who are entitling their credentials to Libertinism by giving substance to their pleasures and life to their fantasies.