She knew her inner constraints. Silently, she opened the bag and took out two tealights. She lit the two new candles to the already burning ones. She looked at Dick seriously. "Now we have time and you do not have to worry." She quietly closed the door. Dick helped her to distribute the numerous tealights in the living room. Outside, the night was already pressing against the windows.
The tealights spread a warm light. Laila once again poured red wine. Slowly, they drank their glasses. When Dick reached for the bottle again, Laila held him back. "Please, a little alcohol is quite stimulating, but too much, and it's no fun anymore."
As a result, he put the bottle back on the table. Laila moved closer. "I'm going to kiss you now, I want you to not worry about what you're doing or how you're doing it, just feel and let yourself drift close your eyes." Dick followed her instructions. Gently, Laila slipped her lips over his. She blew tender kisses on the corners of his mouth and finally gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.
Carefully, she ran her tongue over his mouth. He opened his lips hesitantly. Very slowly, she began to explore his mouth with her tongue. In the beginning he did not react at all, then mechanically, until she playfully began to suck on his tongue. His lips softened, his mouth opened slightly more and his tongue began to beat violently against hers. Laila broke away from him.
Seriously she looked at him. "Everything OK?" Embarrassed, he smiled. "It pushes." Laila was amused as he tugged furtively on the fabric of his crotch. She quickly kissed him again. This time he was more demanding. And also Laila's breath quickened. "You learn quickly."
She let her tongue wander over his neck and nibbled on his earlobe. Again he gripped his step in embarrassment. Sam pushed his fingers aside and began to open his pants. She helped him pull down his pants. His boxer shorts clearly bulged. Dick was visibly uncomfortable.
Laila gently ran her fingers over it. "That's fantastic." Lailastand opened and pulled down his pants himself. She took his hand and led her between her legs. Hesitantly, his fingers slid over the smooth fabric of her panties. Laila closed her eyes and moaned yearning. He immediately withdrew his hand. "Do not stop." Laila was demanding him.
She took off her panties. "Go on." Reluctantly, he pushed his hand up the inside of Laila's thigh. She put her foot between his legs and led him to the right place. "Exactly here." She closed her eyes appreciatively and felt his fingers gently fingering her.
"And here," she pressed his fingers tighter against him and felt him penetrate her a little bit. "Deep" she asked him. Effortless, his finger slipped into her. "Fantastic" Laila breathed. Again he touched her with his fingers and pushed her back and forth with small, circular motions.
After a while, she gently pushed his hand away. "Slow ... Otherwise ..." She pulled the babydoll over her head. "... I'll gladly come back to that later." Carefully, she sat down on his lap. "Kiss Me." Passionately he pushed her tongue into her mouth. "Here," she pointed to her neck. Hotly he pressed his mouth to the sensitive spot above the collarbone. Quickly he let his tongue bounce back and forth.
Laila reluctantly parted company with him. "Here," she pointed to her nipple. With the same desire, he locked her in his arms and quickly slapped his tongue against it. Laila gently pushed his head away. "Slow Cowboy, I ..." he bent greedily over the other nipple. Laila groaned loudly. Again he let his tongue slide into her mouth. He reached for Laila's breasts with both hands. His hands covered Laila's butt. He gently pushed her down and pressed his loins against her.
"I can not stand it," he groaned into her mouth. "Seems like we both need to release pressure first." She took off his shorts. Sure, she pulled his knees apart and knelt down in front of him. "Wait" almost pleading. But Laila had already lowered her head and enclosed him with warm lips.
He came almost instantaneously and explosively. He bucked under Laila's firm grip. In pulsating thrusts, he poured into her mouth and her lips adapted to his rhythm. She kept him closed with her mouth and put a hand on his chest. She felt herself rise and fall quickly. After a while she let go of him and took a sip of wine. He looked at her regretfully.
"Sorry ..." "No, that was absolutely fantastic, can you do the same for me?" He looked doubtfully at her and shyly touched her face. "You're beautiful." Laila pushed him on the upholstery. Actually, she had intended to sit on him, because he was ready again. He gently pulled her onto his face.
She felt the rapid slap of his tongue and the approaching orgasm. Laila got up a bit. With a firm grip, he pressed her tighter on his mouth. Laila felt a finger slide slowly into her. He bent it slightly, letting his tongue beat harder against her swollen flesh.
Laila gave up and pushed harder and harder against his face. He released his hand from her side and gently twisted a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Sam came with sharp screams. Breathless, he released her. Laila's legs were like pudding and she sat down on the floor next to the couch.
She looked at him. His face shone with its liquid. He grinned satisfied. "That was good, right?" Laila smiled "Fantastically, do you mind if I smoke one?" He sat up and pulled her to him. "Yes, because I do not want to wait." He kissed her.
First tender, then demanding. In the heat of the moment they landed on the floor. Laila rubbed her head. "Ouch" He grinned apologetically. "That was not my intention." "So?" Laila embraced his stiff member. "And, what was your intention?" He closed his eyes. She led him between her legs. Silently he lay on her, she felt him pulsing weak in itself. "Everything OK?" He opened his eyes.
"That feels fantastic." Laila smiled. That was definitely new territory for him. "I'm afraid if I move, I'll explode again." "Hm, you know, that's the purpose of the whole thing." Laila kissed him on the mouth. "And I finally come to my cigarette." Laila twisted her eyes ecstatically and winked at him. "Oh yes?" He slid his tongue irritably slowly over Laila's breasts. She dug her fingers into his thick hair. Carefully, he began to move in her. "Before you get to your cigarette, ..."
He moved faster and Laila felt again the yearning pull in her abdomen. "... I want you to come with me." Laila adapted to his rhythm. She held him tightly embraced and her hot body rubbed ever more demanding together. Laila came first. With both hands, she grabbed his buttocks and pushed him in solid strikes against him. He pulled back and pushed harder into her.
When he came, he lay still and Laila enjoyed his pulse. Laila finally smoked her cigarette with pleasure. After that, they loved each other again. Dick apparently intended to catch up on the last abstemious years in a single night. When he reached for Laila the fifth time, she tiredly pulled his hand away.
"Slow Cowboy Give me an hour or two I'm suffering from massive dehydration and I'll fall asleep immediately if I come back." Laila snuggled into his arm. "Just a little rest," she murmured and was almost asleep.
How long she had slept, Laila could not say. She woke and felt his tongue between her legs. God, the boy is a natural. She had not thought to come near orgasm after such a short time. But what he did with his tongue, drove them unerringly into exstatic heights. Laila's hips twitched.
God, how could he penetrate her so deeply and forcefully with his tongue? Sam felt irrepressible pleasure. As her abdomen contracted twitching, he penetrated again amazingly deep with his tongue in her. Laila screamed as the orgasm tore her from the inside. Exhausted, she remained lying. She felt himself rising. His fingers slid over her brand. She sat up and looked at the couch.