He and I both love rainy days, and listening to the rain is inexplicably refreshing.
There was a clap of thunder outside the compartment, accompanied by a few booms and a flash of electricity, I realized it was about to rain, I glanced towards him and he smiled as he dragged me off the train, (we really do have a good understanding, don’t we?).
There weren’t many people left on the streets at half past midnight, and we walked cozily down the street, in a mood for the coming downpour ……
A white light streaked across the sky, after which the pouring rain splashed down.
We went downstairs to the garden, a very large green area, and dense woods like a tropical jungle, he welcomed as if open arms pouring rain on him.
I was drenched all over, my soaked clothes clinging to my skin and making me a little uncomfortable, and I laughed angrily and in anger at the sight of his madness.
He grabbed me and danced with me, and I didn’t push back, spinning and dancing and going crazy in the pouring rain, the sky lit up with a flash of lightning from time to time and then went dark again.
I couldn’t see anything in the darkness with my dimmed eyes, and only for a moment when lightning streaked by could I make out my surroundings, the expression on his face. His hair, wet and disheveled by the rain, lay in a messy cascade across his forehead in a kind of wild madness.
He stopped and let go of me and I almost fell, thankfully he pulled me back just in time, but the heels of my shoes had poked into the soft grass and I was weak in the knees, leaning helplessly against his wet body.
I looked up at him and saw his eyes bursting with a strange light, oh god, he’s not going to want me here, “Oh …… no …… no way… .” and I backed up a little.
He stepped closer, the thick super tree behind me blocking my retreat, I saw him let out a charming smile, my legs couldn’t help but go weak, he lifted me up so that I was leaning against the trunk, lowering his head and kissing me passionately.
His tongue searched between my willing lips, probing the wettest of mouths with such skill, a teasing power, a power to arouse lust, a facilitating power to bring feelings to a white-hot stage.
His tongue moved to my earring and gently nipped it down with his teeth, “Oh ……” he knew how to bring me into the best mood ……
I lifted my head and crossed my arms behind his neck, half-hanging on to him, and I saw that the Cambodian flames had burned their way into his eyes.
He lowered his head slightly so that my nose was pressed against his, rubbing it gently, smelling each other, feeling his warmth, feeling each other’s hearts thumping with excitement.
My mouth opens too, twisting my head, grazing his cheekbones, kissing his face, it’s his skin his scent, it’s all that makes me thump.
I lick my lips gently, there’s a hint of the salty taste of rainwater. My face brushes against his short bun, tickling it, and I put one hand on his chin, finding his mouth.
I kissed him on the lips over and over again, taking great pleasure in each skin-to-skin contact.
His body shuddered, and I suddenly opened my mouth wide, teasing him, making his mouth open as well, kissing deeply, my tongue stirring his, his arms wrapping around my back, holding me close, responding positively.
In that moment, my desire was so strong that I almost lost control.
He skillfully unbuttoned my corset and pushed it upward, rubbing my breasts with vigor.
One of his hands caressed my body as the other began to undress me.
I can’t help but feel a little apprehensive: right here, if someone was passing by, they would have seen us.
But an unspeakable pleasure strongly surrounded me again not to mention that it is now late at night, and it is raining heavily, and there will not be any people right ……
His skillful work quickly chased away my concerns, and it was as if my entire world was reduced to this sliding palm and the fingers that touched me.
He tried to remove my dress, but it was soaked with rain and clung to my body with so much effort that he gave up and lifted it up, his fingers sliding between my belly.
I raised my right leg, pressing my heel against the trunk, my waist naturally lifting forward to give him more thorough and direct access to my bottom, his fingers slipping silently between my legs, reaching into my thick pubic hair, working the strands to play with it, entwining them around his fingers as he pulled up on them, gently at first, and then with greater force, and I took pleasure in the wonderful ache that was making my pubic bone hot and made my pussy lips sizzle.
His left hand went to my nipples, caressing and pinching one I raised my head and opened my mouth, sucking in the rainwater, which ran down my shirt and onto my semi-naked bottom pussy, which I found very pleasant, and it was then that I realized that the rain seemed to have lightened up a bit. Turns out the leaves were holding it off for us. (I was just worried about getting hit by lightning, but we couldn’t care less about anyone right now, lol …… )
I lowered my right leg in an attempt to stand comfortably, but one of his knees went between my thighs, forcing my thighs apart, my pussy already wet with love and lust, my arousal stirring for him, desire overflowing my small female vessel.
With the fingers of his right hand he opened the petals of the flower of my pussy and let his index finger in, like a diver parting some warm wave. Soon he searched out the small protuberance of my throbbing clitoris.
”Oh ……” he touched it, for he knew that touching it was a harbinger of pleasure, right, and only he knew the secret password that would lead me to the pinnacle of carnal enjoyment, so he began to rub my clitoris – —
It was light and slow at first, and when he felt my pleasure, he rubbed up with more vigor.
”Well …………” I closed my eyes and tried my best to maintain the balance of my body, but the high heels on my feet made me feel unsteady, especially in this soft grass, I was afraid that If I moved a little, I might reach the bottom, and in an instant a wave of irritation flowed through my body, and it seemed to be the first time I realized that high heels could also bring inconvenience and pain.
Luckily he felt it too and immobilized me with his left hand, continuing to touch my pussy lips with his right, his fingers running over my glowing clit, rubbing harder on the wickedly bubbling tip.
I felt tingly hyper and I gasped, my mouth was very dry now, the rain couldn’t moisturize my lips anymore, and the nectar from my lower body was dripping out.
My whole body was in a state of arousal, and it wasn’t just the nerve end of my pussy that was on cloud nine, the rest of my body was hungry and excited too. They were sending the same message in unison: caress me ……
I moved my muscles invitingly, but he ignored it, and I now wanted his fingers to go deeper and deeper into me me me, but his touch was softer and lighter, like he was deliberately trying to torture me ……
My pussy lips had parted, dripping with erotic love juices, his middle finger finally reaching into the slippery cunt, his thumb elegantly carrying the rhythm as he continued to stimulate the clitoris, my body seeming to detach itself from my will, my soul, his hands seeming to do the full range of motions out of their own volition, the pussy and ass tensing up in superb coordination with each wonderful impact.
His fingers play skillfully with my flesh, stirring me to new pleasures.
My body shook wildly, not just for the physical pleasure, but also because of this stormy night, this lightning, this deafening thunder.
The rain was a drug, an aphrodisiac, making us go crazy, I eagerly pressed my body against his, my whole body felt against my cunt port, my body moved down a little, one hand plunged sharply between my two stomachs, groping downward, finally grabbing what I was looking for, but the rain soaked my shirt and pants, making me feel so uncomfortable.
I looked up with an inquiring glance and gestured for him to pull his pants down, his heavy scrotum was full of life and filled my hand, I stroked it with sophistication, my motions were gentle and skillful, my hand moved forward between his thighs and began to tease him, letting a bit of my fingertips slide lewdly from his anus to the heel of his balls.
I slowly moved my body down and half knelt in front of his lower back, realizing that the rain was sliding down his cock, I took his cock in my hand and took it into my mouth, I flicked my tongue over the dangerously pink glans and felt its deep red rim, my tongue licked over the dangerously pink glans and went to extend the feel of its islet red backbone.
My lips were in a perfect “O” shape as they covered his moving shaft.
I moved one hand to envelop his balls, and between my fingers, gently rubbed their soft extensibility.
I sucked on it hungrily, my teeth gently grazing that skin, my tongue rolling over the glans, and I was extremely skillful at running my long-nailed fingers down the heels of his legs to touch the sensitive areas on either side of his testicles, and I pinched my fingertips gently into his scrotum.
His body jerked and he grunted with intoxication and excitement. My fingers squeezed my testicles harder until he couldn’t catch his breath.
I heard him moan very clearly: the pain intensified his carnal pleasure.
I sucked even harder on his swollen, engorged cock, only to hear a shuddering, moaning gasp as love cum spurted into my mouth ……
It’s still raining heavily, only I’ve noticed without noticing that the lightning is less frequent and the thunder is no longer so scary ……