The group came to a lively and lovely beauty, in my fierce pursuit of which can not surrender, naturally, the sky is also bright, life is also full of sunshine, a time, love each other to death.
It was when I saw her picture that I was struck by her: the student look, the dimples when she smiled, the long flowing hair, the big white sari draped neatly over her shoulders, it was mesmerizing.
At that time, although I know that the girl around the sarong is very good-looking, but the real obsession or from an early spring excursion to play in the outskirts of the countryside began, by his girlfriend step by step to bring into the realm of that can not be extricated, such as mesmerized.
That time, we met up and she took me to her best friend who worked far away in the mountains, we hiked up the mountain and traveled all the way to her friend’s place a couple of hours later, also a petite and beautiful woman.
I live with my girlfriend and she lives with her coworkers.
Her friend arranged to work the next day and took us around after her shift with a coworker.
Knowing that it was cold in the mountains in early spring, my girlfriend brought along a large, snow-white, chequered sarong that she wrapped around her neck and took off and put in her carry-on bag when it was hot to walk.
Her friend took us out to play, also put on a big red scarf, and my girlfriend’s white scarf against each other, and two beautiful women, go out after the turnaround rate is very high, I kind of happy in my heart Oh, simply proud.
Time flies, and before you know it, it’s day three.
That afternoon after we said goodbye to her friends, we hiked down the mountain along the way, all the way she was full of spirit, jumping, I walked slowly behind, when I couldn’t see anyone I looked around to find her, suddenly she jumped out from the side to scare me, that kind of joy is really unforgettable.
Without realizing it, we walked to the edge of the hill and sat down on a big rock to rest for a while.
It’s very soothing to see a view like that down the mountain.
She sat down next to me and snuggled in, holding my arm close to her and resting her head on my shoulder.
A moment later, the mountain wind blew and a shiver ran down his body.
She raised her head to look at me and said, “Cold, huh?” I said it was fine.
In fact, hard to hold on, the man is well, when the clothes are not as much as she wore, she did not feel cold, I am cold a little shrinking neck.
But how could she not know, no matter how hard she talked, how could she not control the slight trembling of her body? She raised her head for the second time, let go of my arm, and used her hand to remove the large, snow-white scarf on her neckline, and wrapped it around me by hand! That feeling is like a girl’s delicate skin gently caressing my skin, neck that comfortable feeling seems to have never stopped, so comfortable feeling, I can not help but hold on to my girlfriend, excited to kiss her lips, my penis can not help but raise his head stupidly.
If we hadn’t been on the side of the road in the mountains, we’d have made love right away, I’m afraid, so impulsive, and the quality must have been very good.
Was kissed dizzy girlfriend was not easy to catch her breath, blushing hands around my neck around the sarong, said: “you bad oh, want to smother me to death ah?” I still hold her tightly, did not say a word.
A moment later, she raised her head, looked at me and said: “You wear sarongs really nice!” I’m a little embarrassed, although the path is very few passers-by, but still feel a little shy.
She looked at me for a moment, like a thought, said: “Is not the scarf very comfortable?” I said: “Yes, I can’t tell you that very comfortable feeling, simply intoxicated, and it is you give me around, I feel comfortable in addition, but also deeply feel that you love my heart!” She said, “Oh, I see! It’s the sari that makes you so impulsive.
“I said, “Yes, I can’t control that urge at all.
“She laughed, that kind of bad smile makes me creepy and curious:” What are you laughing ah?” She said: “Go back, you will know.
“I hadn’t thought of anything else, except that maybe she was going to get the bad idea of making me keep wearing my sarong all the way down the hill back to the house.
Sure enough, all the way down, she forbade me to remove the sarong.
As I got closer to the foot of the mountain, the likelihood of encountering pedestrians increased, and in my mind I became more and more afraid of being seen.
Seeing my embarrassment, she blamed: “What’s wrong with it even if someone sees, but also can not recognize you, afraid of what Oh!” I said, “No, no, no!” She said stupid! Help me put the scarf into two circles, knot and stuffed into the half turtleneck sweater inside.
The sensation of the tucked-in sarong caressing the skin under the neck and over the chest was even more impulsive! It was so comfortable! She raised my collar a little, carefully organized and said: “This is good, right, no one else can see, you do not worry about it? Anyway, you are not allowed to take it off, always have to be around! Hmph!” This beautiful little devil! I had to continue to walk down the last hill, into the city, back to her home.
When her parents saw us come back, they were busy preparing the meal and blamed us: “You’ve been gone for a few days, it’s like you’ve disappeared! I’m not worried.” I had to giggle, she was in a hurry to explain, screaming, and her parents couldn’t get her out of the way, and then they happily asked: how did you play? Is it fun? Some of the family routine.
I was so nervous with the sari around my neck that it seemed like I couldn’t even turn my neck much for fear that if I turned it more, the sari would show.
A moment to straighten the sweater collar, a moment to pat the chest smooth inside the sarong, haha, that ghost girl, a moment to look at me scowling to do strange like, a moment to come over to intentionally embrace my neck, so that I in front of her parents is almost like in torture.
Finally, after dinner, it was already 8:00 pm.
Tired and ready to rest after having a word with her dad.
She had a small room in another location that she just used for sleeping off and usually went back to her parents for meals.
We excused ourselves and walked arm in arm to the place we called “The Happy Hut”.
She was happy all the way, there is the spirit of jumping Oh, I, although the physical strength than her a lot better, but the neck inside the scarf has been “torture” me for several hours, the kind of tired Oh, simply can not be described, as always in the heart of the tightly collapsed a string.
It wasn’t easy until we got to her cabin a few minutes later.
She laughed out loud, “I know someone who’s nervous today!” “I know someone who can’t stand it!” I was so angry that I chased after her and kissed her as a punishment.
Until the cuddling slowly quieted down and neither spoke, just felt that warmth and serenity.
Her beautiful face was flushed again, and she lifted it up, looking into my eye kozo, and took the initiative to kiss me on the lips, saying over and over, “I love you I love you!” I smiled happily, accepting her passion and warmth of deep love.
After a while of making out, she slowly raised her hand and stroked my collar, the sarong inside rubbing my skin very comfortably under her touch, and I couldn’t help but be impulsive again, hugging her tightly and kissing her monkeyishly, just to press her towards that neat bed.
She gently pushed me away: “Go on, take a shower, see how anxious you are.
“I had to let go of her and go to the bathroom in my room and turn on the hot water heater, set the temperature, and come out and quickly start to take the clothes off my body.
Until the snow-white sari was revealed, I was mesmerized by the satisfaction in my heart and the feeling of the light caress on my skin.
She was also undressing and saw the sarong around my neck and came over and gently removed it, placing it on the bed carefully folded and placed it on the pillow.
I like to see the sarong neatly placed on the pillow, that moment my memory stopped at that time, so cozy feeling! As usual, we go into the bathroom together to take a shower, I like to help her wash, the process is like caressing a fine craft, every time we take a shower together, it is a great enjoyment.
Taking baths together, fooling around, going out together, and collapsing into her neat, fresh-smelling bed together.
But today, for the first time, after she flushed, she left me in the bathroom and went out alone.
I didn’t think much of it, and rinsed slowly, enjoying the moisturizing and cozying up to the warm water flow, and humming a little ditty of triumph.
The sound of her rummaging through the room was faintly audible between the clattering of the water, and I thought to myself, “There’s no need for this guy to turn the place upside down, it’s just a search for underwear.
Until she shouted impatiently from her room: “I’m cold! Get your ass out here! I’m cold!” I slowly turned off the water, dried myself, and jumped on her naked.
She was already lying naked under the covers, looking at me smugly and smiling.
I don’t see how she looks like she’s cold. She must have nothing to do but yell and scream on purpose, I thought.
I lay down next to her, noticing that the big snow-white sari that had been on the pillow was nowhere to be seen until my body entered inside the covers and immediately felt something was wrong – literally that sensation of entering the realm of softness and comfort that surrounded my entire body! It was a feeling like nothing I had ever felt before, and something I would never forget in my life, so cozy, so exciting! I was gawking in amazement, looking at her, and trying to uncover the quilt to see what was inside, and I had a vague feeling that it was a wonderful touch like a sarong.
She rolled over and crouched on my chest, not letting me see: “Don’t move!” Her left hand pulled up a snow-white scarf from inside the quilt, the same one she had worn during the day.
The thrilling sensation of the sari caressing over my body, starting from my little brother, to my belly, to my chest, sent a shiver of such comfort through my whole body! She deliberately and slowly stroked the sarong over my freshly bathed body, then came around the right side of my neck, across the back of my neck, and around my bare bare neck, loosely.
It’s like one of those dashing beauties on the street, purposely and haphazardly wearing a sari, so casual but buttoned up.
So comforting and heady.
I couldn’t help but tighten my arms around her smooth, satin-like body.
“No moving oh!” She snapped again.
Her hand slid downward, past my chest and belly again, all the way down, as if that time was freezing too, so long.
Finally, she gently took hold of the source of my sensitivity, stroking it gently and softly in circles, and I couldn’t help but start to tighten my arms around her again, and she moved her head a little closer to my chest, rubbing her tender face against my nipple.
Her hand stroked for a moment and released to slowly feel its way towards my thighs, and just as my sense of loss was rising, her hand pulled something else up from somewhere down there, and it was a marvelous sensation, for I knew by touch that it was another sari! She turned her head and gently sucked and teased my nipples with her lips and tongue, her left hand holding that sari again gently stroked over my cunt-lashes, over my belly, over my chest and all the way up.
I finally saw it, it was a big light blue scarf the same size as the snowy white one I was wearing around me, just as fresh as the sky, just as crystalline and a million times more beautiful.
She gently brushed this big light blue sari over my face, gently rubbing and caressing my face, my nose, my earlobes, my lips.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the cozy beauty of the wilderness.
My cuntal lashes had long since tilted their heads to the sky, a hardness like no other! My left arm was wrapped around her, my right hand was gripping the sheet around the bed as if I was helpless, my eyes were tightly closed, my body was so tense that my consciousness was in a daze, all my senses were on my face under the caress of the sari and my nipples which she kept sucking and licking, reveling in the warmth of the light veil and the deep feeling of being cared for with all my heart and soul.
As she caressed my lips with the sari, I couldn’t help but open my lips to her caresses, using my tongue to experience the soft, comforting touch of the sari.
She saw my outstretched tongue and took in the veil, rolled over and got up, covered my face with the veil and kissed and licked my tongue through the light blue veil, that feeling of having a light veil covering my face was like being abused, I tried to wrench my eyes open and could only see her light blue shadow dimly, I closed my eyes again kozo and relished in the high level of sensual stimulation she was bringing to me, and I thought to myself, “Let me just be I thought, let me be carried by her all the way, and go on, hoping that this time, will never end.
Her upper body was crouched right on top of me, and as she kissed me, her left hand gently roamed again, my chest, my belly, my cuntal loins, and my body shuddered for a moment, like I was experiencing the end of the world and didn’t know where the end was.
I clung to her shoulders, my head under the sari, cradled by my right hand, as she kissed one moment, caressed my face and lips with her chin and cheeks through the sari, and her left hand roamed my lower back, a thrill that will never be forgotten.
But …… what I didn’t expect was that in my daze, I felt that already familiar feeling down there again – she had changed the trick again from somewhere, and was actually holding a sari in her left hand again! I was about to go crazy, that tender hand gently stroked the sarong directly onto my dick, all the time stroking and circling around down there, and I felt my hard-as-nails dick, already starting to rage with the desire to squirt, to let off steam! I couldn’t help but moan, and even as she kissed me, I made a sound like a whimper.
Especially when she stroked my anus and perineum with the sarong, I finally couldn’t help but scream out loudly: “ah ~~~~~~” I hugged her tightly to my chest, letting the feeling of peeing get stronger and stronger, even if I was about to pee on the bed at the moment I didn’t care.
The gauze was stimulating my dick, stimulating my belly, my anus and perineum, the sensation was unparalleled, as she wrapped my dick in the gauze, the gauze sensation was strongly stimulating the sensitive head of my dick, as she gently pumped up and down my cries became more and more urgent, finally as she picked up the pace I erupted strongly! For the first time in such a short period of time, I was forced out of her liquid.
My enduring ability to make love has always been a source of pride and the focus of her greatest satisfaction and happiness.
She whispered into my ear more than once: “I love you, I love being taken to the peak like this, being gently abused by you.
“But it’s the first time she’s gotten it out of me this quickly tonight.
I experienced the pleasure of being brought to the peak by others like a force, and the deep meaning of what she said, a feeling that really called for a feeling of uncontrollable and unforgettable, and the impression was so deep that it could not be repeated.
In the past, I had always manipulated her body at will, watching her moan and cry out in oblivion under my manipulation, being brought to the peak by me again and again, no matter how she cried and struggled, she couldn’t get rid of the fate of being forced to bring her to the peak, that helpless and grumbling yet so satisfied look, was my proudest masterpiece.
But today, I was “raped” by her in such a way that I had no regrets and was ecstatic with the result! This time I shot a lot – my dick was throbbing for a long time, and she gently wrapped a gauze around her cunt-lashes and slowly went up and down, matching my cries and pulsations, as I was subjugated, guided, and gently pressed underneath her, squeezing the last drop of liquid out of me.
It was a long, long time, and when my welling stopped and my body went slack, I was exhausted, lying there with my eyes tightly closed, feeling my rapid breathing blowing the light blue sari on my face up and down.
So tired and hot, his throat drying up with a muffled whimpering sound.
She let go of the veil and came up with her left hand to unveil that veil from my face, and I was lost in thought as I looked at her beautiful face, watching her wide-eyed kozo as if she were observing a monster from another planet, a treasure that belonged to her private collection, when she suddenly clasped my head tightly to her bare breasts, and kept on hugging and hugging.
I had sarongs all around my neck, those two light sarongs rubbing between us, and the feeling of being deeply loved by her had come through at this point.
For a while, I heard her call my name softly, murmuring it all the time, and I didn’t have the strength to answer.
Until I felt the liquid flowing in my lower body, the tickling sensation made me scream: “Down there!” She just suddenly realized like let go of my head, get up and gently open the covers.
What does it mean to love a woman tenderly and delicately? My experience now rises once more! Uncovering the quilt, I felt the chill of the early spring night on my body, and even though I had just degree over from the heat-wave-like writhing and struggling, I could still distinctly feel the slight shiver of nakedness in the cold air.
But it was immediately compensated by her delicate love: she turned around and pulled a sheet out from under the other quilt and gently covered me.
Ahh! So comfortable what is that? I looked up, it was a snow-white gossamer, that white, refreshingly soft gauzy touch, my whole body relaxed, and I lowered my head to my heart’s content to enjoy that feeling.
When I first entered the comforter, no wonder it was like entering the soft and comfortable realm that surrounded my whole body like a light yarn, as a result, I now know all about it, so much light yarn inside! “This is the soft yarn ah, I bought last summer to make dresses, comfortable, right?” I even said: “comfortable ah comfortable!” My heart was so cozy.
She covered my body and pulled back the Zozi veil where my dick was, holding the veil wrapped around the head of my dick with one hand, and with one hand gently pressing from my perineum out to the inside, squeezing upward to get the remnants of the fluid out.
Gently, the sarong wiped over the head of my dick, cleaning my lower body.
So cozy, so to speak, never experienced and never forgotten.
I saw the sari that she picked up after she wiped it clean to serve my happy little brother, a large sari of pristine pale pink.
She gently took the saran wrap, soaked with my fluids, and crossed over to me, placing it in the wash basin next to the bed.
I saw a pink cloud drift down and land gently in the brightly colored pots with such grace, it was beautiful.
She retracted her body, pulled down the light blue gauze from the side of my face, pulled it downward, and placed it on my cunt’s eyelashes, gently arranged it like a diaper around my anus and penis, pressed it carefully, then pulled on the Zozi gauze to cover my body, pulled up the quilt, and lay down close to me: “Rest for a while, be good and rest, and then I’ll serve you again later on and make you more I’ll let you rest for a while, and then I’ll serve you again and make you more comfortable.
“I finally understood what she said on the mountain.
She said, “When you go back, you will know.
“I think it’s the surprise that’s being given to me at this point.
I couldn’t help but hold her tightly in my arms, that feeling of happiness that cozy feeling in my heart strongly stimulated me.
I like to be active in lovemaking, but I also like to be passive, to be served by my lover, to be guided and “abused”.
But today this kind of surprise is something I will never forget, I feel deeply her loving, feminine delicacy and motherly tenderness.
Being led by her in this way, with its endless surprises, made me long for her to say, “Let me serve you again and make you more comfortable.”
What I was grateful for in my heart was her thoughtfulness in observing that I liked the comfort of yarn, and in my heart she began to prepare me to enjoy the ministrations of the sarong to the fullest, and to know from this, that other gossamer like fabrics like Zozi yarns were also capable of stimulating and comforting me.
Previously I did not notice her sari in the end how many, what color, today I just noticed, I think, in the future, will never be familiar with the sari like let go, that feeling like a brand deeply imprinted in the life, that is unique to women’s private items, she caressed me with her female intimate and private items, indicating that my position in her heart and the degree of deep love by her, are supreme.
There is nothing more mysterious for a man than to know and enter the space of the opposite sex, to enjoy the mysterious fluttering of the opposite sex’s mind, to have the deepest and most indulgent experience.
There is no deeper love than being caressed and fully invested by a lover than the vibrations and memories that this feminine veil gave me tonight, more violent and bodily than ever before by her ministrations with her lips, tongue, and hands, more tapped into the deepest longings of the soul – longings that will, I think, henceforth and forever be with me for the rest of my life.