For half an hour she finished tanning on the beach
she was only looking after the ball that was so active.
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Those in the circle formed to play volleyball, they were very good at playing, she would have also like to participate. She was looking for a while, not just the players, but their technique and she was wondering, could not she be good at it ?
-I would like to play volleyball, she told her friend, who encouraged her, not wanting to get involved.
In a few moments she was asking for permission to take part in the game. The ball was often in the hands of professional teammates. Often the ball was clinging to the sky, as if it would not want to descend to the ground, all staring at the round balloon half way between the sun and the ground. Everybody was laughing, all those involved, and the laughter united them unequivocally. She remembers how John invited her to a beer after the end of the game, and after jumping as an arrow overflowing the mirror of the water, following a considerable effort. Every day they were meeting on the beach, playing volleyball, and bathe together. At first John was laughing about her jump in the head, unable to take a moment to mimic the swinging motion of the fish that straightens its muscles to drain off the water after landing. So she was getting lost in the depths before she could come to the surface. On one of those occasions, when she was putting her head out of the water to get air, having her eyes covered by the avalanche of waves, she felt she got into a gentle grip on John’s strong arms, around her bust, trapped in a live lifeline. Her heart was racing into her chest due to her plunging into the water, but also due to his hug. The man, with desire, drew her toward him until they met body in body, and their feet rose in the swirling of the water. Around them was silence, the basin being left by men and the twilight clock advancing into the dark. Their bodies were weighing in a physical attraction, step by step, with patience, tenacity, reciprocity. John was caressing her legs as he was staring in her eyes, then he tossed her toes between his teeth, biting them and then laughing, then he slipped his hands on her back , preoccupied with the opening of her bra. She was standing, she did not sketch any nasty gesture, as if she were neutral. But she was there, receiving the stucco of a dream. The breasts, like two white balls, shielded by the force of the sun, swept into the power of water, with an independent life, eventually reaching out to the prisoners of their fists. The pink buds of the white breasts stepped under the fringing of his fingers, the body also gave the first impulses of adhesion, while the man raised her over the water to see her breasts in their true form and taste from her sensual lips, glued to his skin as a suction cup. The tension grew in their proximal symmetry. Willingness brought them closer in space, until they wanted a fantastic union. He in her and she in him, inseparable, at least for a while … and he was penetrating her after he had stripped her panties, and the penetration was going into the depths and beyond … she was reacting with an ephemeral sigh , but eternal at the same time.
We go to the locker room, hand in hand, where you have me without by social barriers. Here nobody can see us, it’s just us, you surround me with your arms ready to break me with taste and love. You want me and you want to sink into me, I let you and you let me in your depths. I want tomorrow to remember this day with love, embellishing with my touch, full of feelings. You pull me on the long chair in the locker room, you’re just in a wet slip with visibly pointed organs, your muscular arms surround me with promises of the future. I like to dream about your promises, to let myself go in your ambiance that you create. Sing, if you wish, on my muscular or nerve fibers, resonant, I am waiting to be part of your body amplitude. I like to think I’m in the extension of your penis by feeling, missing and empathy. From the first gesture you take off my bra to break up the two rich breasts which are eager to be received. You get them out of the air, and you suck them up, you want them like a crazy man . Then you spank my ass in the wet slip, strangling my bucks with lust, like you want them in your memory forever. I’m waiting for your intercourse with me, kissing my breasts that fill your palm, eating my abdomen, breathing more and more, shaking and sinking two fingers in the hole of love, then you excite yourself too hard, you raise me a little on the lounge chair from my hip and you, in the sitting position, you just insert some part of your penis into my vagina, watching the effect closely. I close my eyes so that I can enjoy the rhythm that excites me and raises me on the unsurpassed heights of beauty and pleasure. In a feverish feeling we travel with fierce passion on various terrestrial and dream continents, I rise on cliffs, winds and clouds to descend into the embrace of grass, the flowering of petals or the fresh birds turned into the country. I know that I want you to feel at the same time with me on the same continent … either in the grass, in the breath of the forest, or in the pulse of warm air to the night. And I feel with my whole being, I feel your hungry penis in me, hungry for my pussy. I feel your penis so hard as it is just about to explode. I feel it touching me far, in the vagina, letting me in the valley that surrounds me, looking at your eyes so penetrating that they look at me while the penis reveals me inside. The world seems to have stopped when a wave of heat has invaded me inside, I felt your so hot lips kissing my cheeks, my eyes, my dry mouth of love. You took my hands and kissed them one by one, you licked my trembling fingers, you stared at my deer eyes. Then I felt the caresses of your hands on my breasts, on the abdomen, then the tongue that tasted every part of me, as if you were just starting to make love with me. I felt you were insatiable for me, you wanted me again. I smiled at you and you smiled too, I opened my legs to get you back inside, I heard your moaning of pleasure when you felt the warmth inside me, the heat that you left it in there. The same pleasure I felt again, the one that made me tremble and scratch your back, you were not saying anything. I put my lioness nails in your buttocks and I pulled you closer and deeper, and then you exploded and with a man’s voice you screamed with pleasure while your sperm invaded me for the second time. We kissed again and fell asleep touching our bodies so weary of love.
