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No, I did not meet the real Jude Law. I just wanted to do as many people press titles: once we read the content, the title promised much more and we remain hungry, if we are not downright defrauded!
But we can still remember this: we must not rely on appearances
We met Jude on the site Netechangisme (now Wyylde). Her pictures were very flattering and advantageous, and the midinette that slept in me woke up suddenly.
The feeling seemed reciprocal and we wanted to move quickly to the top speed. First a webcam exchange to check that there was no deception on the merchandise.
"Wow, it looks like Jude Law!
"Do not exaggerate, I'm not as handsome as he is."
"If everyone could resemble him like you, it would not be bad anyway." "
Even though he was somewhat embarrassed, the nickname remained.
While I have long thought that I do not like boys (see post on phototherapy), I was very flattered that a handsome young man like him is interested in me. This incredibly re-inflated my ego, as if, in the end, the ugly duckling of the college finally came out with the best boy in school.
The webcam chat quickly switched to the erotic show. I heated him from a distance, taking poses more and more lascivious and explicit while he shook. He excited quickly enough, and in hindsight, I think he often had to masturbate behind a screen ...
After he had enjoyed it, we agreed on a real rendezvous this time, with us.
He arrived on a weekday night. He was as beautiful as a god! Perfecto in leather, shirt, jeans, in short he had opted for a casual chic style. For my part, I had chosen a little black dress with a bare back, a set of lace with laces with suspenders, a string, and black stockings. Small black pumps came to complete the whole. We devoured our eyes smiling blissfully (or foolishly ... or both).
We both sat on the sofa, Giacomo took the chair facing us.
I was detailing it out of the corner of the eye while we were chatting around a bottle of champagne. He had a beautiful face, fine and regular features, beautiful blue eyes, blond chestnut, shaved close, a thin but sporty silhouette. In short, I could not wait to see what was under the hood (or the hood!).
Jude brushed against me when he used the amuse-bouche I had prepared. That did not leave me indifferent at all. Sometimes thinking of it, I wonder if I did not finally react like a man to a pretty girl: my brain had totally lost control over my senses and my emotions. My body wanted more rubbing, he wanted to rub against his and more so affinities!
I do not know how, but we got closer on the couch. He leaned over to me, put his hand on my cheek and kissed me. His lips against mine were soft, our tongues sought and met quickly. My hands probed his clothes, curious to discover what they were holding. They eagerly drew out her shirt from her jeans and met a very nice bump, then unbuttoned the top. His hands had slipped under my dress and rolled up, revealing my stockings and my garter belt.
"I love your lingerie, you're too beautiful.
- You're not bad either…"
His shirt was open, and his abs visible: how well it was done! Finely muscular! I knelt down on the carpet in front of him, kissed him while unbuckling his belt. I slid his pants to knees and wines on all fours in front of his sex proudly erect. How flattered he was to be at attention!
This young man had decidedly everything for him. Even her sex was well done. About 16-17 cm, with a diameter of 3-4 cm, it was the ideal size for my anatomy. And, last but not least, he had a straight sex, he was decidedly photogenic under all seams.
Naughty and playful, I stared straight in the eyes, before approaching my mouth of her sex. I walked slowly to torture him a little, I gave small tongues on the edge of his penis before taking it frankly in the mouth. He moans with pleasure, emitting a rattle of satisfaction. I sucked him gladly, reading on his face the caresses for which he was most receptive. I alternated deep and sustained sucking with small licks along the rod when I felt it at the edge of the explosion ...
My husband, Giacomo, decided to be an observer that night. He caressed himself while contemplating this living picture.
Jude joined me on the carpet and came to stand behind me while I was still on all fours. After putting on a hood, he rubbed his hard penis between my wet lips. I curled more to offer myself totally. He pushed slowly and I felt his cock gradually invade me, until the guard.
"You're very tight ... Hummmm ..."
He held me by the hips, came out almost completely, then came back to the bottom of me. He repeated these round trips, slow and ample first, then faster and faster. I felt so excited that I was panting from the pelvis, to feel its tail along its length.
By dint of rubbing on the carpet, I end up having knee pain (the detail that kills, as it is a true story) and proposed to change position. The handsome Jude swung me on the sofa, and kissed me passionately. His hand slid quickly between my thighs that he dismissed frankly, before pushing a finger into my pussy dripping with desire.
He came to position himself again between my thighs. His cock on my slit, he looked straight in my eyes:
"Tell me you want her.
- Yes I want it. "
He interfered slowly ...
"Is that what you want ?
- Yes ... Take me, fuck me ... "
I savored his penetration. It came out again and then penetrated me again all its length. I felt him knock at the bottom and I contracted my perineum at each stop. I felt that excited him, his penis swelled and hardened in me.
Jude accelerated the rhythm, his cheeks rosy, he became hotter and warmer. I thrust the thighs fully, and pressed on his buttocks so that it sank completely. We were super excited. The movements became more and more rapid, more and more violent, we were carried away in a whirlwind sexual whirlwind. He withdrew suddenly, took off his hood, and squirted long jets on my chest.
"Excuse me, I should have warned you.
- There's no harm, thank you for not spilling in me.
"That was the least of things."
We went back down to earth. He embraced me tenderly. I also like these little moments after the effort.
I confess that I remained a little on my hunger, but it was getting late and he had to leave. He dressed, thanked us for this evening and offered me a revenge. I did not give an immediate answer.
A little disappointed by this meeting that I fantasized, even idealized, I realized that the most beautiful guys are not necessarily the best lovers. But thanks to my husband, the "revenge" will be much more satisfactory and will be the subject of a future ticket.
Giacomo and I finished the evening in love. More fiery than ever, he made love to me with renewed thirst, and we played twice in the night.
