I'm sure, but what about you?

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Here is a little story that I experienced and which illustrates well that licentiousness is not made for everyone.

All my girlfriends know that I am libertine but not all my male friends. You will soon understand why.

I recently announced to a close friend, Marc, that I was a libertine. Surprised by this revelation, he cashed the information. After a moment's reflection, he simply replied that he was incapable of making love without feeling, that he respected my way of life, but that he was very far from it. I concluded that it was cute, that it was a blue flower. Surprisingly, I thought that, on the contrary, boys had less scruples than girls to have sex without feeling. I may have become old-fashioned!

One night we were both invited to a birthday party. My husband was on mission at that time and left me as usual carte blanche to have fun if my heart told me. "Do not forget to take hoods with you!" He always told me before an outing.

The evening was very nice. I made new encounters, but none was to my liking, even if my intention was not to hunt.

At the moment of leaving, Marc proposed to accompany me. Until my "libertine coming-out", we often came back together but only shared the taxi, but this time, to tease him, I proposed to go get a last drink. After all, he's still cute and I felt like a player.

Feeling it hesitate, I then pinch his cheek, laughing, and simply say to him: "I was joking, I know it's not your kind, now go home." I adjusted my share to the driver, left the taxi and went up to my house.

As I walked out of the shower, I heard the intercom ring, it was Marc. He finally wanted to have a last drink. Here then ! "Often woman varies" says the saying, but sometimes it is also valid for men.

Was I still teasing him by nudging him, or was I still wrapped in my towel? I decided to remain wise under my briefcase and went to open the door for him. He came in, and as soon as I had time to close the door, I felt his body coming softly down my back, his hot breath in my neck. I whispered, "Are you very sure of yourself?" He simply answered: "Yes ..." I already felt an erection against my buttocks.

He began to kiss me gently in the neck, and I went to meet his lips. They were sweet and warm ... We kissed each other languorously as her hands went up to my chest to untie my napkin. With one hand he caressed my breast free and on the other he descended gently between my thighs ... that I spread slightly. He timidly caressed my mount of Venus and in a breath I said: "Yes ..." to make him go further.

He slid a finger between my wet lips, brushed them gently as if to ask their approval, then slowly entered me. His long finger slid easily into the depths of me. I arched myself to encourage him to finger more, and he did not ask. I groaned under her caresses and I felt my lips swell with desire.

I turned to face him, looked him in the eye and said, "It's not too late to stop, are you sure of yourself?" "Yes, I'm sure," he said, guiding my hand toward his pants. I felt a hard bump that I caressed through his pants.

I unfastened his belt, while he pulled off his shirt. He quickly found himself naked with a beautiful erection. I took him by the hand and took him into the living room. I invited him to sit on the couch, and wiggled me astride above him but without stuffing myself. I wanted to take my time. I felt beautiful, desired under her caresses, her kisses and her envy ... rigid! I quickly wanted to get down to business.

I went down to kneel before him, spread his thighs and looked him straight in the eyes, in a nasty mood. I began to masturbate and approached my mouth of her sex. I licked his penis gliding gradually into my mouth. I heard him moan with happiness. It excited me and I sucked him more beautifully.

He put his hands on my head and stopped my movements. He joined me on the ground, and lay down on the carpet. He spread my thighs and began to kiss them gently. He descended gradually and approached ineluctably from my lips. He then buried his head between my thighs and licked my pussy as I like. Waves of pleasure roamed my body, it was so good.

"Take me ..." He did not tell him twice. He grabbed one of the hoods I had