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On a social libertine network, Giacomo found a couple whose profile contained very beautiful photos. Amateur photographer too, Fred realized beautiful shots of his sweet and beautiful Manuella.
As most of the time, in couples, it is men who are on the keyboard on libertine social networks. The boys became virtually acquainted. They exchanged about libertinage, and also about their common passion: photography. After a very good virtual feeling, they quickly agreed to an appointment for a photo shoot "between girls", convinced that our duo would do wonders on the film.
They arrived on a Saturday in the early afternoon. Manuella was even more beautiful in flesh and blood, I was in love. Given his big smile to the ears, I think I'm not wrong if I say that the reciprocal was true.
Blonde brown with green eyes, 1m75, she was bubbly and solar. Fred meanwhile was a little smaller than she, craned râsé, eyes that showed a sweetness and infinite kindness.
We sat in our lounge around a small cafe. Manuella did not leave me eyes, nor her smile full of promise. Despite her very feminine appearance, she spoke very directly, a little masculine, which was not to displease me, being me too very cash. Her anecdotes told us that she had only to make conventions, which I liked as well.
As the night fell early, the boys proposed to start shooting quickly to make the most of the natural light. It was agreed to do it in our room.
I took Manuella to another room to get ready. She showed me the outfits she had brought, and after examining them, I pointed out the ones for which I had similar outfits, just to have a homogeneous rendering to the image.
We opt for a shorty and black lace stockings, matching pumps. Nothing above: we stay topless. We put our hair in order, a little more black on our eyes. We detail each other to make sure everything is perfect: we are ready.
We join the boys who prepared the room. When we arrived, their eyes widened and they gasped. Our outfits have their little effect. Manuella and I smiled at each other and we winked in complicity.
After a little floating time where we understand that boys need to "go down" on Earth, we settle on both sides of the bed following their instructions. We rely on the headboard, and we arch for the first shots. They shoot at the same time, and it is not always easy to watch the one that will trigger the device.
A little intimidated at first, this is the first time I pose for someone other than Giacomo. I feel a little awkward, shy and reserved in front of Manuella who seems to me of a disconcerting naturalness. Fred perceives it, I feel that he observes me and that he wishes to make me leave my reserve. He tries some jokes to relax me.
Manuella and I are gradually approaching on the bed, symmetrically, at the rate of clicks (Kodak). We face each other, our bodies are closer than ever, and smiling at each other, we eat our eyes.
Manuella asks the photographers permission to kiss me. Fred answers one: "Are you sure? "Charged with innuendo, leaving guess an uncontrollable sequel full of promises.
Our faces and lips are getting closer, we kiss and embrace each other. His lips are of an infinite sweetness, his hands on my neck a delicacy ... Our languages seek themselves, timidly at first, are found, tame and then wrap themselves in a lascivious inner dance of which we only share the secret.
She moans softly, a sign of her abandonment and the pleasure she seems to take. I like to hear her, her sighs are an invitation so I caress her. My hands slide from his neck to his shoulders, brushing her breasts. My palms envelop her beautiful breasts, soft and more bouncy than mine. My fingers annoy her nipples erect and my lips soon leave hers to come lick and nipple her nipples. I suck them, sucks them, she moans more beautiful, she loves.
I slip my hand in her beautiful lace shorty, and directs it to her slit I feel beardless, hot and wet. My middle finger sneaks between his fleshy lips full of desire, and enters his liquefied cave. I remove it, sticky, witnessing his excitement. I introduce it again, always encouraged by his sighs, and begins to jerk gently, then faster and faster.
Very quickly, the friction of the lace annoys me, and I drag the fabric along her legs. Her stockings take part in the procession.
She took the opportunity to get up and take back my lips, more thirsty than ever. She kisses me passionately while his hands firmly press my back and buttocks to stick his body against mine. Our breasts crash against each other, our bellies touch each other, our senses ignite.
She stops kissing me, plants her gaze in mine, always her big smile on her lips and says:
"Will you let me do it?
- Yes of course.
- Uh ... Are you sure? "
It's Fred who just answered. It is definitely predicting an uncontrollable sequel but I am so curious and heated that I can not resist.
