The photographer at the weeding (true Story)

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The photographer at the weeding (true Story)It was a few years ago, a friend of mine invited me to his weeding in San Francisco.it was a sunny Californian afternoon, near the sea and in a beautiful big house.I went with my wife, who by the time this story happened she was dancing with my friend.I said to her that I need to go to the loo. it was more to see what was around that a natural emergencyearlier, I had noticed the weeding photographer, she was a very hot lady, in his middle 50’s, short blondish hair, long skinny legs and wonderful middle size breast under a silk yellow shirt. For some reason she turned me on. She smiled at me a couple of times while she was trying to immortalized a moment with her camera.Anyway, to the loo I went, but instead of going to the main house toilette I went to the one just behind the kitchen.there were a few people preparing the catering in the kitchen, I passed by, said hi and went through a narrow corridor where there was a a bedroom and a toilette.While I was bursa escort in the toilette I suddenly felt my cock getting hard and found myself thinking about the blonde photographer, I couldn’thelp but giving myself some jerks and it felt good, I could have cum but I felt I was just warming up.As I was leaving the loo, opened the door and just trying to come in was the photographer, who smiled again at me when she saw me.”oh here you are” she saidI smiled at her and said “were you looking for me?”there was a very short odd silence and then she said “well, depends” and smiled again.I thought of that comment as a hint, and my cock went full hard pushing my trouser, as if a monster was about to show up.then I added, “well, I would have loved that you told me that you were looking for me”, she blushed a bit to my comment and I let her pass to the loo.but before she closed the door, something came, as if I had to do something now or never.then I said “wait!!”, she hold the door open and was waiting bursa escort bayan for me to say something… I couldn’t for a while….then I managed to say smiling “would you like me to come in with you?”,she started to laugh and gave a look through the corridor to the kitchen, no one was there, “you mean, I’m sorry…you mean to the toilette with me?” she said”yes” I replied, “well it sounds a bit odd you know”, then I said ” but not for what you think”, “oh I see” she said” and she gave me the hottest smile I’ve ever seen,then in a purely impulsive act I kissed her and took her inside the toilette, with my left arm I closed and locked the door, she tried to said “you think…” but she couldn’t finish the sentenceand she kissed me so passionately that my cock was about to explode already, she noticed that and grabbed it, then with my right hand unbuttoned her shirt and managed to pop out her breast out of her bra,while my left hand went down to her pussy, zipped down, buttons off and the escort bursa paradise of wetness was at full, she was so wet!! at this point she’d managed to bring my cock out of my trousers. then she said “fuck me!!” so I put down my pants, she bend down, gave me her beautiful ass which I kissed and bite tenderly and then she help me to put my cock in her wet pussy.her moaning was turning me crazy, “harder, harder, fuck me harder” she said ” you are going to make me cum very soon ” oh that’s what I want” she said and added “I want your cum om my tits”her fingers were touching my balls and I could feel my cock getting ready to explode, I was fingering her and she was about to cum too, “I’m coming” I said and then she turned, went down to her knees, offered me her tits and said “give it to me, on my tits, I want it all”and she stroke my cock, moaning while she was fingering her pussy and as she gave a silence scream as she was cuming I came all over her tits…..”fuck” she said ” I needed that since the moment I’ve seen you coming to the weeding, I was so wet by you” I was trying to come back to normal though my cock was still very hard, the only thing I could say was ” what about another fuck?”….but that’s another story.

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