So there we were, in the living room, kissing. His hands started travelling all over my naked body: from the lips and then moving on to my neck...his fingers sat there for a while, caressing it. I can still remember that big room with just the right amount of furniture(for a man). The only lights we had were the candles on the floor. The music was playing on the background, some mixes of music...there were 2 songs that I still remember(for some reason, when I memorize the lyrics of a song, I will remember them for years and years - it is an irony because my "singing" voice sounds pretty much like the a donkey is being pulled by its tail). That was the first time I "felt" the music. Every beat of the music, every single sound was entering my body as his hands started touching my breasts. I wanted to get lost in that moment. I just closed my eyes and focused on all those new sensations I was having. I couldn't move, I just sat there(when I look back on that moment, I realize that I was actually being selfish). Then, as his hands got all the way down to my pussy, I started getting really nervous..he noticed that I was dry so he just went down and started licking me. The moment his lips touched my clit, my eyes suddenly opened and I realized that he was good at what he was doing there. I looked at him, but I was feeling somehow shy, I felt embarassed to make eye contact with him as he was licking me. Oh, but I was curious, so curious about him...he came back up to me and whisperred in my ear:
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The rest tomorrow. Or the next day...hihihi