Barbara and Marco
contact with Marco, he of the couple from Milan who had replied to me, a chance to know presupponevava once defined the specific modalities of the meeting that they wanted to organize. The wife, send me the pictures of him, was a striking beauty , recently had fantasies of submission and he, very skilled photographer, who loved to take it while masturbating or performing with other partners, wanted to please her in this new passion. He was a husband of a limitless imagination and exchanged dozens of emails for studying how to meet together, making it appear to you all as random. Finally, Mark asked me the script and the atmosphere of a meeting which would be the course director. I went to the appointment very excited and curious because everything worked on the assumption was in the hands of Barbara, I loved it. Marco was optimistic, my physical age and joined his instructions were drawn to his wife. I was early because I wanted to do an inspection on the spot where I found them, Piazza del Duomo in Bergamo Alta. We were in September and many passers-by and tourists still animated the area but was nearly midnight. I went back to the car park where they should necessarily leave the car and I saw them arrive on the blue Mercedes that I had seen in a photo sent to me, where she was leaning to the naked trunk. Punctual as Cinderella found her intent to shoot her husband on the stairs of the church, with equipment that could not pass unnoticed, two Nikon, countless objectives, illuminators and servoflash. She was more beautiful than in photos, a thick blond hair Cut to black clothing, I was just disappointed to see it with my pants, I expected that presented itself in a skirt and garter belt that would have facilitated his getting involved in exhibitionism, as in the directed by Marco. I passed them slowly, staring into his eyes, I noticed on my second pass and returned the exchange of glances. Many passersby stopped to look around because it seemed truly a professional photo shoot. On my third pass I saw them no more were missing and I immediately thought that the game had gone ahead, but I rang the phone for a message, Marco was: "We are behind the Cathedral." Moving un'pò fatigue in the labyrinth of alleys they found a small square in old and very pretty with a wash made of stone, a porch, the gardens, a setting well suited to take great pictures. Also the place was isolated and passed a few onlookers. I, for one. I climbed a narrow road that led into the square and slowed down to look, then leaned against a railing as if it were natural to watch the scene. He was taking the time and she changed poses with incredible ease, suddenly slipped off the black sweater and stood for a few pics topless. Beautiful breasts that could belong to a twenty year old girl. He covered only with a clear coat and continued to be filmed, looking at me and smiled, then came up and holding out his hand he asked me if I could join him for some shots. With not a little embarrassed, having always hated me back in the picture, I did drive that set up and adjust as she wanted. He sat behind me, hugging and putting his hands on my chest above the white sweater black, yeah, well I was dressed in black, waterproof trousers, golf and was not wearing panties, as I had asked Mark. Barbara slipped her hands under the fabric and I stroked, then down on his belly, creeping into his pants and reaching my sex that he could not hide the 'excitement, rubbing her bare breasts on my back. Mark was taking a Saving Silverman and motioned us to change position, I got behind her and caresses her breasts restituii and feces feel my excitement. When my hand came down over the waistband of his pants and stood in the slip found a sex completely shaved and soaked in a pleasant mood, stroked until he kissed me and said "no, please, so I'll be right" . I did get off the flash and the lens of Mark offered a glimpse of panties blacks. Dismantled the set decided to return to the Piazza del Duomo, in the columns, was the one and only a few passers-by were, made me lay with his back against a column and knelt in front of me, after a few clicks art, drew my sex and cover a bit 'at the sight of those who journeyed, he did disappear in the mouth, and pulled the hair with strength to stop her, on the contrary, even more excited for that little violence, jumped up and leaned against the marble with bare breasts and lifted her arms and hands to a large ring of iron. I understood immediately what he wanted and parade the belt of her coat, used it to tie her wrists to the ring, trembling and panting when I reached my hand with his sex he asked me to make her come. Instead, my fingers stopped a moment before calling for pleasure, squeezing a nipple to feel the pain and offering it to contract for the sweet pain that causes an orgasm denied and sent back. I repeated this little torture several times, until I heard her begging for me to loose and allow it to touch, only then lowered his pants and penetrated from behind standing still inside her, forcing her to orgasm just by contracting the muscles of his sex. Marco, who had approached photographing the face of Barbara taken up by a grimace of pleasure offered to move in safe places. I got into the car with them and within minutes we reached a lookout point between the ancient walls, completely isolated and deserted, because now it was past two. Marco reloaded the F4 but not used, stood watching Barbara, left with only shoes and stockings masturbating supported to a wall, the hands and froze still tied behind his back, pushing it with the belt to bend the backing within the marble balustrade and open your legs. The well penetrated, violently grabbing her breasts and causing her endless orgasms until he decided to tell me almost shouting: "after hours", so I came unprepared, hearing her complain about the pain and pleasure, while Mark was lying the ground beneath her, kissing sex, masturbating. Barbara was shaken by continuous orgasms that ringed seamlessly, sometimes whispered, "enough" but if she had alluded to stop asking us to continue.
Mark and I were now in a condition, normal if we were drunk or smoked, but we were not, that we could no longer come. Perhaps both were expecting something that Barbara had to be done to make us reach another peak of excitement and finally orgasm. Barbara asked us to stop immediately because he had to pee.
tried to move behind a bush, but when forced to stay there and do it in front of us, it seemed even more excited. While standing leaned against the wall, open your legs, bending slightly and let the liquid fall. As if we had agreed Marco and I stood before her, asked her to masturbate with one voice right away. He did so immediately, bathing hands, socks, taking still enjoying and wondering with a hoarse voice. "Come, now please, VENITEM him ..." It was a liberating orgasm, we emptied the sexes and the mind. Barbara rubbed on the body, our liquid that had reached everywhere .... while the morning light illuminated the valley below us.
contact with Marco, he of the couple from Milan who had replied to me, a chance to know presupponevava once defined the specific modalities of the meeting that they wanted to organize. The wife, send me the pictures of him, was a striking beauty , recently had fantasies of submission and he, very skilled photographer, who loved to take it while masturbating or performing with other partners, wanted to please her in this new passion. He was a husband of a limitless imagination and exchanged dozens of emails for studying how to meet together, making it appear to you all as random. Finally, Mark asked me the script and the atmosphere of a meeting which would be the course director. I went to the appointment very excited and curious because everything worked on the assumption was in the hands of Barbara, I loved it. Marco was optimistic, my physical age and joined his instructions were drawn to his wife. I was early because I wanted to do an inspection on the spot where I found them, Piazza del Duomo in Bergamo Alta. We were in September and many passers-by and tourists still animated the area but was nearly midnight. I went back to the car park where they should necessarily leave the car and I saw them arrive on the blue Mercedes that I had seen in a photo sent to me, where she was leaning to the naked trunk. Punctual as Cinderella found her intent to shoot her husband on the stairs of the church, with equipment that could not pass unnoticed, two Nikon, countless objectives, illuminators and servoflash. She was more beautiful than in photos, a thick blond hair Cut to black clothing, I was just disappointed to see it with my pants, I expected that presented itself in a skirt and garter belt that would have facilitated his getting involved in exhibitionism, as in the directed by Marco. I passed them slowly, staring into his eyes, I noticed on my second pass and returned the exchange of glances. Many passersby stopped to look around because it seemed truly a professional photo shoot. On my third pass I saw them no more were missing and I immediately thought that the game had gone ahead, but I rang the phone for a message, Marco was: "We are behind the Cathedral." Moving un'pò fatigue in the labyrinth of alleys they found a small square in old and very pretty with a wash made of stone, a porch, the gardens, a setting well suited to take great pictures. Also the place was isolated and passed a few onlookers. I, for one. I climbed a narrow road that led into the square and slowed down to look, then leaned against a railing as if it were natural to watch the scene. He was taking the time and she changed poses with incredible ease, suddenly slipped off the black sweater and stood for a few pics topless. Beautiful breasts that could belong to a twenty year old girl. He covered only with a clear coat and continued to be filmed, looking at me and smiled, then came up and holding out his hand he asked me if I could join him for some shots. With not a little embarrassed, having always hated me back in the picture, I did drive that set up and adjust as she wanted. He sat behind me, hugging and putting his hands on my chest above the white sweater black, yeah, well I was dressed in black, waterproof trousers, golf and was not wearing panties, as I had asked Mark. Barbara slipped her hands under the fabric and I stroked, then down on his belly, creeping into his pants and reaching my sex that he could not hide the 'excitement, rubbing her bare breasts on my back. Mark was taking a Saving Silverman and motioned us to change position, I got behind her and caresses her breasts restituii and feces feel my excitement. When my hand came down over the waistband of his pants and stood in the slip found a sex completely shaved and soaked in a pleasant mood, stroked until he kissed me and said "no, please, so I'll be right" . I did get off the flash and the lens of Mark offered a glimpse of panties blacks. Dismantled the set decided to return to the Piazza del Duomo, in the columns, was the one and only a few passers-by were, made me lay with his back against a column and knelt in front of me, after a few clicks art, drew my sex and cover a bit 'at the sight of those who journeyed, he did disappear in the mouth, and pulled the hair with strength to stop her, on the contrary, even more excited for that little violence, jumped up and leaned against the marble with bare breasts and lifted her arms and hands to a large ring of iron. I understood immediately what he wanted and parade the belt of her coat, used it to tie her wrists to the ring, trembling and panting when I reached my hand with his sex he asked me to make her come. Instead, my fingers stopped a moment before calling for pleasure, squeezing a nipple to feel the pain and offering it to contract for the sweet pain that causes an orgasm denied and sent back. I repeated this little torture several times, until I heard her begging for me to loose and allow it to touch, only then lowered his pants and penetrated from behind standing still inside her, forcing her to orgasm just by contracting the muscles of his sex. Marco, who had approached photographing the face of Barbara taken up by a grimace of pleasure offered to move in safe places. I got into the car with them and within minutes we reached a lookout point between the ancient walls, completely isolated and deserted, because now it was past two. Marco reloaded the F4 but not used, stood watching Barbara, left with only shoes and stockings masturbating supported to a wall, the hands and froze still tied behind his back, pushing it with the belt to bend the backing within the marble balustrade and open your legs. The well penetrated, violently grabbing her breasts and causing her endless orgasms until he decided to tell me almost shouting: "after hours", so I came unprepared, hearing her complain about the pain and pleasure, while Mark was lying the ground beneath her, kissing sex, masturbating. Barbara was shaken by continuous orgasms that ringed seamlessly, sometimes whispered, "enough" but if she had alluded to stop asking us to continue.
Mark and I were now in a condition, normal if we were drunk or smoked, but we were not, that we could no longer come. Perhaps both were expecting something that Barbara had to be done to make us reach another peak of excitement and finally orgasm. Barbara asked us to stop immediately because he had to pee.
tried to move behind a bush, but when forced to stay there and do it in front of us, it seemed even more excited. While standing leaned against the wall, open your legs, bending slightly and let the liquid fall. As if we had agreed Marco and I stood before her, asked her to masturbate with one voice right away. He did so immediately, bathing hands, socks, taking still enjoying and wondering with a hoarse voice. "Come, now please, VENITEM him ..." It was a liberating orgasm, we emptied the sexes and the mind. Barbara rubbed on the body, our liquid that had reached everywhere .... while the morning light illuminated the valley below us.
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