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Pamela Spice - Overview

• Publicado por Tuyet Mooring 24 de janeiro de 2015 - Arquivado em Arte & Cultura - #free hd **** pics  #hot sex girl  #young libertines  - 31 visualizações
  (Note: this is a continuing story from my previous post, please feel free to read it for continuity here http://redd.it/2fsfxi I hope you enjoy it!)
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  "I’ll try anything once, twice if I like it, three times to make sure."
  There’s nothing wrong with experimenting – actually, I’ve started to encourage it: as often as possible, with whomever you desire… Fuck moral boundaries and prejudiced principles! If in that moment it feels good and if you’ve taken all the right measurements (safety first) just go for it. Why should archaic moralities dictate how I spend my free time and who gets a pass to taste my goodies? Why should sleeping with a guy on a first date make me a slut? I doesn’t and it most certainly shouldn’t.
  The only things we end up regretting are the ones we didn’t do. Instead of worrying about unnecessary implications, I’ll go ahead and do as I want and whoever I want. So far it’s only brought me extreme pleasure, memorable adventures and a fresh definition of the word "fun". My date with the dreamy American guy was going ridiculously exciting; in less than two hours he managed to make my wildest adventures so far look like nursery rhymes. He was exciting, passionate and the perfect mix of rough and gentle. His touch was as soft as a feather on my skin, and yet his kisses were as fierce as wildfire. One thing was certain – every interaction with him made me burn up with desire, wishing to destroy any last timidity in my body and ignite the hidden passion I had deep within me.
  As we stood in that busy terrace, his hand tucked between my thighs and the other firmly placed on my curvaceous bum, I was grasping for each breath of air between my faint moans of excitement. My hands were involuntarily doing their own bidding; I was no longer in control – my pleasure centre had taken over. I could feel his very prominent bulge in my hand, pulsating as the blood rushed through every capillary of his joyful extremity; my other arm was tightly holding on to him, as if to make sure he won’t walk away and leave me yearning for a climaxing conclusion.
  "Let’s move on to our next destination" he tightly said after pressing his lips against mine. "O-ok." I managed to mutter. Thinking that he meant his place, I could feel myself getting electrifyingly wet – I couldn’t remember the last time I wanted anyone so badly. While letting go of his embrace, I bit my lower lip in anticipation; I could taste his delightfully sweet scent on my lips and that only made me want him more. He took a few steps back and gave me a subtle glance as to follow him. I pulled my dress down a bit in an attempt to mask the lustful exchange of touches and started walking towards him. Armed with the most seductive smile I’d seen, he extended me his hand, indicating I should damn well make it known I was his that night.
  To get out on the street we needed to cross the busiest point of that terrace, and neither of us was shy about it. As we were waltzing through all those people, I could feel many curious eyes upon us; I realised we probably looked great together – my sumptuous silhouette perfectly complemented his tall, athletic figure. The women were devouring him with their eyes, and probably wishing I’d break a hip. All that attention made me feel amazing, and most surprisingly, turned me on even more.
  We soon found ourselves in a curiously remote area of Mayfair, and as we passed through a sort of gated residential complex, my devilish companion pulled me to a little alley in between the blocks. "You loved that attention, didn’t you baby?" Without even waiting for an answer he continued: "I want to push your limits, see if we can top your craziest fantasies." My heart was on the verge of exploding as he pushed me hard against the wall, lifted up my dress and lowered himself enough so he can kiss my inner thighs. His lips were lavishly moving closer and closer to my honey-pot… My pussy was pulsating with excitement as he went closer to it. I closed my eyes for a second and as I was almost in agony from wanting him so badly, he got up and kissed me, pushing his tongue deep inside my mouth.
  "Let’s keep going. I want to play with you all over London." he said, followed by a sneaky laughter. "You crazy Yankee, you’ll get us arrested!" I replied. But he didn’t seem to give the slightest fuck if we were to get into trouble; that to me was the sexiest quality I was yet to discover in him. As we were walking on that cobble stone alley, he asked me what the craziest thing I’ve ever done was. "Uhmm… Probably when I had sex in a speeding car; we barely avoided hitting a tree as he couldn’t see a thing with me on top of him. But it was worth it– I fucking loved it!" He was pleasantly surprised and pulled me into his arms, squeezing my bum as hard as he could.
  In the middle of that very tense moment, I asked him: "You know what would be really hot?" "What?" he replied. "If you’d let me play with you too." "In the middle of the street?… You’re a fast learner; I’m liking you more and more!" he said.
  My body was still pressed against his, concealing the explicit actions that the pair of us had no guilt about. I slipped my hand into his trousers, reaching for that juicy cock and salivating at the idea of tasting him. Reaching further down, I grabbed his balls softly and massaged them with the palm of my hand. I wanted to feel him get harder in my hand, so I placed it around his cock and started stroking him. There was this primal, almost animalistic look on his face as he grew more and more excited, and with a deep voice he said: "Oh, little girl. You’re gonna get fucked really hard tonight." and that was exactly what I wanted to hear.
  I took my hand out of his disturbingly alluring boxers and added: "Is that so?"… While looking him straight in the eyes, I licked my index finger with an almost schoolgirl-ish flair and then kissed him, biting his lower lip with thirst: "I certainly hope so." We continued our erotic journey through the dimly lit streets of London, and I couldn’t help but notice that this guy had a charming personality as well; somehow the antithesis between his flamboyant sexual style and his genuinely dynamic character intrigued the hell out of me. In my mind he appeared to be a hybrid cross-species between Dorian Gray and Jay Gatsby – and I’ve always had a thing for both. I was completely lost in my own thoughts of high anticipation, when we stopped in front of a seemingly posh-looking bar. "Let’s go in for a drink" he told me. I nodded yes and we were soon sitting on high leather chairs at a crystal bar.
  We both started chatting to the bartender, inquiring about house special cocktails, when I felt him place his hand on my leg. Nothing out of the ordinary I thought; we’ve been groping each other all evening anyway. Then he started moving closer and closer to my most erogenous area, making me lose focus each word at a time. I looked at him and noticed he never broke eye contact with the bartender; he was chatting away and touching me at the same time – fuck that was so hot. I put my leg in his lap so he could reach further under my dress… My breathing was intensifying; I was on the verge of jumping up and ride him in that very spot – I couldn’t care less that we were surrounded by people.
  I was so absorbed by him that I didn’t even notice the two women who took a seat right next to us. Aware of everything around him, he saw them immediately, leaned in close to me and whispered "Let’s see how ballsy you are; chat them up". I usually hate being commanded what to do, but I was completely under his spell. Without over-thinking it, I turned around and introduced myself. They were out celebrating and invited us to join them. Both were much older than me, but extremely attractive – I fancied them. We began gulping down shot after shot, cocktails, champagne – you name it. Soon I realised I was a bit over my limit; I was rather intoxicated. And guess what? I didn’t give a rat’s arse; it was the best fun I’d had in ages. We all started talking about sex, fun and life in the big city – the two cheeky ladies were cheering for us to kiss and touch each other, and so we did. There’s a little gap in my thoughts for what happened next; I remember bits and pieces, like flashes from a broken film. What I recall next is that we were on the street again, trying to walk somewhere; he was holding my high heels and I was holding him – gosh we were so wasted! The next thing I knew is that we got to a house and he was trying to find his key. We got in and started undressing ourselves from the lobby as if dream kelly we had one hour to live and sex was the last thing we got to do.
  Keep in mind that my recollections from that point on are still a bit fragmented; so just like that we were in the shower. My hair was wet and my face pressed against the glass cabin door; he was behind me sensually touching my body all over. "Please fuck me, I want you so bad" I said while barely managing to breathe. "Not until you beg for it baby" he told me… And I wasn’t far from it; I needed his thick deep inside me. Every living cell in my body was craving for him to enter me. He gently parted my buttocks and then started rubbing my pussy from behind. I tried to turn around, but he wouldn’t let me. I eventually gave in and let him play with me as he desired; I was entirely his. He then placed his arm around my neck, restricting my breath a little and stuck his finger inside me. I let out a deep moan as he was fingering me and whispering in my ear: "You like that, don’t you? Will you be my little slut tonight?" Somehow what he said made my entire body get taken over by subtle, yet powerful chills and I said "Yes, I’m your slut tonight." Hearing that, he got really turned on; his cock grew harder and was brushing against my bum. He gently took out his fingers from inside me and pushed his cock between my legs, rubbing it on my clit. I started touching my breasts and playing with my nipples as he told me to suck his finger: "Taste yourself baby, you’re so sweet". In the heat of the moment, he bit my back and I felt paralysed with pain and pleasure at the same time.
  I felt a rush of ecstasy go through every inch of my body and managed to free myself from his embrace, turning around to face him. I kissed him so hard that I burst my own lip, tasting a faint string of blood on the tip of my tongue. I started tracing the contour of his body with my lips, going from his neck, to his collar bone, to his chest, going lower to his abs and bellybutton… and finally reaching his pelvic area. I was sensually kissing him all around his cock, making him wince as I got closer to it. I lifted his thick up so I could kiss his balls, and then working my way up – licking from the base to the tip of his cock. As I looked up I could see him in a trance-like state; he caught me looking at him and that’s when I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock, slowly tasting him, without breaking eye contact. His scent was indescribably sweet, making me want to take him deeper inside my mouth. The water was falling on top of me like a glorious cascade and for a second I felt like I entered a different realm; we were completely disconnected from reality – the two of us were the only people left in the world. He put his hand in my hair and was slowly dictating my movements as I was making love with my mouth to that gorgeous cock of his. When I knew he was ready to take me, I got up and told him: "Please fuck me."
  He obliged, took my hand and led me to his bed. He roughly pushed me on those silk sheets and climbed on top of my wet body; drops of water were dripping from his body onto hot sex pic mine, making me shiver with each droplet. I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed him between my thighs, inciting him to make me his. His cock was as stiff as a rock, and he was pressing it against my pussy, mimicking thrusting inside me. I decided I just couldn’t take it anymore and with surreal strength I managed to push him off me, and then climbed on top of him, holding his arms down. I noticed the condoms on the nightstand, so I reached for one, ripped the packaging with my teeth and put that strawberry rubber on my lips. Lowering myself enough to touch his stiff, I placed my mouth on it and gently rolled the condom down onto his cock, then played with my tongue on his tip for a little while.
  Lifting my hips, I positioned myself directly above his cock, took it in my hand and slowly pushed him inside me. He was so stiff at that moment that even though my pussy was dripping wet, I still struggled to get all of him inside me. Leaning in to kiss him, I started bouncing my juicy bum on him; our wet bodies were making a divine sound as they touched, chanting one of the sexiest tunes I have ever heard. It felt amazing to have him so deep inside me; all that foreplay and teasing was finally paying off. My clit was brushing against him as his cock was thrusting its tip inside me, making my muscles clench with pleasure. He placed his hands on my thighs, squeezing them hard as I was riding him as I desired. I then told him I want to taste myself on his cock, so I dived once more to his yummy dick and sucked my juices off it.
  After I licked it clean, he climbed on top of me, put my legs on his shoulders and suddenly pushed all of his cock inside me. I felt this sharp pain, which mysteriously gave me a lot of pleasure. He then took it out and pushed it in again; in this position he could get all of him inside me, every single inch… I relished in the utter delirium his cock was inducing me in. "Who’s my little slut?" he asked me. "I am. I love feeling your cock inside me" – I said, as he placed his hand around my neck, squeezing hard, but gentle at the same time. I closed my eyes and let myself be carried away with the thrill. "Look at me!" he suddenly yelled – "I want you to see me enjoy myself while fucking you." He enjoyed controlling me, and for the first time in my life – I enjoyed being controlled.
  As I lowered my legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him closer to me, I put both my hands around his neck and asked him "You love fucking my tight pussy don’t you? You like fucking your little slut?!" Seeing me act so unbridled made him catch on fire; he started pounding my pussy as hard as he could, making me scream with pleasure. "Yes!" he said -"I love fucking you; you’re all mine!" As I opened my lips to let out a gripping moan of pleasure, he spit on my lips as if to mark what’s his; he then pressed his lips so hard against mine that I felt my lip burst even more – I loved every second of it!
  My nails were deepening into his back as the bed rocked as if it was possessed; and in a way it was – for he was my devil, fucking me out of this existence. My pussy started pulsating and contracting around his cock, and as I started to shiver with euphoria, I felt it explode all over his thick. As my body was uncontrollably having spasm after spasm, he started thrusting faster and faster, until he came only a few moments after me. He then collapsed on top of me, trying to catch his breath, as I was still in outer space from that ridiculous orgasm I just had. After a few minutes, he gently took himself out, and lay next to me, wrapping his strong arms around me. "Holy fuck! I’m not sure if I’m still drunk or my head is spinning from cumming so hard." he eventually managed to say. I giggled and kissed him, still unable to talk too much after the mind-blowing sex we just had.
  As we were falling asleep, I tried to turn around, but yet again he insisted on controlling me: "Come back here, I wanna cuddle you baby." I let him hold me tightly in his embrace, as we both drifted off into a deep sleep. After what seemed like an eternity asleep, I was awakened by a sharp and annoying beeping, and without realising it, I was throwing my pillow its way; before I could blink, I heard laughter and remembered I wasn’t at home. I turned around and was greeted by the warmest kiss, followed by a "Good morning gorgeous!" We laughed about the alarm clock scene and I figured we’d get up as we both needed to get to work. Except… Yes, you’ve guessed it – he wouldn’t let me.
  He started playing with my breasts and erotically kissing me, while I was reaching for his dragon, which to no surprise – was awake. I started playing with it and pushed myself closer to him, stroking it right next to my snowflake. My little crystal started melting away each stroke at a time, getting intensely wet; he slid his hand on my clit and started massaging it in a circular motion, making me moan gently into his ear. He then got up and pulled me up with him as well; I knew what he wanted, so I knelt down, opened up my mouth and gave his cock a nice, juicy lick. Pressing my lips against it, I started making little swirls with my tongue on the tip of his thick, imitating the movements he performed on me a few seconds back. Then I decided to be adventurous: I opened up my lips further more and pushed his cock deep inside my mouth; my nose was touching his skin at that point, as I was deep-throating that yummy lollipop. Beginning to gag, I quickly took him out, but continued to suck it really good.
  He lifted me up and tossed me on the bed like I was a ragdoll, placing me at the edge of the mattress, head a little upside-down. He then got on top of my face and lowered his cock inside my mouth, pushing the tip against my tongue as he pleased. Holding my hands down so I’d have no control, he deepened himself more and more inside my throat, making room for his extremely stiff cock in my tiny mouth. He was pushing me to break my limits, just like he said earlier that night, but somehow, in an absurdly twisted way I didn’t mind it.
  Lifting himself up, he put a condom on, and then got on top of my body. He positioned my legs in a lotus position – crossed against his chest, and grimly pushed his cock inside me. As my hips were lifted in the air, again, I could feel him to his full extent; he was working up my insides so well that I felt I was going crazy. As I dropped my legs from his chest, he leaned in and kissed me; he put his hand on my collar bone and then suddenly slapped me across my face. He was fucking me so hard and deep that the sheer brutality only turned me on more. As a reply, I raised my hand and hit him as hard as I could, while moaning and screaming: "Fuck me harder!" That made him go abso-fucking-lutely wild, hitting my pussy so hard that I could feel the skin on my inner thighs get bruised from the impact. Thrust after thrust, the sex would only get more intense, making my entire body shatter into million pieces of frenzy. I started shaking uncontrollably, and had an out-of-this-world double orgasm; my toes were clenched, my nails were harshly scratching his back until he began to bleed, and my voice simply faded from all the excitement. After I came, he took his rubber off and started stroking his cock on top of me, wanting to cover me in his spumescent seed. "Cum on my belly, baby! Cum on your little slut!" I said, while biting my lower lip and touching myself for him. As soon as he heard me say that he begun stroking harder and groaning with pleasure, and a few seconds later, he exploded all over me. It felt so hot touching my skin, like he had just smeared drops of warm whipped cream on top of me. He lay on the bed next to me, catching our breaths, looked at me and said: "You’re a naughty one, you’re killing me."
  We both got up and took a shower quickly; we looked as if we’d just come from war: I was bruised all over my thighs and bum, burst lip, sore vagina and he appeared to have barely escaped from a lioness’ cage with all those scratches on his back. After I looked for my clothes all over the house, I got dressed and he walked me to the door: "That was really fun babe. We need to do it again soon." to which I added: "Sure, after my bruises heal" followed by a cheeky smile.
  Walking down the street I realised that I fucking love sex; I relish it. It is indeed one of the cheapest pleasures for a human being, but also probably one of the best. I’ve only started realising how amazing it can be, and although I should have been doing the , I had none; I had absolutely no shame – my head was held high, right up there with my newly-acquired appreciation of good quality sex.
  
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