Prese a scuotere la testa, divertito:
- Never challenge a demon Miss Hottie. . . might regret -
- Oh. . . can not wait! - Squeaks by keeping a distance.
was there, sitting on the edge of the bed, wet hair, a white terry towel around her waist It was my beautiful greek god, and he was right there in front of me, exciting, provocative with his crooked smile to illuminate the face:
- You will beg for mercy. . - Sounded like a threat.
- Brr. . . . How frightening! - Cheerful in tone.
Those taking two emeralds lit to burn with fire. I saw him get up, slide down the canvas in a second, I was standing there to watch the body nude, perfect, high and firm those buttocks, round, its full member. I remembered I had never seen him completely flaccid, and smiles unconsciously, because although was hard to believe Edward Cullen boasted that he had a sexual readiness comparisons.
He walked around the room, looking for something
- If you're looking boxers are in the kitchen, but I do not think they are usable! -
He looked amused, standing in back:
- We'll do without. . . it will be easier - putting on his pants.
I saw him squeeze his genitals with extreme skill by forcing the buttoning. . . vacuum swallowed, watching her draw so full. While a crooked smile revived again that perfect face.
- Where do we go? - I asked curiously.
- Usual spin? - I smiled.
seemed to have spent a lifetime since our last walk in the center. Unforgettable moments that have become a habit which we both felt the lack in those days full of anxiety.
I opened the closet looking for something to put in: I pulled out the classic white slip, belonging to my old and dated subject of underwear, jeans and a sweater. I was going to wear them when I saw an expression of annoyance on his face:
- You're probably trying to escape your fate? - sardonic.
Sbuffai rejecting it in the closet.
came up:
- Can I? - The provocative tone while rummaging in the cupboard.
I nodded, putting her arms folded, waiting, with a sort of pout on his face.
- This will be just fine - took out the dress a dark blue background with flowers bought in Paris, worn at the dinner by Alice. I stared at him, while the memories assailed my mind: loneliness, anxiety , those notes sweet tune on the piano, running down the stairs. . . his troubled eyes. . . abundant tears streaming down my face.
I can not love you Isabella. . .
- What is it? - Looking for a contact with my own eyes:
- Ricordi. . . - sussurrai con un filo di voce.
- Quella sera non avrei mai immaginato di arrivare fin qui -
Posai il mio viso sul suo petto, mi strinse in un abbraccio dolcissimo:
-Mi hai spezzato il cuore. . . -
- Lo so. . . ho cercato di starti lontana, ho violentato la mia anima in ogni modo. . . finchè non sono sceso in strada e ho iniziato a camminare. . . . fino a te -
lifted her face, strange
- You. . . you knew that I was Alice from that night? -
smiled softly
- Yeah I could not resist. could not remove the memory of you from my head, you were an obsession, a torment. . . -
- Why have you sought, if he hurt me that way. . .? -
- I was afraid of you, Isabella. Perceived danger, and shrunk. . . but at the same time I was attracted to, I could not understand why. All I wanted was to be near you, feel your scent, your voice. . . the warmth of your body. . . -
I hugged him, rubbing my face on his chest:
- I love you my love. . . to die -
- I was already crazy about you - she whispered in my ear.
I put my lips on her, gently, in a kiss full of love. I moved away, removing it from the hands the dress, I leaned on the bed, grabbing the white slip anonymous. Undid the belt of a bathrobe, trying to cover his view, self-conscious and get a foot, then the other. I was locked in his eyes sardonically, as he shook his head annoyed. I threw them away, instantly. I pulled out the wool socks stockings, slipped on his boots, his coat.
I saw him wearing the shirt, jacket ... and within seconds we were on the road, headed for the subway.
few minutes and reached the center, walking lungo il marciapiede fino ad arrivare al carretto degli hot dog.
- Ne vuoi?-
- Uh. . mangerò dal tuo. . . ma preferisco quello grande - indicando un wurstel enorme accanto a quelli più piccoli.
Mi guardò sorpreso, per poi sorridere, scuotendo la testa:
- Un big con ketchup e chili. . . e una pepsi -
An arm around the neck, from which dangled coca, the other hand to hold the hot dog:
- Please. . . it's all yours! - Bringing it closer to my lips.
stuck my tongue at the center, touching the hot dogs sensually throughout its length, picking up some ketchup that flowed outside.
- Uhm. . . delicious - the low tone and sensual.
I saw those two emeralds look at me wide open and then burn with fire alive, swallowed and satisfied, enjoying the gesture just shown.
- Do not provoke me. . . -
grabbed the hot dog pulling off the huge hot dogs, I began to lick it again, it lengthwise, and then sucked up a flap between his lips.
- Uhm. . . I must say it still more delicious without the bun. . . - Provocai.
I saw the curious look passers-by, walking embraced him, with that sausage in his hands. . . I did not care. . . was only catalysed my attention.
- You're risking big Miss Hottie - parted lips, shortness of breath, his voice hoarse, deep in my ear.
- Uhm. . . - It bites the top, at a glacial pace, and then chew it with gusto.
a while and I found myself drawn into a narrow alley, dimly lit, and overturned boxes of pipe smoking, the back against the wall:
- Have you asked for it! - Roared.
His hand between my legs slightly apart:
- Oh. . . - a sudden groan, while moving fluid on my mood.
- Christ. . . are already so wet! - Swore terribly excited.
I saw his hands rise up, sit on both edges of my dress, a motion lightning, dry or removed the buttoning, letting my breasts were discovered completely:
- Oh. . - Taken by force to moan, enjoying the contact with the cold air, my nipples already extremely turgid.
I saw his lips to land on the left, to enclose it with getting back into the decision. . . and then suddenly release it, built out of all proportion.
- Oh. . . Watch Isabella. . . Christ! 's so damn long ! -
I cried when the other underwent the same treatment, finding both of those throbbing erections, in the grip of her lips, her warm tongue and then soar free in the frosty air.
I clawed the sides, forcing me to turn around, attracting basin.
Excited beyond measure, I was waiting to feel it within me. . . to enjoy him, of his touch. I heard him fumble with the buttoning jeans, for a moment and I heard him come in part, to squeeze his penis at the entrance, and then advancing press on that spot inside of me, pushed delicate became more and more decisive, always there, exhausting, and shock of pleasure began to radiate throughout the basin, a strong urge to urinate, very close to the limit, not caring who was screaming we could hear. Until I heard him go out suddenly, an instant-ending. . . and was again within me, at the tip, still there, to squeeze hard, pushing, turning:
- Oh god. . . I can not resist. . -
- will infinite Isabella. . . - A guttural sound, excited about my ear, and I felt heavy breathing in my hair.
- Oooh! -
still poised on the edge, slipped away from me again, my mind totally undone, I felt only the pleasure invade every fiber of my body, a great pleasure that radiated to around the stomach from the stomach and pelvis. . . I heard him come back. . . still there, at that point. . . a final push, I heard him deeply. . . and I found myself immersed in a sea of \u200b\u200bendless pleasure, a myriad of contractions as strong as I felt every time, but light, constant, continuous, showing no signs of stopping, to shrink. . . gasping in the throes of those indescribable sensations, an orgasm so intense and long, so different from usual. . . so unexpected. . . wonderfully satisfying.
My hands on the wall, breathing hard still shaken by spasms, with no sign to stop. . . while felt his stomach burn like a fire swept away by unmanageable.
slipped away from me. . . in a moment he straightened his pants, turning on itself. . .
- It 's just the first in a long series Isabella - threatened.
Kiss indecent, to sink his tongue into my mouth, wet, voluptuous.
I moved away in search of oxygen.
- Come on. . . - Her hands chained to mine, went back on that sidewalk, directly in Central Park.
inhaled oxygen, I was tremendously excited, hot, upset. . . powerless. Next to that demon of sex that I would give no quarter.
- all right? - His velvet voice, a sweet whisper, his eyes staring at me excited intent satisfied.
- Yes -
I felt the chills, the same moment I realized that I was stripped to the waist under his coat, which barely covered my breasts.
- Oh god! - I cried, clasping in his arms, taking the edges.
I saw him smile in a twist, shaking his head, extremely amused.
Sbuffai:
- What makes you laugh so tasteful? -
- You. . . -
Incassai shot. Keen to avenge quell'affronto soon.
watched the parade stands on the curb, I stopped next to where he had bought for me the bubble of glass. I smiled at that memory so tender. I felt his arm to shake his life, his lips on mine, warm, full of love.
a rendezvous was made magical by the Christmas atmosphere that is breathed everywhere, and the memory of our first walk together on the same route was an indescribable feeling for both.
go further, looking at the goods displayed by street vendors on those stretches of wood parading around in that period. I stopped in to observe the particular vintage prints of Central Park and New York:
- How beautiful! - Exclaimed
- Yeah .. -
I had been da sempre affascinata da quelle immagini in bianco e nero che raccontavano la città a partire dai primi anni Trenta. . . le trovavo deliziose, romantiche .
Presi a rovistare tra quell’infinità di illustrazioni. . . quando sentii il suo corpo caldo dietro di me, il suo respiro sul mio collo, tra i capelli.
Sentii la sua mano intrufolarsi al di sotto del cappotto, sollevare lentamente i lembi dell’abito, un sussulto quando sentii le sue dita sul mio ingresso, scivolare tra gli umori ancora presenti.
Inarcai la testa all’indietro, sigh strongly, closing his eyes:
- You're crazy! - Exclaimed in a low voice, looking at the peddler pledged to negotiate with two old ladies.
- Yes. . you! - Said mockingly, while the fingers moved fluidly between my legs, touching the clitoris, the thumb to bathe in that lake full of moods, until I heard him go back and dwell on the input lapped imperceptibly, lubricating the edges, while hot chills began to run down my spine, up legs, I felt as give that finger penetrated inside.
I tried with all my might to repel the moaning that uncontrolled went back to my lips, making a tremendous effort.
- Stop! - With a whisper.
-Um. . . 're so soft Isabella. . . So inviting! I could fuck you here, what do you think? - his voice hoarse, provocative, and I felt it go deeper and deeper.
- Uh. . . - morivo dalla voglia di farmi penetrare da lui, in quel momento in mezzo a quella gente, non m’importava di nulla. . . solo di godere di quelle sensazioni fortissime intense, indescrivibili.
Sapeva come condurmi al limite, sull’orlo del piacere più intenso. Esistevo soltanto io. . . e lui. . . e quel godimento senza limiti.
- Prego signora. . . - il venditore era davanti a me, mi guardava stranito.
Cercai di tenere gli occhi aperti, modulating voice with a huge effort:
- Oh. . no. . I. . . i. . o. I was alone. . . looks. . ndo - between sighs.
- The price is good lady. . . -
inhaled nodding. Another gasp, that finger had entered fully into it, and had begun to rotate slightly.
- How do you want? - He asked suddenly.
- one that holds the lady. . . costs only $ 70. . . is a rare copy -
unladen swallow, unable to do or say anything, totally entranced, deep in the delirium of the senses consists of chills, very strong, tirelessly traveling along the back, abdomen, legs, and felt her clit swell between her fingers, more and more, reaching the limit.
- Do you like Isabella? - Hoarse.
- Oh. . . yes - a lament filled with pleasure.
- Good. . . give us time to decide. ..- The guy walked away smiling, while he devoted himself to other customers.
- Silently Isabella. . . now! - that voice husky, his breath hot, rough on my neck, through my hair. . . a moment and found myself suspended in another dimension, my body shaken by a multitude of mixed feelings, severe chills come from the small orifice violated by that inch that moved in and out intermittently, those fingers now clutching my clit, pressing it in a small vise, while contractions deep upset my pelvis. While chased with violent force the groans that surfaced on my lips.
I felt his hand free to hold me up above the coat, drawing her to him, my back against his warm body, and felt his erection fullest behind me .
His hand slid away, leaving empty, throbbing, hot, wet beyond measure.
inhaled. . . looking for more oxygen, and found the clarity needed to take my next steps to him.
I saw him approach the vendor with ease, three prints in his hands, the ones I had admired a little earlier. . . then come back to me, a smile on his face perfect
- Are you okay Miss Hottie? - her lips on mine, soft and inviting, a subtle kiss.
He shook with transport, and then drag me with him, one arm to support him, to Central Park, we passed the ice rink packed with people slipping on ice quickly scratched. . . to forward them on our bridge, see ice water, the majestic trees whose bare branches holding up the white snow sculptures. . . around a white blanket covered everything.
He squeezed even more strongly in his arms, in that place, so significant for us, for our love story.
- Say you love me - softly whispered in my ear.
My eyes in his two transparent jade, diamonds staring at me eagerly, her face beautiful, very sweet, so terribly Tender:
- I love you my love. . . to die -
A dazzling smile, a joy visible on her face, her lips parted, hot, scented a few millimeters from mine. The long, passionate kiss, nibbling, sucking through his teeth. . . a whimper. . .
- Uhm. . . insatiable Miss Hottie - a hoarse sound on my lips.
- It 's about Mr. Cullen's - hilarious.
- Careful. . . - sounded like a warning.
- do not scare me. . . -
- Oh no? - Began to laugh in his way delicious.
grinned, shaking his head
- No.. no - as a mischievous little girl, while I held her close to himself, his arms around her waist.
She brought her lips to my ear, her warm breath to give me chills radiating down the back:
- There is no limit to what I could get Isabella - a threat.
- Uhm. . . I'm fuming. . . - Cat's voice.
Those two emeralds and excited I stared deep ruthless:
- You will beg for mercy -
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