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How I met my slave Martina the first time and had

Date: 12/19/2016, Categories: Fetish, First Time, Lesbian Sex, Author: majfred, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

nice and big and nicely shaped. Her hair was long, straight and black, and her face was pretty, in a classical, regal looking way. I just wore a short, yellow dress with not much underneath. "Hey Martina," I said and walked up to her as if we knew each other for years. "How're you?" - "Anna?" she asked and stared at me incredulously. She smiled. "Thank god, I thought already..." "...that I won't show up?" I asked. "Or that I'm a guy?" She laughed. She had a beautiful, open laugh, and her face was so pretty I wondered why she put so much work into her body. I sat down next to her. The café had only a few other visitors, a few schoolgirls sat on a table across from us, and a couple seemed to be sitting in side. Other than that, it was empty. The waitress came up and I ordered a big sundae with cream and Cappuccino. Martina sipped her espresso and said she needed to watch her weight. I never cared about my weight, so I enjoyed myself. "You can have some pussy cream with your coffee," I laughed. "That's guaranteed lo-cal." She blushed. She seemed to be more shy in real life than online. "Anna!" she acted indignant, but didn't say anything else. "How's the sex life?" I asked. "Well," she said. "Nothing special. I mostly do it myself, if I even have the time, so not very much. And then I think of..." she paused when the waitress came to bring my order. Without taking notice of her, I continued: "...of when you're fisting my twat while I'm eating you out?" This was one of our ... fantasies, and Martina wanted to sink into the ground for shame while the waitress gave her best to act like she didn't hear any of that. I thanked her and got started on my icecream. "Oh god Anna," Martina said. "You're crazy." I smiled. "Do you even know how horny these thoughts make me feel?" I raised my eyebrows. "No clue," I said. "As horny as me?" She laughed again. "So tell me," I asked. "Is it at least good when you come from that?" She looked around and whispered as she leaned in: "You have no idea..." "Last night, I gave myself a long nice shower in preparation for today, and I thought of our hot chats. And I just peed nicely on my hand and rubbed it all over my tits while I thought of you doing that to me. You know, like that one time." I nodded and remembered one of our chats, when we found out we both like water sports. She sipped her espresso again. "So what about it?" I asked and pointed at the cup. "Pussy cream?" "Mmmh," she moaned. Without asking further, I pulled up my skirt and inserted the long icecream spoon between my legs. It was cold and hard, and I spread my labia while guiding it into my pussy. "Anna," Martina hissed. "They're looking at you!" I looked up and the teenage girls from the other table were giggling and whispering. I turned the spoon inside me and pulled it out, holding it up to Martina, who took it reluctantly in her mouth, but started sucking it thoroughly. Again, giggles from the other table. "God, you turn me on," she said. I smiled again. ...