!6uAFIV1ifw 06/17/10(Thu)03:33 No.10550854|
Making love to her is an experience: she has the small body of a girl, but the skill of a mature woman. As you slip inside her for the first time, you push through her tight virgin walls with little resistance. If she feels pain, she doesn't show it, aside from a slight flinch as you break through.
"Are you hurt?" you ask her.
"No," she says, smiling up at you, the love-light shining in her dark eyes. "Of the three times I've been deflowered. . . this is the best one."
"And I'm just getting started," you smile, and kiss her again, then you pull yourself in close and rock against her small body in slow, smooth motions. Her hands run up and down your back, as her legs wrap around your waist. She kisses you back over and over again, each kiss a silent, "I love you," as she moves her body in synch with yours in a perfect duet of love.
When the final release does come, shooting your cum into her is more of a gentle rush than a passionate, mad pounding. Coming up from your orgasm, the first thing you see are her eyes looking into yours. There is moisture leaking from them and running down her cheeks.
"Are you crying?" you ask, a bit incredulously.
"No," Alicia sniffs, as she covers her face. "It's just shower water."
"As you insist," you say, and kiss the shower water away. For a moment, you think of pointing out that shower water isn't usually salty. You decide against it.
She deserves one fine moment of bliss, without teasing. That's the least you can do for her.