While Yvan lavishes me with a dream rimming, we are delicately lulled by the light chop that reigns within this magnificent little cove, most sheltered from the winds, waves and prying eyes. The more Yvan's tongue comes and goes along my line and in my rosette, the more my pelvis begins to undulate like a light lapping sound which could gradually transform into a stormy swell. In my head, I imagine this magnificent stake which harpoons me and whose head penetrates deep into my very interior. This stake is not a harpoon that kills a whale but a hard rod like marine stainless steel that provides pleasure in a flood of enjoyment.No longer able to stand it, I put an end to this idyllic 69 and position myself on all fours. Yvan plays with me and resumes his rimming. I smile but my ass demands much more: I can no longer control my groans or my pelvic movements. My voice is as hoarse as possible and I ask him with great desire to fuck me deep in the ass! He then positions himself against my back, his glans touches my rosette and he sucks my earlobe suavely. He's biting it now and I'm shivering with pleasure. At the same time as his tongue enters my ear, he pushes his glans forward and penetrates me with confidence and tact. This little kid really has class. I cry out with pleasure and so does he while his body no longer obeys him and he suddenly arches his back, releasing my ear from his mouth and his tongue. His glans heads straight into me, without hesitation, without change of speed and his perineum comes up against my coccyx clearly. His two balls smack against my crotch and he stops his momentum despite himself: he would have continued his intrusion! For my part, I would almost like him to do it but it seems to me that the pleasure of a cock so deep inside me is a sufficiently pleasant benefit; more might be too much! I feel very good and so does Yvan since he is stuck in this most pleasant position for everyone.He leans against me again, his stomach clinging to my back and again he begins to lick my ear while giving me sweet words such as "your ass is absolutely amazing", "I feel so good in you", "continue your contractions" (it should be noted that if I let him take the initiative in coming and going inside me, I make movements of the muscles of my anal sphincters which induce a sort of sucking of his cock inside me like I would do it with my tongue). After a while, I decide to change positions because I feel that we are going to cum soon and I want to see him in the depth of his eyes. So I lie down on my back, raise my legs which he places on his shoulders and he re-enters me with mutual delight. Our gazes throw sparks of pleasure so powerful that they must be visible from the surface of the sun.Yvan massages my rectum (I can't find a verb that corresponds to all the sensations I perceive, to all the movements of his cock inside me and this situation of mutual bliss which inhabits us currently). For nothing in the world, I would not want to leave this sort of cloud of voluptuousness, of pleasure close to enjoyment, but it is inevitable: we are going to enjoy and that will be the end of this crazy sensation of well-being.However, Yvan shows endurance while a trickle of sperm flows from my glans onto my abdomen. Our eyes do not leave each other. My hands wander through this magnificent mop of blonde hair and it is my turn to express all my gratitude to the one who sodomizes me with so much class, so much fervor, so much respect, so much gentleness. I tell him that I love his cock, that it is great, shaped to give me more pleasure than I would have ever imagined feeling... Indeed, the shape of this magnificent sword of pleasure is perfectly adapted to the reliefs of my rectum: every time his glans massages my G-spot, I feel a rush of excitement, whether it's when he moves forward or when he moves back. This time, he pulls his cock completely out of me and I feel a breath of freshness enter me. It's awesome ! He kisses me and while letting our two tongues meet, he penetrates me again, very gently and he resumes his massage of my G-spot. I am as if caught in a swirling cloud of well-being. I am on the verge of pleasure and I passionately kiss my sailor lover.There, my hand leaves her hair, goes down her back and comes to rest between her two buttocks. Yvan's puck is so relaxed with excitement that my thumb sinks directly into it. I then turn my finger in this cave of pleasure and I feel Yvan undulating in a less and less controlled way. He moans in my mouth and I respond to his moans with little cries of mijauree on the verge of melting with pleasure.He then begins to scream louder inside me and even if it is muffled; I understand very well: “fuck me” and at the same moment I feel his cock pouring into me in an endless burst of jets of sperm boiling with pleasure. My penis, which had relaxed, regains its tone and once again transforms into a bar of marine stainless steel. Yvan clings against me for a few moments, his harpoon firmly planted deep inside me, looking at me with such a warm light in his eyes.He withdraws from me. With one hand, he takes my erect cock and impales himself smoothly, with very moderate restraint. He stands perpendicular to me, straight toward the sky, legs on either side of me. This time again we let out a little cry of pleasure simultaneously during this gentle penetration. He then begins to pitch us and then moves to rolling before mixing the two in a dance that turns like a waltz. His imagination leads him to perform his dance in the opposite direction and during this change of direction, our eyes which never leave each other lig ...

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