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For the first few times, I will tell a story about my first girlfriend from my first serious relationship, when I was a young man of only 22. Wanker. Her name was Adele - not really, of course, but I have Adèle Haenel in my mind - she was beautiful, small, with an angelic face, a lovely ass, and lovely little breasts. She was delicate, innocent-looking. Her eyes were big and her lips were beautiful, well drawn. Adele was not full of curves, but she was hot, simple as that.
I saw her on the street every once in a while, she didn't go out much because of her executioner father. It was impossible not to look at her. Then, in time I found out a few things about my beloved girl, that she loved Michael Jackson, Duran Duran, Elton John... (Oh, how I love to remember how nights and early mornings I would pick up my cell phone and put on Dirty Diana by Michael Jackson, Do You Get (Excited) by Roxette and A Matter of Feeling by Duran Duran while thinking about her). She also enjoyed several very good books, such as Disaster Artist. Her mind was open, broad. And, of course, Adele also liked to take her little friend, a small ugly pillow, and walk on it. My little wildcat. Of course I was shocked by this, I had no idea that Adele was the masturbating type. The fact is that the glass pane in the small room next to mine was covered with colored film and was already worn out, so occasionally I started to tear some pieces off and with the corner of my eye I saw something in the building across from me, from the window going up and down fast. My groin began to tingle. Adele was standing there with her hair down and riding the pillow.
So that was it. There was nothing that turned me on more than watching a girl masturbating by herself. (Don't you think that's hot?) That's what drove me crazy, Adele riding her beloved pillow all the way up. What made it even more exciting was that Adele was a virgin, but she was very horny.
Think About It: a conservative girl. There is something sexy about that, that attitude.
About three years later, she graduated and was in a hurry to get a job to see if she could escape her father's clutches. I had graduated two years before her, in Accountancy, she was 21 and I was 25. I started talking to her for real, we became friends, and of course, I wanted more. Adele got a job immediately with a good salary. Right in the first month she already rented a small house - well, a house, she said she liked discretion - and moved in.
Her mother was already of a certain age and she wanted to send her father to a nursing home. Only two years or so later he moved out. Then one fine day I saw Adele's head floating down the street and ran to her. She told me about the move and so on, and I went with her to a store to buy coffee and made it very clear how interested I was in her. She understood.
Adele's mother was doing very well, it was something she cared about. I think women with attitude and responsibility are sexy.
Now let's get down to business. Adele and I got closer and closer. I was eating plates and plates of pasta and drinking cappuccino - half of her is Italian - and getting to know her more. Adele didn't want to have children so soon. When we started having sex, it was at my place. I took her there. She complimented my apartment, said it was very sanitary. Then I told her about my feelings for her. We held hands and started kissing, she was good at it, although she had never kissed anyone. I took her virginity in a gentle way, of course I couldn't help but lick her hot and very tight pussy. The girl's walls squeezed my cock in a painful way. We showered and, of course, started having lots of sex.
One of the best sex of my life was when she was leaving the apartment, very much in love. We started kissing and I took her inside. Sitting on the bed and with my feet fixed on the floor, she mounted my cock. Our bodies were trembling, feverish, disheveled molds. Adele enjoyed sex as much as any girl her age. (Maybe it was her sign, Scorpio
. Nonsense) Once she paid me an indecent little visit at work - in pants and her hair tied up in a bun. The elegant cat-walk - and the sexual tension was taking over, so I asked her to lock the door, unbuckle her belt, and tell her to get down on her knees and suck my cock until I cum in her mouth. We stayed together until Adele turned 28, unfortunately we split up because the relationship became routine. But, of course, she crossed my life.
https://images.app.goo.gl/Ux91rMDGM4qheanc9 here a picture of the actress Adèle Haenel in case you are curious
I saw her on the street every once in a while, she didn't go out much because of her executioner father. It was impossible not to look at her. Then, in time I found out a few things about my beloved girl, that she loved Michael Jackson, Duran Duran, Elton John... (Oh, how I love to remember how nights and early mornings I would pick up my cell phone and put on Dirty Diana by Michael Jackson, Do You Get (Excited) by Roxette and A Matter of Feeling by Duran Duran while thinking about her). She also enjoyed several very good books, such as Disaster Artist. Her mind was open, broad. And, of course, Adele also liked to take her little friend, a small ugly pillow, and walk on it. My little wildcat. Of course I was shocked by this, I had no idea that Adele was the masturbating type. The fact is that the glass pane in the small room next to mine was covered with colored film and was already worn out, so occasionally I started to tear some pieces off and with the corner of my eye I saw something in the building across from me, from the window going up and down fast. My groin began to tingle. Adele was standing there with her hair down and riding the pillow.
So that was it. There was nothing that turned me on more than watching a girl masturbating by herself. (Don't you think that's hot?) That's what drove me crazy, Adele riding her beloved pillow all the way up. What made it even more exciting was that Adele was a virgin, but she was very horny.
Think About It: a conservative girl. There is something sexy about that, that attitude.
About three years later, she graduated and was in a hurry to get a job to see if she could escape her father's clutches. I had graduated two years before her, in Accountancy, she was 21 and I was 25. I started talking to her for real, we became friends, and of course, I wanted more. Adele got a job immediately with a good salary. Right in the first month she already rented a small house - well, a house, she said she liked discretion - and moved in.
Her mother was already of a certain age and she wanted to send her father to a nursing home. Only two years or so later he moved out. Then one fine day I saw Adele's head floating down the street and ran to her. She told me about the move and so on, and I went with her to a store to buy coffee and made it very clear how interested I was in her. She understood.
Adele's mother was doing very well, it was something she cared about. I think women with attitude and responsibility are sexy.
Now let's get down to business. Adele and I got closer and closer. I was eating plates and plates of pasta and drinking cappuccino - half of her is Italian - and getting to know her more. Adele didn't want to have children so soon. When we started having sex, it was at my place. I took her there. She complimented my apartment, said it was very sanitary. Then I told her about my feelings for her. We held hands and started kissing, she was good at it, although she had never kissed anyone. I took her virginity in a gentle way, of course I couldn't help but lick her hot and very tight pussy. The girl's walls squeezed my cock in a painful way. We showered and, of course, started having lots of sex.
One of the best sex of my life was when she was leaving the apartment, very much in love. We started kissing and I took her inside. Sitting on the bed and with my feet fixed on the floor, she mounted my cock. Our bodies were trembling, feverish, disheveled molds. Adele enjoyed sex as much as any girl her age. (Maybe it was her sign, Scorpio
. Nonsense) Once she paid me an indecent little visit at work - in pants and her hair tied up in a bun. The elegant cat-walk - and the sexual tension was taking over, so I asked her to lock the door, unbuckle her belt, and tell her to get down on her knees and suck my cock until I cum in her mouth. We stayed together until Adele turned 28, unfortunately we split up because the relationship became routine. But, of course, she crossed my life. https://images.app.goo.gl/Ux91rMDGM4qheanc9 here a picture of the actress Adèle Haenel in case you are curious
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