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| YOUNG SPINELS|

I don't care about our age difference. If Jennifer's 20 and I'm thirty-eight. So what? What difference does it make if she is already of age and responsible for her own acts. Especially when it comes to committing crimes. She knows how to do very well, right? If you're already smart for things like that, then it's for other things, like getting into the games and costumes I've been planning to enjoy together.

She accepted my offer, so now she's going to have to go all the way without shudder.

But I'll start lightly with it, just limit myself today to mirrors, let's unravel the power of the look, cast stealthy glances to appreciate each other's attractions to activate the areas of the brain related to satisfaction and pleasure. Let's awaken our inner and unknown monsters. And I have a perfect room with mirrors on the walls to capture the sinful images I desire and imagine in my conscious and unconscious, and that I need to wake up in the hot-body thief. I'm going to start a shared teecardgame and

multiple, I will tease her so that she can look at herself and my body's through the

different angles that the mirror will return.

Our bodies must be seen very clearly, hers and mine, from different and new angles that will awaken a terribly particular voluptuousness, that even without diverting the view from the mirror, the caresses are felt differently, because the mirror will function as an eye that lets see all the details. I will be able to see your own expression of pleasure and mine at the same time, in a practice of erotic self-contemplation,

that will exponentially increase sexual disinterest by witnessing one's own pleasure, which adds new possibilities to enjoy.

I just love it and am obsessed with these games that awaken the imagination in search of new variants. I'm fascinated by it! Erotic play and insinuating expectation in the various possibilities of cases, with the varieties of mirrors are infinite, unlimited,

that offer real situations of teasing for the viewer to which he watches everything glazed, thirsty and lit. It is the hottest thing in the world, without a doubt, to see the image of a naked and insinuating body, in a provocative gesture or in a direct sexual invitation, when the reflection hits the mirror and I find its gaze.

And that's why I've already got everything prepared, my favorite private corner, in my luxury home in the noblest and most expensive area of the city, with some mirrored sheets of reflective glass that takes much of the wall to receive jennifer's image in the dark. Some low lights illuminate her from behind, when she timidly enters the place, and the position in which they are, highlight the outline of her silhouette against the light, letting me see through gaps, details of her body covered by the buttons of the shirt ajar.

And I sigh with a certain anxiety and expectation.

As I had previously instructed all the rules of the game before we started, I make a signal for it to start just as I had ordered it to do, following every step correctly and incorporating the role I desire for tonight. Then Jennifer begins.

The hands caress the fabric that highlights her raised nipples. Big and juicy. Your face is the face of desire. The fingers run through the skin of the lap and follow with caresses through the chest tissue below, I gaze at it in the mirror from behind. My excitement grows with every new movement. She also looks at me through the mirrors and sees the reaction in her gestures laden with lust. I want her! Now. But there's still something else missing. then I lick one finger while the other hand shakes my thighs, getting closer and closer to the focus of my tension. Desire lives in the mirror. It's another dimension to fulfill such a fantasy with a girl like Jennifer.

So I approach and support my hands on her shoulders to begin the ritual of contact. I take off my shirt gently and let it slide to the ground. Jennifer's reflection is completely naked and sinful. I lap my chest on her back, the pubis sticks to her ass and my skin touches her soft, silky skin. We don't look at each other directly, but I know that she feels my body that seeks hungry and finds it through the reflection of the mirror, and everything takes place there, the exchange of glances that ignites the frenzy.

Then when Jennifer's breath begins to loosen with little groans and the legs to

weaken by unrestrained desire, I support her with my arms and caress her body from top to bottom, from the belly to the legs, from the arms to the breasts. I'm not in a hurry, we have all night to enjoy, for that reason I delight in looking at her from all angles when she trembles with anticipated pleasure, of a reflected and uncontrollable desire that I can provide you at any time, just that I want.

Some minutes pass and the expectation increases. I look in the mirror, spiked in every reaction of my sexy little thief. One minute she'll get to where I want from the start. At the apex of the stratosphere, but first, it is necessary to calm and prepare the terrain well before invading with everything. This is not a game of luck that can be done without calculation or haste, no, no... Everything has to be studied with great attention and appreciation, is what I ponder with myself, sticking my dick in your butt and tightening your thighs with a firm grip that will surely leave you marks the next day.

But it. That's how it has to be done and she likes it!

Agitated, Jennifer seeks an indication of what to do, half-requested, and I catch her staring through the mirror with an anxious and insecure look. While returning the look, carnation my fingers in her ass for a moment, which surprises her at first, but that makes her excited. With the tip of the tongue contoured the junction between his neck and shoulder, testing, probing and tasting the taste to know if it was how I imagined all this time.

It's incredibly tasty, spicy, exotic and warm. The way I love it!

She keeps spying on my actions through the mirror and seems to get carried away when I change a few movements of my hands and direct them to her legs again. Jennifer feels excited about the situation, I feel it, and I know that more and more the most anticipated moment approaches. Rodeo slowly tongue in the lobe of his ear and in following the thread inside the hole, imagined a much more lascivious movement that I have in mind. She seems to be dazzled by the most daring and gasp caricia in response. Upon realizing what she has just done, Jennifer squeezes her tempting fleshy lips in an attempt to contain herself, which I emphatically reprove by pinching her inside her thigh, next to my covetous target.