Pepe

Pepe. He was just a photojournalist when I first met him. Little did I know of the intense night he would give me afterwards. I was struggling for words in the beginnging as we were standing on an underground bar. There were a lot of people and I felt tired after work. But the everything warmed up as I was showing him my poetry. I felt he was understanding me. We kept on talking and sipping on our alcoholic drinks. At some point I let him know I liked him. He came and kissed me immediately afterwards. It was typical of him to use his tongue a lot. Meanwhile I was not using much of it. He had black eyes, in the shape of almonds, white skin. He was tall and had long elegant legs. Amidst kissing he invited me over to his place. He had attracted me already so I accepted. The room had good lightning and very warm colors. I began taking off my clothes. As soon I was done, with the concentration of an animal towards its food he began kissing me intensely and touching my vagina. He played with my clitoris and kept on going further. His intense tongue and his fingering aroused me and made me melt down. He then took off his clothes. I was taken aback by his dick. It was full of muscles, a promise of the joy it was to come afterwards. He kept on kissing and fingering me and I wanted to open my legs as much as possible for the pleasure to be as much as possible. At some point he got inside me an put my legs over his neck. I could feel his big dick and at some point it hurted me. I said stop. He stopped. Then he began again and this time I was liking it. He kept on thrusting, and I kept breathing heavily. I could hear his heavy breath also and I liked it. It was soorhing to my ears. All this time he kept on kissing me thrusting his tongue hard on my mouth. He stood there clenching me like his favorite food and I liked it.