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In the presence: For days all those hours had been filled with the wetness of the seemingly eternal rain. I watched as if mesmerized as the crystal drops ran over the window and gradually merged with one another to form fluid paths.

United with each other. Hmh! I licked my parched lips. That awakened a wonderful association in me, a reminiscence of last summer. On a very special day that was also dominated by rain.

That day in summer. It was also raining heavily. My thoughts took wings and went back to that damp Wednesday. My memory opened the album of recollection.

We were in the park. I was stomping barefoot in puddles. Feeling and laughing as if I were still a kid. And I really enjoyed myself, lost in bliss. I was already soaked through.

My on-and-off boyfriend was keeping a very close eye on how my body was acting. He laughed heartily and a glitter flashed in his eyes, his lips were slightly parted, his breathing a little faster, because he had no chance to fail to see that my contours were more than clearly visible thanks to the clothes which were stuck to me.

Blue Jeans and a simple white shirt. I clearly percepted that interacting of my chest with the fabric of the shirt. It made my nipples hard, erect, and very tender.

Suddenly Matthew's hands grabbed me, led me into his slender, but strong arms. We danced tight and even tighter, his lustful tongue slipping into my hungry mouth. Our looks expressed an unparalleled greed. We trusted our intuition.

We came to a halt behind a mighty oak. We braced ourselves against the ancient tree and Matthew gently and devotedly massaged my buds through my clothing. I sighed deeply.

Matthew pressed me against the oak and took my face in his long fingers. Not the only parts which are of long size with him.

He kissed me again. His tongue ensnared mine and sent delicious little electric shocks through my more than ready body. The sensation of cold before was definitely absent.

I wanted my boyfriend right next to me, and felt his erection, which caused a huge bulge in his jeans. Mine also was very visible and throbbing. We rubbed against each other. I licked my lips when he paused, then he invaded my mouth again. The rain covered my deep moans.

Encouraged, my hand went deeper and farther and freed Matthew's pulsating, very hard boner. I grabbed it bravely, but not too hard. Now he groaned throatily.

He let go of my face and went down on his knees, explored me like a treasure hunter. He took care of my dick, which was already hard as granite. His tongue tugged gently on the crown of my cock. It slid then rhythmically into my opening. He aroused me over and over again.

He licked, as if he was intoxicated and took almost all of my member inside his drooling, red hot mouth. The level of adrenaline rose enormously and I got intoxicated too, because we could be caught at any time. Then my cum was bubbling into his throat.

Both of us were panting. Breathless.

"Would you like me to ride you with all my hardness?" he whispered into my ear. I said yes wordlessly, careful not to let go of him. So hot and vital in my hand. I couldn't wait for him to fuck me, penetrate me hard.

Matthew pushed the jeans and briefs over my hips out of the way. He parted my legs. He admired my leaking cock with lust. A violent pulsation and pulling in my abdomen wanted to finally suck in his boner trough the demanding gate. My dick was rising again. He used saliva.

He first lifted me up and my legs were around his waist. Wide-open — just for my dearest. He then slid into me effortlessly. I was so horny. I demanded merciless, reckless thrusts once he was absorbed in me and filled me absolutely. I pulled him as close as possible to me with my legs and by his muscular bottom. He met my wish by nailing me wildly.

"I'm about to climax and cum inside you," Matthew murmured, his veiled gaze caught in mine. Then the immediate detonation of his apparently glowing semen occurred in me, as I jerked myself off at almost the same moment.

I was deliciously out of breath while he twitched again briefly and gasped deeply. Then he said, with a wild gaze, after pulling his tail out of me:

"You are a dream which stepped into reality!" I felt his cum start pouring out of me with absolute pleasure. An extraordinary summit.

I leaned against the rough bark of the oak and our tongues danced wildly again. I loved him so much and couldn't get enough of him. He was an artist in more than one way.

"Are you satisfied?" asked Matthew in a hushed tone, kneeling down and burying his face into my stomach. My thighs were trembling. Only his presence evoked an incredibly intense shiver over my entire body and the hot sun of profound love inside my mind, heart and soul.

Matthew was in no hurry at all, tormenting me once more with relish in order to propel me to the height of pleasure with his tongue in my mouth again. He paused every now and then, but then he intensified his uninhibited dance of lust. Lewdness? Because we were in a public area? I beg your pardon? Not at all.

It was an elevating feeling that I tasted myself through our kissing. My breathing rate increased exponentially, our moans were sweet music in our ears.

Now the rain was ceasing and we got ourselves into presentable order. We heard speaking strangers approaching. We ran away laughing and were exuberant.

I mentally apologized to the oak for having abused it so shamelessly. What would it say if it could? I loved being sticky and very wet, as well as feeling his cum on my thighs.

We lived through a very sweaty evening and an ecstatic night in which his cock and my backdoor were the absolute stars. The following day it was vice versa.

Now in the presence it had stopped raining. But the wetness and all the many drops inspired me, because I longed for Matthew's special libidinal drops. On my tongue and more. I grinned expectantly and took the cell phone ...