AmberHoks

Rambunctious, hot, exhausted from that rich cock, I got home from my second date.. He greeted me and said to come in.. I went and sat in the room, he said: how beautiful you look today! , and he kissed me. I had sucked his cock on my first date and he kissed me, told me he tasted strawberry.. Which I told him was because I had eaten a sweet... and how delicious sweet I ate UFFFF! We were sitting in the living room, he said, "Let's go to the bedroom, we went upstairs and we put a TV show on, we both went to bed, and we were watching the show, and suddenly he grabbed me by the hand and gave me a kiss, I turned and with my leg I hugged him, we were totally hugged and lay down.. We started kissing, when I started to lower my hand towards his bermuda, and since it was short I put my hand in and over his boxer, I started to grab his cock. I hadn't had enough of it before, I was hot and wanted to keep on fucking.. The moment I grabbed his cock over the boxer, and I started kissing him, I started to feel how he was getting hard.. I started warming him up, I got on top of him, and I started kissing his neck.. As I was kissing him I could feel his breathing as it moved.. I started unbuttoning his pants and I saw that his dick had gotten hard, so I took off his pants and his boxers.. ¡It was on fire! I was wearing a dress, he put his hand under it and started touching me and making me wet, I started making slight movements over his cock with my underwear; he felt hot; I hadn't taken off my dress yet. The more I rubbed his cock with my pubis, the more he got upset.. He sat up and asked me to stand up and turn around.. He started to unzip my dress and as I was taking it off, he started putting on a condom... I mean, I guess because I didn't really notice.. When he saw me in the lingerie store he said he wanted it to be all his.. He laid me on the bed and started kissing my whole body.. But, I didn't say anything, I had my other boyfriend's semen on my breasts and abdomen, and yet he kissed me and licked my breasts. She ran her tongue through my lips, neck, breasts, abdomen. He began to gently remove my underwear, until I was completely naked.. I asked her to kiss me after she had already run through my body with her lips, having semen from my first date, I wanted to mix those fluids. He kissed me and put my legs on his shoulders, and that's when he penetrated me slowly, I felt his cock inside me, I was enjoying myself to the fullest. He penetrated me again and again, first it was soft and delicate, then he began to speed up the pace, he took it out and began to give it small taps to my pubis and my vagina; He rubbed it back and forth, making me crave his cock. Y le dije: «¡Please, just get me! I turned it on when I told him that, and he quickly put me on four, and he slapped me, and at the same time that I felt the slapping, I felt his dick go into my vagina really hard, and we started to grab, and my breasts bounced, and he grabbed them and he held them, but he kept grabbing me.. I could feel his cock to the bottom, he couldn't stop moaning and that's what he loved and it turned him on the most.. He started slapping me again, and then he asked me to go to bed.. I lay down and he kept shoving his dick in me until he couldn't take it anymore and quickly as he came out of my vagina, he took off the condom and poured all his semen into my abdomen and belly button.. He was as exhausted as the first one.. After it was over, I got up to get dressed because it was time for me to go.. I'm going to the bathroom, and I'm going to clean up the semen that's left.. I got dressed, and as we were leaving, he kissed me and told me it was the best Valentine's Day he'd ever had.. That day was great, I fucked both of them.. I left them both exhausted, and I filled with pleasure.

From my first steps as a child, I knew that dancing would be my passion for life.. Inspired by various influences from my family and cultural background, I immersed myself in the world of dance with an unwavering devotion. As I grew up, I faced challenges and obstacles, but my determination and discipline enabled me to overcome them and excel as a teenager.. During my youth, I immersed myself even more in dance, spending endless hours training and participating in numerous competitions and events. Through these efforts, I have reaped significant success and achievement that have propelled me forward in my quest for excellence in dance.. But my life wasn't just limited to the stage.. Despite my intense focus on dance, I also found time to cultivate meaningful relationships with friends and family as well as explore other interests and activities outside the world of dance.. This balance between my career and my personal life helped me to stay focused and enjoy my trip to the fullest. Now, as I look to the future, I do so with determination and optimism.. I have clear goals and aspirations in mind, and my autobiography not only chronicles my journey in dance, but it also offers a deep insight into the challenges I've faced, the lessons I've learned and the experiences that have shaped me into the person I am today..

During my youth, I immersed myself even more in dance, spending endless hours training and participating in numerous competitions and events. Through these efforts, I have reaped significant success and achievement that have propelled me forward in my quest for excellence in dance.. But my life wasn't just limited to the stage.. Despite my intense focus on dance, I also found time to cultivate meaningful relationships with friends and family as well as explore other interests and activities outside the world of dance.. This balance between my career and my personal life helped me to stay focused and enjoy my trip to the fullest. Now, as an adult, as I look to the future, I do so with determination and optimism.. I've set clear goals and aspirations in mind, both inside and outside the dance world.. My autobiography not only chronicles my journey in dance, but it also offers a deep insight into the challenges I faced, the lessons I learned and the experiences that shaped me into the person I am today..

My story begins in my youth, when dancing became the center of my life.. I spent hours and hours in the studio, perfecting every move, every step.. I competed, won some, lost some, but I was always learning and growing as a dancer.. It was a world where I felt alive, where I could express myself fully.. But as I got closer to adulthood, I started to realize there was more to life than dancing.. My friendships deepened, my interests expanded, and I began to seek a balance between my career and my personal life.. It was a gradual process, but gradually I found my place in the world.. As I progressed in my career as a dancer, I also began to explore other passions.. I was interested in photography, so I started taking classes and experimenting with different styles and techniques.. I also discovered my love of writing, and I started keeping a journal in which I recorded my thoughts and experiences.. But life wasn't always easy.. There were moments of doubt and discouragement, moments when I wondered if I was on the right path.. But every time I felt lost, I would go back to the dance.. It was my refuge, my escape, my passion.. And I always remembered why I had chosen this path in the first place.. In time, I found a balance between all my passions.. I was still dancing, but I was also exploring my interests in photography and writing.. And as I grew and matured, so did my confidence in myself and my abilities.. I started working as a freelance photographer, and my writing started appearing in magazines and websites.. Today, I'm happy with the life I've created for myself.. I keep dancing, I keep taking pictures, I keep writing. But more importantly, I keep growing, learning and exploring everything the world has to offer.. My story isn't over yet, but I'm excited to see where the next chapter takes me..           

When I was young, dancing was my world.. I spent hours in the studio, perfecting every move, every step.. Competed in local and national events, facing challenges and celebrating victories. But as I got closer to adulthood, I started to question if there was more to life than dancing.. My friendships deepened, my interests expanded.. I discovered photography and writing, two new passions that captivated me.. I spent hours in the countryside, capturing the beauty of the world through my lens, and nights writing in my journal, capturing my thoughts and emotions.. The transition to adulthood was not easy. There were moments of doubt and discouragement, moments when I wondered if I was on the right path.. But every time I felt lost, I would go back to the dance.. It was my refuge, my escape, my passion.. It reminded me why I had chosen this path in the first place.. In time, I found a balance between all my passions.. I was still dancing, but I was also exploring my interests in photography and writing.. I ventured into the world of work as a freelance photographer, and my writing began to appear in magazines and websites.. Today, I'm happy with the life I've created for myself.. I keep dancing, I keep taking pictures, I keep writing. But more importantly, I keep growing, learning and exploring everything the world has to offer.. My story isn't over yet, but I'm excited to see where the next chapter takes me..

When I was young, dancing was my world.. I spent endless hours in the studio, perfecting every move, every step.. Ever since I was just a little girl, I had dreamed of becoming a professional dancer, and every day I got a little closer to that dream.. Competed in local, regional and national events, facing challenges and celebrating victories. Every time I went on stage, I felt a rush of excitement and adrenaline running through my body, reminding me why I loved what I was doing so much.. But as I got closer to adulthood, I started to question if there was more to life than dancing.. My friendships deepened, my interests expanded.. I discovered photography and writing, two new passions that captivated me.. I spent hours in the countryside, capturing the beauty of the world through my lens, and nights writing in my journal, capturing my thoughts and emotions.. The transition to adulthood was not easy. There were moments of doubt and discouragement, moments when I wondered if I was on the right path.. The pressure to succeed in the world of dance often felt overwhelming, and I found myself wondering if it was worth sacrificing so much for a dream. But every time I felt lost, I would go back to the dance.. It was my refuge, my escape, my passion.. Through dance, I could express myself in a way that I couldn't in any other way.. Every movement, every gesture, had the power to convey emotions that I often couldn't even put into words.. As I continued my journey into adulthood, I began to realize that I didn't have to choose between dancing and my other passions.. I could keep dancing while exploring my interests in photography and writing.. I ventured into the world of work as a freelance photographer, capturing special moments for clients who trusted me to capture their most precious memories.. My writing also began to gain recognition. My articles appeared in local magazines and websites, and I soon found an audience that appreciated my reflections on life, art and creativity.. I was grateful for the opportunity to share my thoughts and experiences with others, and I was motivated to know that my words resonated with those who read them. Today, I'm happy with the life I've created for myself.. I keep dancing, I keep taking pictures, I keep writing. But more importantly, I keep growing, learning and exploring everything the world has to offer.. My story isn't over yet, but I'm excited to see where the next chapter takes me.. Porque una cosa es segura: As long as I keep dancing, as long as I keep capturing moments through my lens, as long as I keep putting my thoughts into words, I will be living a life that fills me with joy and satisfaction.. And that's all that really matters..

After years of honing my skills in dance, photography and writing, there came a time in my life when I felt the need to explore new forms of expression within my everyday environment.. I decided to dive deeper into my local community, looking for inspiration in the people and places around me.. I started getting involved in creative projects within my city, collaborating with local artists in dance shows, photography exhibitions and literary events.. These projects allowed me to connect with people from different backgrounds and experiences, enriching my worldview and fueling my creativity in ways I never imagined before.. As I got more involved in the community, I also discovered new passions and skills.. I became a mentor to young local dancers, sharing my experience and knowledge with the next generation of artists.. I also started teaching photography and writing classes at community centers, helping others discover and develop their own creative potential.. But my life wasn't just about work and creative projects. I also found time to enjoy the little things in life - walks in the park, dinners with friends, quiet afternoons at home with a good book. These moments of quiet helped me to recharge my energies and keep my balance amid the hustle and bustle of everyday life. As I grew and evolved as a person, so did my art.. My photographs captured the beauty and uniqueness of life in my city, while my writing explored deep and emotional themes that resonated with people in my community.. And, of course, my dance was still a fundamental part of who I was, a way of expressing myself that never stopped inspiring and exciting me.. So in short, my daily life was full of creativity, connection and exploration.. Every day was a new opportunity to discover something new about myself and the world around me.. And although my journey wasn't always easy, I was always grateful for the experiences and opportunities that life offered me.. Because at the end of the day, it was my passion for art and my connection to others that drove me forward, ready to face any challenge that came my way.

This happened when I was 18 and I got laid by a hot guy.. I describe myself as a very pretty woman, white, skinny, about 5'6" and a guy a little taller than me, dark and very skinny but that's not the point.. I was looking for new people to talk to on an app and I met this guy, I became really good friends with him on the internet and we talked almost every day, but something normal without anything hot, on a day like any other I get a picture which was of his cock, it was very big and rich, about Other, of a width of. 😜 I'm a good whore. I saw the picture. I got hot and I masturbated. When I ask him why the photo he says sadly that it was without intentions, he was wrong chat to what I tell myself that he has a very good dick and he tells me that he knows it jejeje From there we had several hot chats where we got sick and talked too much, we sent each other pictures in the bathroom, while he masturbated and I touched my vagina (it should be noted that I was not a virgin and I already knew everything about it) one day we realized that we lived nearby about 10 minutes by car, he invited me I went to his house to meet him and we got together. I said yes because I really liked that dick.. – Horny bitch The next day when I get to her house, I ring the doorbell and she opens it I go into the house and I notice she's alone I guess she had planned that so we could have sex, she told me to come in and relax that if I wanted something to eat, I told her I wasn't hungry, she goes to her room and when she comes out I noticed He had his dick marked on his pants and that warmed me up, he told me to wait, he wanted to take a shower, so he went into the bathroom and as he was taking a shower, I went in to try to see him naked, as soon as he opened his eyes he saw me. 😎😁 He had his dick up and he said if I wanted to go in with him I said yes, I took off my clothes and I went into the shower to what I feel his lips with mine giving me a super bold and strong kiss, I respond to the kiss and then from there we warm up and bathe alone while he touched my vagina and I masturbated him, When we were drying in the same bathroom, he said, "Clutch up". I did, and I found his dick. I acted, and I put it in my mouth.”. I stopped sucking and told him it was his turn, we went to the couch I opened my legs and he started sucking my pussy. At first it was disgusting but then it got so rich that I screamed for pleasure and I had an orgasm (I guess it was her first time giving oral sex) then I turned around and she put me on 4 on the couch and she shoved me all over like this without thinking, first she made soft movements and then she started harder. 😍❌ That dick felt so amazing I couldn't stop moaning and he couldn't stop either, we stopped. He sat on the couch and I climbed up on top of him to sit like the whole whore I am and he was saying, "So on love". And I felt all his milk inside me as his penis pulsed inside me.). We lay down for a while resting for about 30 minutes when he raised his head and told me: come on bitch suck it I'm going to fuck you again, I obeyed and started sucking it for about 10 minutes until he told me come on I want to put it in you, but let's go to my parents' room I get sick of doing it there. 💋😉 We went and there was a pretty big bed and in that he tells me to open up there, I did it, I placed myself on my back with my legs open and the one on top of me we did the missionary in that he put it back in me and we continued fucking like crazy, he said super dirty things to me and I made a whole puddle of my vagina, until he told me: love I'm not going to take it anymore do you want me to end up in your face? I was a little scared because they had never done that to me but as I saw some porn scenes I said yes, I got in front of me kneeling with my mouth open and he started to pull his cock in front of me until he screamed and cummed on my face. Facial run This time it didn't come out as much semen as the first time but still a lot of my face was full, we dressed and we were talking for a while in his kitchen until his parents came, everything normal introduced me and everything good it was time to say goodbye, he gave me a kiss and took me home. Then we continue to fuck but that's for another story 😘👉 That's the story of one of the best bangs of my life. I didn't understand how a guy could last that long, they don't normally last that long and they're not as morbid as him, but he was unique..

Amberhoks was 18 years old and lived in a small village outside the city.. She was a curious and adventurous girl, always looking for new experiences and excitement.. With her long, dark hair, and a smile that lit up her face, Amberhoks was known for her free spirit and gentle nature. One day, while exploring the forest near his home, he came across a path he had never seen before.. Intrigued, she decided to follow him, driven by the thrill of the unknown.. As I walked along the path, I discovered amazing landscapes and fascinating creatures I had never imagined.. With each step, Amberhoks felt more alive than ever, enjoying every moment of her adventure.. At the end of the day, he went home with a heart full of gratitude for all the wonders he had discovered.. Since then, Amberhoks has continued to explore the world around her, always looking for new adventures and learning from every experience she has had.. At 18, she was ready to face any challenge that might present itself on her path to the future..

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Amberhoks, with her 18 years of energy and curiosity, continued to explore the world around her.. On a warm summer afternoon, as she strolled through the local market, her eyes met those of a handsome young man selling farm products at a nearby market.. Their gazes briefly crossed, but it was enough to ignite a spark of curiosity in Amberhoks' heart.. Determined to learn more about him, Amberhoks approached the post and engaged in a casual conversation. He soon discovered his name was Ethan, a local farmer with an equally adventurous spirit.. As they talked, Amberhoks was drawn to their kindness and passion for the land.. Over time, Amberhoks and Ethan started spending more time together.. They discovered that they had much in common, from their love of nature to their desire to explore the world around them.. Together, they shared thrilling adventures, from long walks in the woods to nights under the stars.. With each moment they spent together, Amberhoks found herself more and more in love with Ethan.. Her infectious laughter and gentle heart conquered her soul, and she soon realized she had found someone special in her life.. The love between Amberhoks and Ethan blossomed like flowers in spring, filling their days with joy and their hearts with happiness.. As their love story unfolded, Amberhoks knew he had found his adventure partner for life.. Together, they were ready to face whatever challenges the future might bring, with love as their guide and friendship as their strength..

This story is fiction written by Diana and I.. Before I start, let me tell you a little bit about my story with Emily. I can't tell you exactly how we became such good friends, but in my third year I took her under my wing and our relationship developed quickly.. We remained great friends throughout school... We stayed over, went to parties... In the end, I might even say that in those two years as friends, I had more "dates" with her than all my boyfriends combined.. It was only natural that when I left for college we kept in touch.. I would see her every time I came home and we would go on as if time and distance had never existed.. However, some things have changed... She was becoming a more defined, dazzling, independent person.. His company was much more attractive and his appearance alone was enough to make me question my sexuality.. Their curves were defined, but more marked.. She was taller, still a good five centimeters shorter than me, and her hair was long and curly, which made me want to run my fingers through it.. He had also begun to wear dark eyeliner around his attractive ice blue eyes. Everything about her was improved somehow, and I wanted it: touching, kissing and licking.. I missed her in the strangest way.. Then, while I was at his house during the Christmas break during my sophomore year of college, I finally confessed to him.. We'd been out all day, baking and talking... her parents weren't home, so we had the whole place to ourselves.. We were making gingerbread icing cookies and she, playfully, stuck my finger in the icing container. After looking at her in shock, I lifted my icy index finger and said, "You made this mess... Now you have to clean it". I was hoping she'd wipe it off with the rag that was next to her on the floor.. counter, but instead he took my hand, stuck my finger in his mouth and sucked the icing. I can't imagine what my face looked like, but I'm sure it was full of amazement and shock.. She didn't really seem to notice... So I took an ice cream cookie and smeared it on his jaw.. She was paralyzed with her mouth open and looked at me with her charming eyes.. “¿You're gonna take care of this? "he asked, pointing to the icy line of his jaw. I walked up to her and held her chin in my hand, then proceeded to slowly lick the frosting off her face. I stepped back and looked into her eyes as her face turned a striking scarlet.. It became a war.. For an hour we froze and licked, always playful and innocent.. Then, when the cookies were done, I turned to leave the kitchen and go up to her room, but she blocked the exit, forcing her arms and feet against the door panels, forming an "X" with her body. I asked him if I could come in and he said I could only if I gave him the password..... sentence after sentence, but apparently I never got it right.. Annoyed, I decided to cut my way through it.. I pushed and pulled, but it turns out she's a lot stronger than she looks.. Then I wrapped my arms around her chest in a friendly hug, but after realizing there was no way she could hug me back and let me through, I turned my head towards her neck and bit her.. Worked. Whether it was shock or disgust, she fell on her back and I was able to walk through the door and run to her room.. She followed me and we lay down on her bed and we kept talking... Mostly about college.. All day I'd been pushing her to apply to the college she was attending.. She just kept saying, "You're the one who left me... why should I follow you"... and I gave her one reason after another... but in her room, when she asked me again, I just said, "Because I love you".. " Now she and I have been best friends for so long, so it was never strange for us to say we loved each other.. This time, though, I said it in a different context, so when she said "I love you too", all I could say was "with me it's different". We couldn't dig much deeper because his brother knocked on the door and informed us that he and his parents were at home.. I stayed a little longer and then I left.. The second day back at school after recess, Emily called me... we talked about this and that, as we always did and then she said she wanted me to say something and she wanted me to be honest...”. “¿Are you a lesbian? "No.. I'm straight... I just like girls.". "¿So you are bisexual?" "I wouldn't call myself that.. It's weird... ¿Why do you want to know?" I asked, feeling a little nervous.. Then, to balance things out, I asked, "Are you?" There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then... I don't know. Yeah, but I'm also attracted to boys.. It's hard to say, since I've never been with either of you.”. "Yeah, that poses a problem... Well, have you ever fallen in love with a girl the same way you fell in love with a boy?" "Only one". She answered tremblingly. At this point I was getting excited and nervous.. "¿Do I know her?" I asked, trying to keep my cool.. "I mean, actually,.. It's you". I held my breath for what seemed like a whole minute, so excited I could have screamed.. I had almost forgotten I was still on the phone when Emily's voice rang again from the other end.. “¿Godin?.. Say something... How long have you felt like this? Almost four years... Why didn't you say anything? "I was afraid.. But after you were here last time, I thought, 'What the hell?'" Emily... there's so much I want to say right now.... You don't have to say anything, I have to go anyway, but are you still willing to let me stay with you if I go upstairs to visit the school? Yes, of course! You're more than welcome to stay here anytime.”. “Okay, then I'll talk to you later... He hung up and we didn't talk for a while. After a few weeks, he emailed me saying he was coming to visit and see the school in a month.. The day I picked her up at the airport, I couldn't stay calm.. My body and mind were screaming. ¡I was supposed to see Emily in less than an hour! When I got to the airport I couldn't sit still... So I walked into the baggage claim area, waiting for her to tell me the plane had landed.. The cell phone I was wearing in my pants started buzzing.. She was here.. I can't tell you why, but I didn't want her to see me at first, so I hid behind a pillar.. I watched her as I walked down the escalator moving and into the floor full of people, she was looking for me, but I didn't come out of my hiding place.. Then when she was on her back, I ran after her, I wrapped my hand around her perfect ass and I squeezed it.. She turned around and her surprised face turned to a blushing smile.. I took her in my arms and held her tight against my body, delighting in her touch and smell.. Needless to say, I couldn't hold her forever.. I let her go and we went back to my car.. We talked all the way home... about school, work, her new lip piercing (which was incredibly sexy), my new tattoo, everything... Accept the conversation we had a month before.. That first night I fell asleep looking at her, stroking her forearm, content to just touch her and see her.. I wanted so badly to kiss her and taste her, but it was too soon.. The next morning she woke up when I put my hand to my face and rubbed it with my lips.. She didn't move, but she watched as I caressed her and then, as if nothing was happening, she started talking to me. We went over our schedule and, overall, the day seemed to go by normally.. On the third night of his stay, we settled on the couch and started watching movies.. She was leaning against me and I couldn't stop looking at her.. A couple of times she looked and I was surprised to see her.. "¿What? I just smiled and told him to watch the movie.. When I got up to change the movies, she went to the bathroom.. My heart was beating. I wanted so badly to kiss her, but I knew she'd never been kissed before and I was afraid she wouldn't like it.. However, I couldn't wait for her to make the first move because I knew she was more nervous than I was.. "So what will we see next?" "What's the matter?" he asked, coming out of the bathroom.. "¿What do you want to see?" I asked, turning from my squatting position in front of the TV.. "It doesn't matter... We have a full list to go over". I couldn't take my eyes off him.. After I quickly put the new DVD on the TV, I got up and stood right in front of her. "So what are we looking at?" I put my hand on his cheek, cradling his jaw, and I bowed.. When my lips closed on hers I thought my heart was gonna break in my chest. She was so soft and sweet. It must have been only a second, but it seemed that kiss lasted forever.. Then I stepped aside to look at his red face and felt the color rise to mine.. "It's a surprise". I said and took my place on the couch. She came and sat beside me, curled up and leaned on me.. I put my arm around her and hugged her.. I didn't see anything from that second movie I put on... I don't even remember what it was.. Yes, I remember Emily tasted like mint and clove.. I remember how his hand felt when he reached out and took mine from my lap.. I remember her smell was exotic and delicious, and I remember the feeling of moisture between my legs after that kiss.. The next night I took Emily to dinner at a fancy restaurant and then to the movies.. In the darkness of the theater I put my hand on his knee and I rubbed my nails slowly on the inside of his leg.. I realized I was enjoying it because he slid lower in the seat and spread his legs wider.. I ran my fingernails along the seam of his pants up and gently stroked his crotch.. She started having trouble breathing, and I was a little worried that the other people in the theater would hear her and know what was going on, so I decided to stop.. However, when I put my hand away, she grabbed it and pressed it between her legs, rubbing it. When she started to moan, I pushed my hand away, then I grabbed her chin and kissed her, allowing my tongue to slip between her lips and blend into hers.. "Wait", I whispered, "just wait".