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English version: https://onlyfans.com/179681555/adelain_white I recently related an experience of my own in writing, and as I liked I put another one... I leave the latter translated with a translator (I hope it is understood) and if you like, I can translate when it is rhymes my experiences! It was a night out, I remember all the friends going out to dance and drink. Have fun! That's why I didn't over-complicate myself when it came to fixing myself. A somewhat loose blue jumpsuit, heels and light makeup... total, it was friends' night!!! We went first to a restaurant, then to a cocktail shop and finally to the disco. It was the usual one with the entrance full of mirrors and its stairs with red carpet, when entering the bars were in circle mode, and the track was surrounded by armchairs and reserved. I was already carrying a couple of drinks and several songs danced when the heels started to get annoying. I decided to sit on a couch near the dance floor to change my shoes for some planes and suddenly, a hand of a boy appeared who looked at me smiling and inviting me to dance. It was so movie, I couldn't help but shake my hand and go out dancing with him... I laughed, funny and hallucinating a little, but the music invited us to dance more glued, to touch us more, to kiss... When one of the songs allowed us to talk and for the other to listen, we both introduced ourselves... and the problem arose! That tall, strong, tattooed, blond, impressive-eyed boy who looked like he was taken out of a rugby team was from Liverpool and had no idea of Spanish, and for my part I didn't know anything about English... A friend of mine who if I knew languages was our translator to basically introduce us. The rest of the time was kisses, gestures and complicit looks. The kisses were going to more, we both wanted more and more... to the point of climbing on his waist, kissing us like crazy as his hands crept through the jumpsuit, no matter the looks. I remember that at one point a friend came to take my jumpsuit down a little bit because apparently I was teaching something more... but for us there was no one. The night was over but neither of us wanted it to end, we knew it even without talking to each other! So, he called my friend, talked to him and went to his own... and my friend told me that he wanted to come with me that night and that he was warning his friends and while my friend asked me if I saw him well... when he approached, I kissed him, made the gesture of 👍🏻 and he started laughing. We all left the nightclub, my friends and the two of us, we went for pizzas at 24 hours and some drunks came looking for a fight. He automatically put myself behind him, protecting me from that crowd, like in the movies (again) and from there we went for the night bus and home... When we arrived, we went to the room and there was a matter of two, having my friend as a translator was not a plan, so I opened the laptop and opened the Google Translator page (yes, as it sounds) and between kisses and laughter we both gave the keyboard asking us our hobbies, favorite colors, our tastes ... so he asked me for my number and even told me romantic phrases!! We started kissing more, the clothes started to disappear, we made pampering and caressing. and I couldn't help but laugh and exclaim SONIC!! He laughed and I laughed and said SONIC GOOD! After leaving the laughter aside we returned to kisses and caresses, to undress completely and hit each other more, to walk through his body with kisses and caresses, until we reached his sex, kiss him softly, lick him, suck the tip and put it in his mouth to savor it ... although he cut me off quickly, eager to test my body as well. He kissed me and touched me with sweetness, he went through all my skin as if it were something delicate and about to break, he delighted with my breasts with exciting but delicate bites and metones and when he went down between my legs ... I would run into his mouth while he ate my sex with the same softness with which you would eat an ice cream or taste your favorite dessert. I couldn't do it anymore and I would gesture to him to come, and he did, making a journey of soft kisses until he reached my lips. The desire was going to more and it was time to put on the condom... of which I have to say that it did not come!!! We had to stretch it as much as we could to be able to put it on, and he looked at me like telling me: what are we going to do!?! Which I just laughed at. We got into bed and went back to kissing and caressing, but this time looking for more. I took the initiative and climbed on him, tucking everything inside and moving for him as he touched me, kissed me and looked at me with devotion. I felt so much pleasure that I couldn't help but arch my back in every run and move more and faster... he noticed it and enjoyed it, moving me even more using his strength. And all of a sudden he hugged me and tumbled me in bed. He started dressing me like a runaway bull, but little by little he calmed down and began to go slower, to caress me and kiss me in every onslaught, to stick to me and feel more, to make love to me. Again it was a romantic movie scene. Little by little the pleasure invaded us both, the sweetness that enveloped everything made it even more special and in the end I finished and then he ended up, dropping his face on my breasts looking for my caresses while I hugged him. He looked like a little boy asking for affection. We gave each other a couple more kisses, cleaned ourselves and got into bed, but to sleep. And again, my walking gentleman... he hugged me, all night and we slept between caresses and some kiss when we woke up in that dwarf bed. The next morning he went with his friends and I to the pool... feeling like I had long since felt like I hadn't felt. I must say that when he returned to Liverpool he kept writing to me and even considered coming to Spain for me to be with me, and that it didn't really happen because I was the one who told him not to come to a country that was in full crisis. But I keep that memory of him.