Booty dance: how to learn to do it beautifully. Hip movements in strip plastics How to learn to move your hips in oriental dances

- an exotic dance direction, which is so far unusual and not very common in Russia. This dance incorporates Jamaican, African traditional movements, spiced up with elements of American striptease - quite intriguing, isn't it? The incendiary and relaxed movements of this dance are gradually winning more and more followers.

What is bootydance

The main base of booty dance, or as it is also called, "swag dance" (shaking the booty) consists in rhythmic movements of the fifth point, namely:

• rotation, hip strikes;
• shaking the buttocks, based on the complete isolation of the remaining muscle groups;
• work with the abdominal muscles;
• characteristic knee movements.

Booty dance movements help to strengthen women's health, as well as frenzied popularity with the opposite sex.

Bootie dance: how to learn to dance correctly?

Like any novelty in the dance industry, bootie dance is entering Russian dance culture in small steps, gradually. Because, unfortunately, there are few fitness clubs that teach this hot dance. If there is no bootie dance teacher in your city, you will practically not lose anything if you study at home on your own. After all, there is nothing complicated in this dance, despite the spectacle, there is. So, how to learn this non-trivial dance:

• 1. Choosing a suitable dance school. If there is none, we are making a selection of video lessons that, fortunately, the Internet is full of.
• 2. Allocate 2-3 days in our schedule for which we will study. Keep in mind that you will get the best results if each workout is 45 minutes to an hour.
• 3. Before each lesson (it does not matter, at home or in the studio) it is necessary to warm up - do not be deceived by the apparent ease and ease of movement. You can be very seriously injured - do not neglect safety measures.
• 4. This is followed by a small stretch. How to do it correctly can also be found on the Internet.
• 5. After the body is prepared, we begin to learn the basic movements. Don't try to grasp everything at once - move forward one or two movements at a time.
• 6. In the middle of the session, there should again be time to stretch. If you do everything correctly, very soon you will sit on a longitudinal and transverse split (or at least a half-split).
• 7. At the end of the lesson, connect the learned movements into a bundle. Likewise, you and your body, remember the necessary positions.

What will booty dance give you? - Lots of

Dancing bootie dance, you will liberate yourself, reveal your sexuality, stop complexes. From a health point of view, this dance is also very useful:

• 1. muscle tone;
• 2. prevention of congestive female diseases;
• 3. Solving problems with the hip-femoral, lumbar joints;
• 4. improving blood circulation.

As you can see, bootie dance hides a lot of positive things. Do not hesitate, try bootie dance - very soon you will not recognize yourself, and there will be no end to your fans. Join the trendy stream - move your body!

Brent began to slowly run his fingertips over her nipple, moving down from her chest, lightly touching her waist, abdomen and gradually moving to her thigh and down the outside of her leg. He felt her flutter, her body trembling under the tips of his fingers, and then he gently moved upward, resting on the inside of her thigh.

Caroline ...

I'm scared, ”she whispered.

This acknowledgment filled Brent's heart with tenderness. Lowering his hand, he slowly stood in front of Caroline. She still did not open her eyes, did not move, but he could feel her trembling. The count put his hands around her face and, bending over, brushed his lips lightly over hers.

Trust me, ”he asked quietly.

Caroline nodded almost imperceptibly and whispered:

At that moment Brent realized that he belonged to her and to no one else. He ran his thumb over her cheek, put his hand on the back of her head and pressed his lips to her mouth.

The first contact was both awesome and sweet, familiar and awkward at the same time. Yes, they kissed before, but then they had no mutual understanding, what between them will happen. At first, Brent kissed almost timidly, giving him time to get used to, then increased the pressure, persistently trying to open her lips.

Caroline gradually relaxed and began to return the kisses with increasing fervor, raising her hands and running her fingers through his hair. Her lips tasted of brandy and violets, and her skin felt as soft and smooth as a rose petal.

Brent slid his palms down her neck and grabbed her by the shoulders under the silk of the cape. His tongue moved softly in her mouth, and she repeated the movements behind him, letting the magic consume her. Brent caressed her skin with his fingertips, then gently pulled away from her lips and pulled the cape off her shoulders.

Caroline opened her eyes and looked at him in confusion.

I ... I don't know what to do.

The count's heart melted. Smiling reassuringly, he lifted a hand and placed it on Caroline's cheek, the other on her chest, and his fingers stroked her.

Today I will do everything. Before Caroline could figure out what was happening, he tugged at the purple silk, and it slid off her body and fell to the floor.

Brent felt a shiver run through her; she immediately lowered her eyelashes. Then he lifted her head, forcing her to look at himself.

No need to be ashamed, ”he pleaded, looking piercingly into her eyes. - Now only I matter, and I think that you are beautiful.

After absorbing these words, Caroline felt that she was about to cry, and the last thing she wanted was on the night that she considered her first wedding night.

You are the first man who called me beautiful, ”she admitted in a deaf, choked voice.

Brent chuckled.

I knew that I would be the first in something.

Caroline smiled back and carefully reached for the buttons of his shirt.

He immediately covered her hand.

She dropped her hand and froze in front of the count, watching him take off his shirt and tosses it on the canapé.

They were only a foot apart, he stripped to the waist, she completely naked and feeling more vulnerable than ever.

Brent gently reached out with both hands and lightly stroked the ends of her breasts with his fingers, drawing a sigh from her lips and making her knees buckle. The count's face became serious and tense again, and his gaze faded into Caroline's. He stroked her breasts, and then wrapped his whole hand around her, rotating his palms, so that her nipples pinched and they hardened under his hands. A few seconds later, Caroline was already gasping for breath, flinching from the sensations flaring up inside her, and flaring up not from the heat of the fireplace, but from the growing internal heat, which slowly began to displace all fears.

She instinctively reached for Brent, and realizing her growing desire and thirst for pleasure, he let go of her to take off her boots. Having finished with his shoes, the count unbuttoned his trousers and, having got rid of the remnants of his clothes, appeared naked before Caroline.

Caroline closed her eyes. Partly because she couldn't bring herself to look down, and partly because she was suddenly so panicked that she wanted to rush out of the bedroom.

Brent seemed to pick up on her uncertainty, for the next second he grabbed her and pulled her towards him.

The kiss began slowly, letting the passion flare up in a natural rhythm. Brent caressed Caroline's back and neck, wandered his fingers through her hair, keeping his distance all the time, for they still had not yet fully touched. The Count teased her lips, forcing them to open. He invaded her mouth with a searching tongue and began to suck her tongue, as he had delightfully done that day in the garden.

Just like last time, it was as if a sudden bolt of lightning pierced Caroline's body, and flames erupted between her legs. Foreseeing such a reaction, Brent pulled her to him with force, hugging her so tightly that she could not help but feel every muscle, every point of poured hardness that he possessed.

Caroline sobbed softly and wrapped her arms around his neck, reveling in her husband's big, strong body, so strong and warm. The hairs on his chest tickled her nipples. His male cock, hot and hard, caressed her belly as if asking for attention.

Caroline grabbed Brent's head and kissed him feverishly back. Feeling her response to his touch, to his ardor, the count moaned dully and, reluctantly letting go of her mouth, looked his wife in the eyes.

Caroline stood close to him, panting and flushed. Brent's eyes narrowed, breathing became heavy, and now, as if for an eternity, he grabbed her under his knees, lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed.

She buried her face in the curve of his neck, clinging to him, filling with the sensation of his body, his scent. When he laid her down on the sheets, she readily stretched out on the bed, expecting Brent to lie down next to her, but he took a step back and began to admire her naked body.

Sh-sh-sh ... - Count slowly glanced over her. “I've wanted this for months, Caroline. Let me see you.

Caroline even allowed herself without hesitation to look at Brent, to see the whole man for the first time, and the man who stood in front of her looked like a god, exactly as she felt him under her palms and fingers - strong, strong, handsome in face and body. And when she turned her gaze to the part she had never seen before, she was seized by a sharp, desperate desire to know the unknown, to touch it, to caress it, and finally to feel how it enters her. Suddenly passion covered her and the fear disappeared.

For Brent to see Caroline's body caressed by the firelight, her nipples exposed and aroused to hard peaks, her slender, chiseled waist that turns into a soft curve of her hips, and smooth, silky legs, was not so much to enjoy the view as to reveal the eye that which consciousness had been trying to imagine for weeks. She was perfect, lush and at the same time slender, bewitching and seductive - so beautiful that he did not even dare to imagine.

The Count sank onto the bed next to Caroline, leaned against her, and threw a leg over her thighs. With his left hand he stroked her hair, and with his right he began to lightly caress her stomach, slowly drawing small circles on it.

Do you know what I think, Caroline? he asked quietly, almost thoughtfully.

She bit her lip nervously and tried to smile.

Do you wish you married someone with longer legs?

Brent chuckled and kissed her cheek.

No, not that, ”he muttered, and touched the curve of her neck with his lips. - I think that for most people, dreams are an unattainable ideal. He ran his tongue over her cheekbone, feeling how she responded to his touch. Then he met her gaze again and lowered his voice to a hoarse whisper. “But my dreams of you, Caroline, turned out to be a pathetic semblance of reality. You are more charming than all my dreams.

For a few seconds Caroline looked at the Count, then her eyes filled with tears, and this ruined him. He clasped her face with his palms and, kissing her not affectionately and tenderly, but without looking back, greedy, passionately, wiped the droplets of her tears with his thumbs.

Caroline put her arms around his neck, held him tightly to her, and then, as if waiting for even a split second had become simply unbearable, he clasped her chest with his palm and began to knead the elastic flesh, gently squeeze the nipple, roll it between his thumb and forefinger until she didn't groan.

Brent began kisses down her cheekbone, neck and chest. Caroline breathed frequently, putting her hands on his shoulders, eyes closed, and when he covered her free nipple with his mouth, she arched and grabbed him, squeezed even closer.

He, too, moved closer, sucking, enjoying the taste, caressing, as he had long wanted to caress, accelerating the pace, feeling his heart pounding in his chest and driving blood through his veins. Caroline reciprocated, coming alive beneath him, letting the passion unleash. The count slowly passed his palm from his chest to his waist and began to caress his thigh, burning with the desire to touch her between the legs, to stroke, to feel how ready she was to accept him.

You have delicious skin, ”he whispered in a voice choked with desire. “I've wanted to touch you for so long.

Caroline had never felt so helpless in the face of his greedy impulses and her desperate desires, which she did not understand. Brent was so gentle with her, so generous, and now she wanted him like she never wanted anything in her life.

With this thought, she took his hand, brought it to her lips, kissed his palm and gently lowered it to her between her legs.

Caroline flinched at the intimacy of the touch. Brent groaned as if he had never touched anything more graceful and precious in his life. The next moment, he was kissing Caroline again with feverish greed. With his free elbow, he grabbed her by the neck, pressing her even closer, and began to move his palm and fingers, slowly at first, then more and more intimately, until she instinctively lifted her hips, begging for more.

Caroline could not breathe, could not think, for there was not a single thought left in her head, except for Brent and the magic that he worked with his hands and mouth. She moaned softly as his tongue tightened around her mouth again in its familiar embrace. The heart was thunderous, pounding in the chest, the body languishing with the desire for some other, greater convergence. She slid her hand over his chest and rubbed her nipples lightly with the pads of her thumbs.

Brent sucked in a breath and released her mouth slowly, lifting his head to look at her. His face was hard, tense, his eyes narrowed and dragged, breathing escaped in short, hoarse thrusts. The count looked at her, intently focusing on her face, and then she understood why, for at that moment his fingers gently entered her.

She gasped and arched her back slightly, closing her eyes from the sheer sensation. Enjoying the feeling that he had finally invaded Caroline's damp warmth with this small part of himself, Brent began to move up and down, and with his thumb continued to drive along the entrance to her cleft, now more slowly, but with the same intensity.

You're so wet, ”he said in a husky, trembling voice. “You're made for love, Caroline.

Her heart was filled with emotion, and she whispered back:

I was made to love you.

Brent froze in complete immobility, his hand, body, breathing froze, and Caroline was afraid for a moment that she had said something wrong. She opened her eyes and looked at the count again, almost sure that she had killed the passion by revealing such an intimate part of herself, but at first glance she realized that she had only added fuel to the fire. Her words deeply touched Brent, she saw it in his face, which was now dancing in the reflections of fire. Then, as if reading her mind, Brent removed his hand and rolled over, covering it with his body.

Leaning to Caroline and distributing his weight on her, he kissed her breasts with reverence, delicately, lightly running the tip of his tongue over each nipple, then slowly moved up to cover her neck, cheek, lips, eyelashes with kisses.

Caroline enjoyed the feeling of a man, a husband, ready to make her his wife. Obeying instinct, she spread her legs wider, giving him more free access, tangled her fingers in his thick, silky hair and began kissing him with the same quivering tenderness as he had just kissed her.

Brent raised himself slightly to reach his hand between them. Having found the cherished place, he began to caress him, pulling out from her chest moans of admiration, a joyful foreboding of pleasure. Then, when Caroline was ready for his penetration, he took possession of her mouth, straightened her body and began to slowly move inside her.

She immediately tensed under the pressure of his cock, and he stopped moving. Brent grabbed her breast with his free hand, stroked her nipple with his thumb and tried again, but met the same resistance.

Lightly touching her lips with his lips, the count pulled back a little, restraining impatience. He put one hand on Caroline's forehead, the other gently squeezed her shoulders and held her to him.

Caroline had forgotten everything except the desire to feel him. She twisted her hips to touch him more closely, yearning for complete intercourse, lifted and spread her legs so that the inner thighs rubbed against his legs. It drove Brent crazy. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, breathing loudly and heavily, ordering himself not to lose his composure.

She placed her hand on his chest, feeling the strong, rapid beating of his heart. Brent waited a little longer, then settled between her thighs and tried to enter again, moving a little further, and the pain became too much.

Caroline cringed, her body losing its pliability. Something happened to Brent here. He slowly raised himself and looked into her face. Shadow hid his eyes, but his features softened, and after a few moments of uncertainty, Caroline feared that Brent had changed his mind about taking her because it was difficult to get into her.

Please don't stop, she pleaded in a whisper. “Nothing if it hurts a little.

There was a deathly silence in the air, and suddenly Brent understood everything.

Oh, Caroline ... ”he breathed out painfully gently. “You never did that, did you?

Caroline could not believe that Brent would ask her that, lying in bed with her, almost connecting with her. She thought he would guess from her obvious inexperience and fearfulness, and, apparently, he read it in her stunned face.

Caroline watched his face shyly as he experienced her revelation within him. She put her fingers to his mouth, began to outline them with the tips of his lips, and he began to kiss them, slowly at first, then not holding back. He took one finger in his mouth and began to suck gently, making her cry out with sharp pleasure.

His hand began to caress her breasts again, and after a few seconds, desire revived in all its strength. Brent kissed her palm, then began kissing her forehead and eyelashes, cheeks and neck.

Something had changed in him, Caroline felt it, but soon she could no longer think of anything. Brent put his hand between her legs again, stroking gently until all other sensations disappeared for her, until her hips arched, her heart pounded in her chest, and her breathing became choppy.

Then the count rose over her again, put his free hand on her cheek and rested his forehead on her forehead.

Hug me, ”he commanded softly, advancing with a strong body and aiming again at the entrance between her legs.

Caroline nodded and grabbed him by the shoulders. Then, completely covering her mouth with his, he tensed with his whole body and swiftly entered her, deeply and completely filling her with himself.

She dug her nails into his skin, arched her back and exhaled sharply against his lips. Tears filled her eyes, streamed down her cheeks, and Brent began to kiss her tenderly, affectionately, catching them with his lips.

The count didn’t move a muscle, except for the gentle thrusts of his kisses, and after a few seconds the pain inside and between his legs began to subside. Caroline breathed in as deeply as possible, relaxing. Feeling that the anxiety left her, Brent moved his hand to her chest and began to lightly stroke, squeeze the nipple; his hand slid with the back of his hand under the poured flesh, gently massaging, wrapping his whole hand around and caressing. Caroline fidgeted a little, worried as the tension began to build up with renewed vigor, and wondering what to do, but then felt Brent begin to move inside her.

He deepened the kiss, tongue fluttering over her lips, and then swiftly and completely plunging into her mouth. Caroline put her arms around his neck and, obeying an innate, as old as the world impulse, began to move her hips in the same rhythm with him.

Brent let out a groan, breathed frequently, and quickened his pace. Caroline followed his example, surrendering to the power of an unknown, magical action, sobbing in response to his touch, substituting tightly closed eyes under his kisses, reveling in wonderful, new sensations inside her being, feeling how they bloom and reach for the light like rose petals in the morning sun.

Brent suddenly pulled away from her lips and pounced on her nipple, sucking, licking, kissing, teasing. Then he switched to the second and did the same with him. Caroline pressed into the pillow, wrapped her legs around Brent's hips to pull him closer, and ran her fingers through his hair.

He began to rotate his hips, changing the rhythm, and Caroline slowly realized that he lifted his head and body and freezes directly above her.

She licked her lips, besotted with desire, voluptuous as never before. With great difficulty she opened her heavy eyelids and saw Brent studying her intently, serious and focused. Leaning on one hand, with the other he caressed her breasts, neck, and then her cheek with soft, sensual touches.

Caroline instinctively pushed herself towards him harder, faster, harder, meeting his every jerk with her own, longing for freedom from the torment, moaning softly, holding his head entangled in her hair, biting her lip, looking into his serious, dark eyes, desperate to open the secret of what he was giving her. Then, somewhere in the far corner of her mind, she heard his voice.

Let it happen, my dear wife ...

Suddenly she opened the treasury. In all its splendor and beauty, pleasure seized her from the inside and burst out in a sparkling stream, making her scream, cling to Brent, close her eyes in ecstasy that touched every nerve and rolled through every cell of her body.

You are mine, ”the count said quietly, watching her face and running his thumb over her lips. Then he crouched down to her, kissed her neck and once again whispered in her ear: - You belong to me.

Caroline buried her head in his neck, letting her breathing slow down. She smoothly descended into reality, feeling the bliss subside to peace, knowing that her heart could break from the caress of his words, from the tenderness in his voice.

Brent sat up slowly again and looked at his wife. With one hand he supported himself on the bed, and with the other he caressed her neck and breasts. Sliding his palm lower, he spread her thighs under him and began to sway again, gradually building up the heat to feverish madness.

Today, many clips have been created in which the girl dances with her booty, in particular, such movements with the sirloin are the hallmark of Shakira and Beyoncé. The dance of these singers is simply mesmerizing, it is impossible to take your eyes off the rhythmic movements of the buttocks, as well as the plasticity and grace of the divas.

Learn to dance the way they can, and it's best to do it in specialized school under the guidance of an experienced instructor.

However, if you do not have this opportunity, you can purchase a special video course or include a clip from one of the singers and start practicing on your own.

Preparation for classes

How to learn to dance the booty beautifully? First of all, this requires an enormous desire. If you have an abundance of this, create a suitable atmosphere: clean up your space, remove all things and objects that may interfere and turn on the appropriate music, for example, hip-hop, Brazilian funk or something similar.

Nothing should hinder your movements, so clothes should be comfortable and light. Turn on the light and stand in front of a large mirror so you can watch yourself from the side. You can learn to dance at home only after warming up and stretching your muscles, otherwise you can interrupt the training course for a long time due to joint or tendon injury.

At first, it will be quite difficult, especially if you previously neglected physical labor and sports. Therefore, experts advise first to get in shape a little: pump the muscles of the buttocks and abdomen.

There is nothing better than squats and classic abdominal exercises called "Scissors" and "Bicycle". Having become the owner of stronger and more prominent gluteal muscles, you can start practicing at home.

To learn to dance "Booty shake dance", which is called " dance of shaking buttocks", It is necessary to perform movements in the following order:

• stand facing the mirror and slightly bend your knees;
• resting your hands on them, imagine that someone put a live fish in your panties and your task is to push it out with an alternating movement of the buttocks;
• legs and arms should not move, the body should be kept straight.

We learn to dance with an incendiary booty: as soon as this exercise is mastered, you can proceed to the next one, which implies movement of the booty and hip:

1. stand straight, bend your knees slightly, place your hands at waist level;
2. start moving in a circle with the whole pelvis, first in one direction, then in the other direction;
3. having mastered this rather simple movement, you can move on to shaking your booty. Watch how the girl's booty dances on the screen: her buttocks move rhythmically up and down. Do the same at a slow pace at first, gradually speeding up.

Beyoncé's movement technique

You can learn such movements at home. This will require a little patience, perseverance, and after a couple of weeks of regular training, you can surprise your loved one or your friends by showing a couple of movements at a party in the club.

Training stages:

• Stand straight with your feet slightly wider than your shoulders, bend your knees slightly. Keep your shoulders straight and your back slightly arched so that your stomach sticks out a little forward;
• Now you need to bring the pelvis so that the lower back is a straight line, with your shoulders slightly lean forward;
• Pull your ass back. To do this, the lower back needs to be bent a little, lean forward with your chest, and take your shoulders back;
• Smoothly repeat all movements, gradually increasing speed. The exercise will be fully mastered if you move at maximum speed without losing rhythm;
• Now you need to involve your hands in the process, because Beyoncé moves them too. Place them at chest level. Extend your elbows and point your wrists forward. When bringing the buttocks back, the arms need to be slightly apart, and the chest must be pushed forward. When the priest goes down, they need to be brought together and the shoulders slightly moved forward;
• You can add a jump if you want. Before you start shaking your booty, you just need to jump forward.

Shakira's technique of movements

How to learn to dance a sexy booty at home? Singer Shakira does it simply bewitching: in all her appearance, the feminine principle and a touch of primitive magic are felt.

Striptease training is necessary not only for dancers who make this dance their profession, but also for women who do not want to get into the ranks of boring companions. Not a single man has yet missed the opportunity to look at a beautiful striptease.

Now formed special system exercises called strip plasty. "Hip Movement in Strip Plasty" is a short video tutorial describing basic movements this dance.

Video lesson "Hip movements in strip plasty"

Basic elements

Strip plasty effectively affects weight loss, the development of plasticity, flexibility. A woman begins to feel her sexuality, learns to express her emotions through dance.

The execution of a complex of strip plastic movements does not imply exposure, but they look no less exciting than a frank striptease.

In this video, the dancer describes and shows an integral part of the dance - hip movements. These movements are studied in three directions:

1. Move your hips to the right and left.
2. Oscillations back and forth.
3. Circular movements.

The dancer will explain in what position the body should be and how to correctly perform each element.

Beautiful hips

Basic hip movements in strip plasty will be interesting for beginner dancers. They can learn and practice at home by watching this video tutorial. The girl clearly demonstrates the material described and the students will not have problems with repetition.

The thighs are one of the most exciting parts of a woman's body. Having learned to sexually perform movements of the hips, the lady gets a powerful weapon. The exercises shown will help you not only learn the elements of the dance, but also make your gait elastic and feminine.

He:
Nuuu ... I love initiative girls, initiative. I imagine how we kiss. At first, slowly, lightly touching the lips with your lips. Then I lightly grab your lower lip and suck it in.
Letting go. I run my tongue over my upper lip and smack you on both lips.
Then I kiss you desperately, as if I'm thirsty, and you are the only source from which I can drink.
You raise your arms and press your palms against my chest. I wrap my arms around your waist and start kissing your neck and shoulders.

She:
narrate...

He:
And then you suddenly show your initiative.
You slightly push me away so that I sit on the sofa and sit next to me. I stroke your hair, shoulders, back. You run your hand from the knee to my thigh and then to the fly. You unbutton the lock and swear by the belt. I help you, and you start stroking my bump in trousers with your fingers.

She:
I sit on your lap, run my nails down the back of your head and squeeze your hair. We kiss.
With one hand you stroke my thighs, rising higher and higher. With your other hand, you press me with all your strength against your chest. My back arches and our bodies touch and rhythmically rub against each other.
A choked, soft moan breaks through the kiss.
Your hand rises higher and higher on the thigh, it is already under the dress. You lower your other hand and squeeze my buttocks tightly but gently with your palms.
I begin to gasp with passion, and the kiss is interrupted for a second. Your lips drop to my neck and you bite it lightly, and then kiss passionately. A hoarse moan escapes my lips. The rhythm quickens.
You pull off my dress over my head and help me immediately take off your shirt. Now our skin is in contact.

* continue, or do you?

He:
Continue, otherwise my hand is busy)))

She:
Egoist!!! I continue!

You grab me by the waist, lift me and throw me on the bed. Now I lie on my back and you are above me. You pull off your pants with one hand, I help you. We don't stop kissing. You move your lips to my neck and sink to my chest. Your hand slides down my belly and slips into my panties.
From your chest, your lips return to mine again. Your fingers smoothly caress my labia. One hand of mine strokes the back of your head. The second one I lower down your back and at the waist I transfer it to your stomach, and then I slip it into your panties. I wrap my hand around your penis and start massaging it up and down.

Your eyelids begin to tremble with pleasure, and a soundless moan escapes from your lips. Your fingers are accelerating, and mine is accelerating to the rhythm. And you put your finger into me. A barely audible shiver penetrates my body, my eyes roll back. The back arches and I break away from your lips for a moment. I pull off your panties, but you don't touch mine yet. This is the only piece of clothing left. My hand is massaging your penis, and the nails of the second dug into your shoulder.
We can no longer continue the kiss, too deep breathing mixed with quiet moans. But our lips still touch.

You put your second finger into me, the rhythm becomes faster and more violent. My head tilts back and a loud sigh escapes my lips. The nails of both hands dig into your back.
You rip my panties and throw them away without getting up from me. No clothes left. You put your fingers into me again, but after a second you take them out and enter me. Our groan merges - mine is loud and yours is barely audible.

Your movements are smooth and accurate, you completely nestle against me and stop for a few seconds. We look into each other's eyes.
My lips are red and swollen from kissing, pupils dilated, eyelids twitch. We begin to kiss gently and "deeply". You begin to move very slowly and smoothly in me.
Moans through the kiss.
The pace increases, the kiss is "broken" from deep breathing. You take one of my legs and throw it over your shoulder. You rise on your hand and jerk into me. I put the other leg on your waist.
You reduce the range of motion, smoothly and slowly move your pelvis. You do not leave me completely, but you do not penetrate deeply either. My hands are thrown over my head and rest against the back of the bed, my eyelids tremble

Mmmmmmmmmm
After a minute of smooth sex, you abruptly and without warning enter me as deeply as you can.
Loud moan, nails of one hand scratching the headboard, nails of the other dig into your shoulder.
Your movements become sharp and aggressive. Amplitude and tempo rise sharply to a maximum. You are entering me with very deep jerks. My moans grow louder, but you hear your heartbeat even more distinctly ...

* left for a vibrator ... read it and now you continue

He:
I suggest you take your time and prolong the pleasure. I freeze and enjoy the sight of your naked body, you under me, your rapid breathing, interrupted when I begin to move inside you.

How do you feel about changing your posture? Do you like the back or the top?

She:
Both, in any order ...
now you describe ...

He:
I rise and slowly walk out of you. I feel like you don't want to let me go, but you have to, honey, you have to))).
We get off the couch and onto the floor. I hug you to me, feeling with pleasure your smooth skin under my palms, hard rough nipples rubbing against my chest, your hot, intermittent breathing.
I run my palm from the shoulder to your ass and squeeze it tightly. We kiss. This time without preludes - deeply and eagerly, intertwining with tongues and enjoying the heady scent of our bodies.

I take you by the shoulders and turn you to the sofa. I continue to stroke you. One hand travels from your lower abdomen to your chest, and her fingers begin to draw circles around your nipple.
The other hand, on the contrary, comes off the chest, which she caressed and goes down, between your legs. I feel your phlegm with my fingers. I tease you a little with my fingers again, playing dirty with your lower lips. I put one finger between them and begin to move them back and forth. Shallow, but each time pressing lightly on the place where your lips converge.

I release your hair from your neck and shoulders, pulling them aside and start kissing you. First behind the ear, into your delicate neck. I can smell your wonderful scent. It is in this place that the smell of a woman is especially pleasant.

My finger continues its movements below, between your lips, penetrating deeper and deeper over and over again.
I kiss you below. Where the neck almost ended and the shoulder began. Then I go down even lower. Now I kiss your shoulder, but this is not enough for me. I go down even lower and cover all the way from your shoulder to your ass with kisses and the last "control" kiss you get right into the plumpest, but elastic part of your body. The other half of your ass also gets my kiss.

I am on my knees in front of you and turn you to me. Now before me is a great sight of your swollen lips. I kiss you right into them. And then I slowly run my tongue around them.
I kiss your lips again, but now my tongue replaces my finger and touches your clitoris.
You let out a loud groan and grab your fingers into my head. I begin to passionately kiss your lower lips, over and over again running my tongue between them.

I get up and turn your back to me again. I put one hand on your lower abdomen, inviting you to move your pelvis closer to me, and with the other I lightly press on your shoulder, forcing you to bend over and rest your hands on the sofa.

I admire this picture for a few moments, and then I put my cock to your lips. I press lightly and it penetrates deeper into your hot flesh.
You moan softly and tilt your head forward. Your shoulders tighten, and your fingers dig into the crumpled sheets.

Abruptly I enter deep inside you, as far as possible. I firmly hold your hips so that you cannot dodge and penetrate deeper and deeper, until I finally feel something that my cock rests against.
Now I'm slowly walking out, but not completely.
You can't stand it and your ass itself begins to go towards my penis.
I increase the speed of the blows and you succumb to me every time. One of my hands leaves your thigh and moves to your chest. I squeeze her tightly, but gently so as not to hurt.

I keep pounding you. Hammer. This word is perhaps the most suitable. I pound you madly from behind, and you moan and shake your head. I see that you like this crazy ride and that makes you even more excited.

I put my hand on your tummy while I continue to hold my thighs with the other. Now it is not you who voluntarily go to meet me, but I speed up your movement.
I slightly lift you and you seem to be flying in my hands, feeling with what a frantic pace I plant you between your legs. The leather pouch of my testicles beats against your ass. Each of my movements begins to accompany your sobbing, and between my legs every time I squelch when I forcefully pierce you.

I can feel my cock go numb, preparing for a sudden volley.
Can I cum inside you?

She:
You get out of me, lie on your back on the bed. You pull my hand, inviting me to sit on top. I turn around and kneel over you, I am not sitting down yet. I lean on my hands and bend over to your face. We start kissing slowly ... half a minute, maybe a minute. Breathing has time to recover, but remains deep.

I tear myself away from your lips, rise above you and slowly sit on your cock. Your eyes close with pleasure, your hands squeeze my thighs.
I slowly begin to move up and down, put my hand on yours and move it up - on my chest. You squeeze and stroke her.
I put my other hand behind my back and lower it down to where our bodies touch. I begin to stroke and massage your testicles.

I stop rising and falling and start moving back and forth and from side to side, slowly but gradually increasing the pace.
your hand goes down my belly, lower ...
you stick your finger between us and begin to gently rub my clitoris.

I arch my back and lean back, increasing the pressure on your cock. My movements are getting faster, my range of motion is growing. I put my hands on your knees, and you put your hands on my hips to help me move faster. Even faster .. even stronger.
I am unable to control my groan. Your breathing is getting louder.
I lean forward, putting my hands on your shoulders. Nails dig into your skin, but not hard, you can feel my hands trembling. My lips are trembling. I keep moving.

You take me by the waist and without leaving me you turn me onto my back. You don't slow down, you just increase it. Deeper and deeper. My legs are wrapped around your back, my hands rest on the back of the bed, scratching it.

No longer a moan - a scream. I bite my lip, my eyes roll, a tear rolls down. Ringing in my head, I hear every heartbeat.
You don't slow down ...

will you finish?

He:
I hard and abruptly enter you, piercing through your flesh over and over again. Through the veil of pleasure, I see your hair scattered in wet locks on your forehead, closed eyes, a smile. The edges of your lips tremble, and every time I enter you, a sharp scream escapes from them.
I bite into your lips and begin to move only the pelvis, no longer leaving you completely, but only halfway and immediately go back towards your uterus.

I kiss your eyes, your flushed cheeks, your neck. I kiss your nipples, and I myself press you closer to me, feeling a wave of growing pleasure.
You press me with all the strength to yourself, and I feel the contraction of your vagina. There are tears in the corners of your eyes. You are moaning loudly in exhaustion and this is your decisive move that makes me shoot sperm right into your body.

I feel like shot after shot emptying the contents of my testicles. We cuddle closer to each other and lie in silence, eyes closed, recalling the fantastic pleasure that we had to experience thanks to each other.

She:
mmmmmmmmmm
do you want to go back to the debate about economics?