Page 63 - Fanget I Tiden oversættelse - caught in time (komplet)-converted

Now she should feel what a real man is like. Trudie laid down on the bed and

lifted her nightgown up, unaroused. Persistently, he tore the cotton underpants
of her, so she layed exposed. Gasping he placed himself on top of his wife.

Moaningly Trudie put her arms around him and squeezed her abdomen against

his. Now she was excited. Uno could feel it. Giving him even more energy. He
bounced back and fought in the darkness after his limb, which he vainly tried to

push in Trudie. It did not find its way and fell down.

The more he tried to bump into her, the smaller his limb became. He slid
and sled, and whispered that she had to grab it and help him. He felt her slender

hand touching his big cock. Now it was sad looking, smelly little skinfold. Like a
soldier refusing to rise to the task.

Drops of sweat came tumbling down, hitting him in one of his eyes, as he

frantically tried to penetrate her.
He desperately wanted to get back inside her, feeling her warm womb

welcoming him. Uno's belly was dripping of sweat, as he pushed his front

against hers. It made his thoughts wander to acts of lesbianism, a comparison he
greatly despised.

"Turn around," he commanded.
Obviously, Trudie turned around on at all four, but immediately began to cough.

Uno kneeled and pinched her ass in small abrupt movements. He once again shot

his abdomen against hers. He rubbed and squeezed, but all blood and power had
left the blade.

"Fucking hell," he grumbled, pushing Trudie off.

Where were his glasses now? With his soldier dangling down between his legs,
he rose and fumbled through the dark rooms, and got to the toilet where the

resentment and discouragement encompassed him.