my hand with her fingers, pulled her to her and took my finger in her mouth. At first, I simply kissed him with my wet lips, then closed my eyes and began to suck him. Damn, if what she does with my finger is her lips, teeth and tongue

She will do with my dick, I'll go crazy. From such thoughts I felt dizzy, I could barely stand on my feet. Little naughty. She saw what result her games had on me. Reluctantly she let go of my finger. I unzipped her pants, pulled them off. She bent over and pulled off her socks and remained in some panties, which dazzled by a white triangle stood out against the background of her slightly tanned skin.

She sat very straight, threw back her head and looked into my eyes. Toli mysteriously, Toli smiled shyly. I ran my hands through her red hair. She clung to me. I ran my fingers over my shoulders, along the line of the clavicle, through the hair on my chest. Touched tongue to my nipple. I started to lick him easily, drawing imaginary lines on my back with my fingers. I closed my eyes, buried my face in her hair. As if on my skin with a soft brush they paint new patterns that I don’t understand. They intertwine, take the form of hieroglyphs, signs. stretch from my shoulders to my chest, farther to the stomach, lower ...

I opened my eyes, took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts in the proper order. But she wouldn't let me do it. She lowered her fingers below my belly, bowed her head, so I only saw her neck and shoulders.

A little more and I can not stand it, not even starting.

I leaned over, put my hands under her divorced legs, grabbed her ass and lifted her. She clutched at my shoulders, afraid to fall. I raised her higher, she laughed softly.

My red kitten, my little girl ...

I carried her to the couch. Laid on it. She childishly shyly covered her breast with her hand. I sank to her on the floor. Kneeling off, she took her hand, covering her chest. I kissed her, she caught my tongue with her lips. Our languages ​​are intertwined. I felt her body tense, pressed it with one hand stronger to himself, put his other hand along her body. Spent on the fabric of her panties, down there they were slightly wet. I squeezed harder. She arched her back with a groan. I pulled off her panties. Pulled away. She lay in front of me, naked, looking from under her eyelashes. Her hair was disheveled, her lips were wet, her cheeks and bridge of her nose reddened slightly.

I leaned forward and grabbed her legs, she put them on my shoulders, wove them behind my back. I started kissing her belly, the inside of her thighs. He ran his hand along the curls of her pubic hair. She was trembling all over. I parted her lips, everything inside was already wet, even wet. I spent along the small lips tongue. She answered me with a low moan. I caught her clitoris with my lips, began to lick him, slowly at first, barely touching him. The groans became louder. I looked away for a moment, look at her. She lay with closed eyes, breathing heavily and caressing her chest with her fingers. I again bent over her lips, put my hand on them, pressed it harder and began to drive in a circle. Grabbing the clitoris and small lips with the palm. She arched her back and clung to my shoulders. I again stopped the movement, left my hand on her pussy, only the index finger and middle finger parted, so that the pearl of the clitoris was just between them. I started pulling her tongue. The finger of the other hand launched into her cave, then the next finger and began to examine it from the inside. Without ceasing to caress her tongue, making that strong short touch, then gentle and long.

It was already so hot that the moisture flowed from her, and I licked these drops. I wanted to drink it all down. I tried to suck it all over. But here I felt the approach of her orgasm. She's all tense like a string under my fingers. I began to move my ass in time with the touch of my tongue. Her groans had already passed to the cries.She could not restrain herself anymore. I started teasing her clit even more and faster, moving my fingers into her vagina deeper and more persistently. Here her screams again went to a whisper and I was able to distinguish words. "I can no longer ... I will die ... no, let me go ... I'm scared ... I will die ..." She asked me to stop, to stop, but at the same time she whispered "more ... more ...". She arched all over, spread her arms, clasped her nails into the cover of the sofa. I saw that the moment had come, and continued to caress her caress. She seemed to be choked up in her own moans, now screaming, now whispering something unintelligible ... I felt that she seemed to be shocked with electric current, she was trembling and almost every moment trembled and with a moan relaxed, but then she seemed to be pierced by the next blow. .

After a few moments, she fell on the coverlet, pulled me to her, pressed her whole body to me and relaxed a little. So we lay for some time, until her quiet voice came out ... "Can I have water?" You are welcome". I broke loose and rushed into the kitchen.

He returned with a glass, she had already put on her panties, threw my shirt over my shoulders. Sits on the edge of the couch, barefoot, disheveled, in a men's shirt. “Just like a child,” I thought again. I gave her a glass and went to the window, opened the doors, took out a cigarette and a lighter. I stand, I smoke, thoughts in my head begin to gain clarity.

I did not hear her approach and stand behind my back. Only felt the warmth of her breasts. I dragged on. She was standing behind me, stretched her arms to my chest, held her down. I felt a desire rise up towards her hands again. She put her hands to my fly, I was all tense, the member under the cloth of jeans stood up, dimmed in my eyes again. I pulled harder, and at that moment, she deftly threw the zipper of her pants and ran her hand into my jeans. I almost coughed, from her touch. Threw a cigarette butt out the window. I turned to her, her hand slipped out of my pants.

I sat on the window sill looked at her. She was still barefoot and in one shirt. I took her chin with my hand, looked into her eyes. She licked her dry lips with her tongue, then also without taking her eyes off me, approached me, unbuttoned the belt, the button on the jeans, slid her hand over my stomach. Then with her fingers she pushed the cloth of the pants off and pulled out my dick. She ran a tongue over it, took it in her hand and began to lick his head. Damn, everything in my head clouded over, I could not hold back a groan. Launched a hand into her hair. She did not come off my dick. Kissing and licking it, lightly nibbling the head. Here she draws a line along its entire length with a wet tongue, and here she kisses the very tip of the head and caresses it slightly with the tongue. Here she opens the sponge takes it. He tries to take it all entirely in his mouth. My head is spinning, my heart is beating ...

I look ... she then swallows it, as it can deeply, then almost lets it out. She starts to lower her hand and caresses my balls, rolls them in her palm, squeezes them. Another second and I will finish. With the fingers of the other hand, she drives my cock, squeezing them with a tight ring ... I feel that now, another second and I will finish. And this instant comes, as if something explodes in me, I finish. She does not break away from me, her hands still continue to give me caresses. Her lips kiss the trunk of my penis, lick drops of liquid, swallow it all. And I am so pleased, to the pain ...

I run my hand through her hair, lift her up. She stands, looking up at me, I see a drop of my liquid on her lips. She licks her lips. Looks at me with a blurred look. I feel I want her again ...

I kiss the tips of her fingers, her palm, she lifts herself on tiptoes and kisses my lips. I feel my taste on my lips. I pick her up in my arms and lower her onto the floor, onto the carpet, lie down next to her. I look at her. She looks at me and waits. So it takes a few seconds or minutes. I lean towards her and kiss her. I feel her trembling tongue in her mouth, I feel the heat and trembling of her body.She wraps me around, cuddles up to me, I put one hand under her head, the other I pass over her body. On the breast, on the nipples, below, on the stomach, even lower, on the mound of her pubis, below, on the inside of her thighs. I spread her legs apart. She wraps them around me. I open her cave with my fingers. It seems to flare up at my touch. I stop for a moment before entering. She opens her eyes slightly, looks at me, as if she is going to say something to me, and that is when words should come off her lips, I enter her with a sharp push.

Her pupils dilate, she screams. I begin to move in it, slowly at first, mastering. Then, speeding up and speeding up my movements, I go into it deeper and deeper. She moans and arches her back. We are like a mechanism, a perpetual motion machine. Not a second stop, the delay - death. As if the whole purpose of my life is one movement in it. I take her by the shoulders, she presses against me. A sharp turn and now it is on me. It starts to move slowly, but I accelerate the pace, throwing it up. I hold her by the hips, impale myself. My little rider. She bends down, wraps her arms around my neck, presses her cheek against my cheek, her breasts with my breasts, my stomach with his stomach. I feel the whole depth. We do not stop. Her screams, my screams, everything mixes up. A bright flash, I seem to be breaking somewhere down into the hot sea. I will not let her go. never...