The following is the purest truth ...

Now I recall this with a sweet regret that this will not happen again. It all started trite: the usual booze at the hut. It ended too trite. Only not for me, I do not combine drunkenness and sex. An exception happened on that day. We drank, talked, went mad ... I will not stop at this, this is not about this story. Morning came, everyone skumarilo, in a two-room apartment I had to put everyone to sleep: 5 guys and me. Four were located in the bedroom on the couch and two cots, and one was already sleeping on my bed. This “one” was a very cute 18-year-old male, whom I saw on this day for the first time in my life, and from the very beginning I laid eyes on him. In the process of gatherings, he made several attempts to approach, but I did not give a reason and did not respond with any reciprocity. And now ... OH ... ((drunk)) ... lies on my pastels ... "Right now, something will happen," - flashed through my subconscious, although my mind stubbornly denied that I want it! lay down beside ((without undressing)), showing with all his appearance that he intended to sleep. Without opening his eyes, he reached out with his hand to me, put it on his waist ... I fell ill, anticipating "not good" ... I was pretty drunk, I remember everything is a bit, "like a fog" ... After a while, the surface caresses, he climbed on me ... I was not less excited than he, I wanted and liked everything that was happening no less than e at ...

At the same time, I understood that it was not desirable to do sex ... But I did not want to stop, it was so nice ... But the guy's sympathy played a part for him. Our drunken tongues were so awkward in each other’s mouth, and their eyes were sleepy and half-closed, but this didn’t deprive the situation of buzz ... He began to undress me, and I asked him with a full voice to stop him, although my eyes, my actions , my whole being spoke about the opposite ... He was gentle ... Lifting his blouse, he put his lips into my nipple. He caressed me, I lay aloof, not giving any signs of life, it was, of course, pleasant, but he didn’t notice it. He caressed me, but did not see recoil, and even was surprised out loud about this ... The fact is that, like a typical scorpion, I have the most erogenous - these are the genitals ... Therefore, when his hand penetrated my panties - it was super-wet ... "Now it’s clear that I’ve been excited for a long time?" "Yeah ..." That's it ... SOMETHING started. I don’t know - whether it was the alkagol that had an effect on me, or HE, or the period is auspicious, but I just FLY. His hands, member, tongue did something indescribable with my body. My shameless moans did not stop for a minute. There were words to say, as I feel good! Twisting the body and the facial expression ((laughter's grimace)) was more eloquent than any words. He began to undress us. I did not resist. , but they themselves got to the end somewhere ... I relaxed, realizing that now we have no one to interfere. His body turned out to be not great, normal, but to complement the beauty of his face, it would not hurt to pump up. But MEMBER !!! Member hoo th! What you need!

He personally measured 17 cm. How much pleasure he brought to me ... Oooo ... So. After not very long-term intercourse, so to speak, I wondered how he relates to cunnilingus. Normally, - he says, - only you are the first. Okay. - I think. Not really believing him ((judging by his excuses to do cunnilingus first)), I didn’t delay the blowjob, and so ... I teased him a bit to switch roles and check what he was capable of. He refused. Ulamyvaniya not helped. I "offended", even refused to continue the love game. He remained indifferent to this. We fully dressed and went to bed again. This time the prelude was swift and lightning. And now two naked, heated bodies move in the same rhythm ... Kisses, ... caresses, ... my loud groans, ... a distorted languishing face and hair stuck to it ... I already didn’t care about principle, I wanted his cock. I love blowjob ... I told him so when he was standing, and I sat on his knees in front of him: "Do you know why I do this?" "Why?" "Because I LIKE!" I licked it, kissed it, bit it, gently held the tongue from the base to the head, sucked, rubbed ... We changed poses, I moaned even in the missionary position! ((it used to be rare. And not so loud )) Sometimes the moans turned into screams, and I pressed into the pillow or covered my mouth with my palm. Sometimes we broke off from each other and just caressed pyr other.

I remember I was surprised by his moan when I sucked his nipple. I have pressed my lips to his treasure more than once, forcing him to blink with pleasure. I even managed to rip a stifled, mean, male moan from his lips. Regarding my state of absolute buzz, he even said a couple of times: “It’s not a fig you are rushing ... well, it curses ...” Not without incidents. Having lost a bit of balance, he stumbled out of the blue and made a leg in the air , knocked down a pan with buckwheat, from which she flew a pretty decent trajectory, reminding me of a flying saucer. With buckwheat. Heh ... Then we felt more and more ... He seemed not to believe that he was my fifth: (((Unfortunately , all good things come to an end ... He finished, and that was the end. You have to pay for the pleasure: after for a couple of days I reproached myself for the weakness of the spirit that I gave myself to the first comer without even taking care of the protection and public ((the boys and his)) opinion ... I am glad that I most likely will never see him again, he is not local. .. But still it was amazing sex! Despite the fact that there was no cunnilingus ... :)))