The city ... the sleeping city, the extinct city ... only the light of the moon and dim lanterns give a certain reality to the combinations of nature and the noosphere that form this megalopolis ... the inhabitants sleep so hard that I myself begin to get confused in the thin, barely perceptible transitions between a reality and not a reality ... and, by the way, what's the difference - let's say this is a dream ... then, all the more, my fantasies have the right to show their strange faces ...
... we are walking in a sleeping city and no one ever breaks our privacy ... your presence, the smell of hair, your body finally drives me crazy ... button by button ... detail by detail ... your clothes disappear into the bag hanging on my shoulder ... even the shoes are buried there ... the completely naked body is phosphorescent in the light of the moon, and the bare feet, accustomed to such a state, as if fluttering over the pavement ... sleeping city, I with insanely burning eyes, and you, surrendered to the warm night wind - we are moving forward towards ... what? ... I do not know ... Rome ...
... the breeze is very difficult ... he plays with your hair, caresses his cheeks, neck, shoulders, chest ... his sensual fingers make him pour nipples with juice ... look at the shadow, dear Alenka! ... even the moon is not indifferent to you - it duplicates your chest against the background of grass with a clear outline ... and the wind doesn’t calm down - pats you on the ass, buries its velvet tongue between the legs ... it really worries you - hips move apart slightly to make way for this son of the night ...
... how beautiful your breasts are all the same! ... I can no longer control myself ... fingers caressing nipples, already live independent lives ... they squeeze them, they pull off and unscrew ... it hurts you, but you stand I can’t stand back or push away my hands before me ... this pain generates and mixes with such pleasure that your eyes fill with a prayer at the same time that I stop and continue infinitely this sweet torture ... my nipples are so tense that it seems as if they would burst and expire with nectar ... two scarlet wild tulips in the middle virgin snow ...
we go further ... I want this path to be endless ... the space around us seems to condense and the movements become smooth and slow ... clear milk with sparkles of hoarfrost ... you lean forward slightly and seem to lean on this strange fog ... I push your buttocks apart and with my fingertip dipped in saliva, gently massage the anus ... then slowly insert my finger ... a few movements inside ... and we move on ...
... my hand seems to be carrying you under your ass ... with every step you feel more and more the heat and pulse of my finger inside you: this fire, penetrating every nerve of the body, explodes with small fountains in the tip of your tongue, nipples, and earlobes, the clitoris ... your lips are so delightfully moist and parted, it only remains for me to bury my mouth in them ... I drink your saliva, lick the sky, my teeth and strive with my tongue to the very throat ... it seems to you that my tongue and finger are ass joining somewhere inside the body and twisting in an incredible spiral ...
I am insane ... with you I am doubly insane ... I come to myself at that moment when you, standing in front of me on my knees, unbutton my jeans and clasp my lips ... my tongue is fast, like a sting of a snake, tender like a rose petal ... my palm falls on your head and I begin to move not able to overcome the desire to get into you as far as possible ... you do not resist even though you feel pain and lack of air from sharp shocks: only tears run down two cheeks: finally , I penetrate the very throat, I feel your moist lips at the very base nii member and tongue, sliding on my testicles ... now you yourself are completely at the mercy of this swing and wild voluptuousness spreading through the body: fingers dig into the buttocks and, every time, leaning my head towards my movement, you literally throat on your penis .. . more more more... but you stop, get up and we move on ...
... how do a man and a woman go together? there are a lot of options - arm in arm, arm in arm ... you and I are not like everyone else ... your palm is holding my penis, and not hidden in jeans, and my finger is again in your ass ... we go towards to those trees and that cat sitting in the moonlight ... you are so excited that moisture drips down your hips in small droplets ... I catch them with my hand and lick my tongue ...
button by button, detail by detail ... my clothes, like on a hanger, are located on the bushes ... you lie down on a spread shirt, lift the legs and, spreading it apart, press your knees with your hands to your chest ... your orchid is so beautiful that I cannot look away ... open the petals, penetrate the corolla with my fingers, touch the clitoris easily ... every movement causes your body to tremble and moan, so familiar to me and so exciting for me ... I bend down and apply my lips ... I drink juice, which appears again and again, I climb the tongue between the lips, easy nibbling them, bowing his lips clitoris and touch the top of the tip of his tongue ... we do not move and move ... the world stopped and frantically rushes ... where? ... I do not know ... we'll see ...
... in one motion I enter you and freeze, and then another push ... I move with some wild frenzy, as if this is our last night, as if this is the last night before the end of the world ... the way it is - burn everything blue flame, let everything collapse ... and now I want you and take you ... here you are - completely mine, naked, open, moaning and squirming under me ... do you want more? ... do you want to go deeper? ... I will reach your heart, I will squeeze all nectar from nipples with my fingers, I will drink your tongue, my girl! ... shout louder! ... the moon will understand you, the cat will answer ... cr chi, because your cry - music of the spheres, a sonata of hell, angels singing ...
... at the last moment I slip out and rush to the greedily open mouth, but I don’t have time - the sperm splashes out on eyelashes, cheeks, lips ... you lick the last drops of it from the head of the penis and I drop down beside me ... the pearls of amazing fluid glisten on your face, making it completely unreal ... is it you, Alenka? ... are you next to me or is it time for me to wake up? ... to deceive Morpheus, collect finger drops of sperm from your face and you absorb them with your tireless tongue:
what do you do with me, my happiness: pressing my hot lips to your ear, I whisper about my last wish: without words, you humbly stand on your knees wide apart and, having bent your back, lay down your chest on the ground: you open your buttocks and buttocks gently with your hands but tightly wraps the head of the member entering the anus: push: and your moan, reflecting on the stars, forever splits the reality that I hate:
the city sleeps so hard that all my fantasies have the right to show teeth: and your teeth are yours, Sunny ...