my neck I fell to her chest, not stopping the caress of her bosom. I tickled and licked her nipples, and my hand rushed at the entrance to the vagina, then fluttered with a moth at the swollen clitoris, then penetrating between the lips of the labia and stroking it. But I could not go deeper. I dipped my fingers with my saliva and rubbed it on the lips of the genitals. He moaned and smiled, between her legs she felt wet and my fingers were able to get inside. She sighed deeply and languidly.

With my thumb, I gently rubbed the clitoris, while the ring and index fingers worked inside, trying to get deeper and deeper. With one hand she pressed my head with caressing lips to her breast, and with her fingers the other nipple was pulling at her. She threw back her head, and I could see the expression of bliss on her beautiful face with parted moist lips. “How I want you to kiss my boyfriend,” I thought. She climbed to the top of bliss. I felt this by the fact that she began to press my head closer to herself, and the hand that was pulling on the nipple was simply clutching her chest with her whole palm. Suddenly, she gasped out with a loud moan, and her body shook several times on the wave of orgasm. She hugged me tightly, and her hand squeezed the honey of her legs, not letting go of the gap that had run out of love juices. I lay on her and felt the sweet grease flowing down her arm between her legs and her legs trembling, squeezing my delightful hand.

A minute later she relaxed and stretched out on the bed. I kissed her neck and chest, stroking my hand over her stomach. She breathed deeply and smiled blissfully. I was already thinking that it was time to continue, as if she had guessed my thoughts, opened her eyes and slowly began to sink to the member, covering my breasts and stomach with kisses. It seemed to never end. She caressed me so gently that I was ready to explode at the touch of a member. And so she came down to him. Hot lips caressed the body around him. She kissed the stomach, thighs, touched the testicles with her tongue, and then plunged my fighter into her mouth almost to the ground. She was so gentle with him! I licked the tip of my tongue, rubbed my lips against the trunk, and covered it again and again with a ring of soft lips. Her mouth was wet and hot and I could not hold back. I was lying on my back and was ready to be discharged into this gentle, caressing my flesh, mouth. Suddenly she behaved very unexpectedly. She took my legs under my knees, lifted them up and spread her wide so that I found myself in the pose of the woman in labor. Holding my cock in her hand, she began to lick my anus! I never felt attracted to men and this kind of affection seemed very unusual to me. But it was SO nice! She tried to get her tongue inside me, stroking a pulsing hand with her hand. She very abundantly moistened my anus, and I felt her insert a finger in there! Wow! A woman fucks me in the ass! I wanted to rebel, but I was so hot, and it was so nice because her hands were so tender that I decided not to resist. And here she again took my dick in her mouth and began to move intensively up and down, continuing to play with her finger in the anus. Oh, what a sensation it was. I've never felt so good. Never before have I finished so violently! She froze her lips on the penis and, when she swallowed everything, began to lick him with already soothing movements. How to lick ice cream. Several times I started again and the member began to fall. She smiled happily. Rolling over onto her back, she lay down next to me and laid her head on her shoulder. In my brain something perechelknulo, as it happens when you finish. As if the epiphany came. I looked at her and saw no longer an attractive business woman, but a tired old woman.How could I not pay attention to this loose, wrinkled chest? These huge flabby buttocks? Mom, and how many wrinkles on her face! She is all wrinkled like Baba Yaga! Sagging cheeks, double chin, brown marks of senile pigmentation on the neck and arms! And these terrible, sticking sideways joints at the big toes. And the fingers themselves are with gnarled joints and white marks of the old fungus on the nails. I started to stir up. She smelled of sweat and sperm, and she was still kissing. Oh, how I feel bad. But I couldn't just push her away and leave. I said I needed to go to the bathroom and left the room. In the bathroom, I bathed furiously, as if trying to wash off all the tamarins of touch. My conscience tormented me. “After all, we were good. What should I do now? But why did I get so drunk? I don’t want to come back to her, I don’t want to lie with her in bed, I don’t want her to touch me! ”Many men probably thought so at least once in their life.

I was disgusted by the thought that all this happened. “She's so ugly!” I thought. “What will happen next? How do I work with her in the same enterprise now? ”When I left the bathroom, I saw her in the kitchen. She sat in a bathrobe and smoked silently. Strange, I never knew she smoked. I entered the kitchen. She looked at me sadly and said ... “You can leave right away, you can spend the night in the hall. As you want". I left right away. I felt like a complete nonentity. Even now it sometimes feels like a sensation, because we still work at the same enterprise and meet almost every day. Strangely enough, she again seems attractive to me, but the memories of that evening make me drive all thoughts of her away. I find it hard to imagine what she thinks, but I feel like a last bastard.