She voted and I stopped the car.

- Belyaevo - she said. And I realized that the girl is drunk.

- Sit down. - I said, opening the door.

She flopped down on the seat. It was the first hour of the night. Stock trading on the New York Stock Exchange kept me at work until late, yielding substantial income, which allowed me not to care about prices in stores.

I love drunk women and always try to get them drunk before I fuck. They then forget about all their complexes and taboos. The drunk woman even fucks in a special way, without thinking about anything, even in her pussy, even in the ass.

- What's your name? - I asked.

- Ira.

- From the party going?

- Why?

- Just because. What drank?

- Whiskey. It can be seen that drunk?

- It is clear that I had a good time.

- No, I'm drunk, in the nozzle.

Suddenly she asked ...

- You want me?

I looked at her, young, about 18-19 years old, not more.

- Caress yourself, I will look, while we go.

She silently lifted her skirt and began to rub herself, first over the top of her stockings, and then she put her hand inside and rubbed her clit. I could not resist and also stretched out my hand, immediately shoving it in pantyhose and feeling the wet lips of the vagina. Her fingers immediately plunged into the hot honey of her juices.

- You just got fucked?

- Yeah. She mumbled.

“How old are you,” I asked, continuing to caress her.

- 21, why?

“You look good,” I replied, thrusting a finger inside her.

I stopped at a traffic light and continued to study her vagina. She picked up the skirt for herself, freeing her legs and spreading them far to the sides. Tights were tight and she wore panties, which, however, completely soaked with moisture. Her thighs were warm and silky to the touch. She did not shave her pubis and hair tickled my hand. My middle finger went deep into her wet crevice.

The traffic light switched, but it's good that I have an automatic transmission and, without listening to my hands, I drove on. But soon I had to cuddle up to the curb and stop. The girl wanted to finish and began to twitch, and it was already dangerous. The car stopped and I continued to caress her. In the second hand, I began to stroke her legs.

- Stop it, stop it, my little one. - I repeated and stuck my finger deeper and deeper, pinning it to the seat.

- Come on, girl, stop it. She bent and a sharp movement and lowered both pantyhose and underwear to the knees.

- Faster Faster. - she pressed my hand with both hands.

- That's it, my good, like this. Her movements became increasingly convulsive, she was close to orgasm. With one hand, she suddenly pulled off her blouse and pulled off her bra, pulling out her breasts.

- Kiss, nipples, kiss. Her fingers grabbed the protruding nipple and began to crush it without waiting for me to cling to it with my lips.

- Ebi me, ebi, stronger, more, oh, jerking, but jerking !!!

- Oh, you, you drunk pussy, fucked you a little, finish it, bitch, I will jerk you off, you will suck me later, damn drunk.

- Suck, only stronger, even deeper, go there ... fuck me, fuck ..., my sweet.

With my free hand, I unzipped the zipper and pulled out a standing member, pointing it towards this ebony woman.

She grabbed my dick and began to pull it, trying to get into her rhythm. She succeeded in this and I felt a wave of pleasure rolling on me. I absolutely did not expect to fuck her for real, and so, I would not.

The girl was finally finish. From it flowed like a hose. I love it when women end up plentifully, as if peeing. This is actually almost pissed, until she finished, she screamed and twitched in a fit of passion, holding my penis with one hand. Her palm skillfully moved along the member and I let go of myself, filling her with my sperm. I have not fucked for 5 days already, so I threw out all the stock on it.

Finishing, she pressed my palm with her hand and pressed it into herself. From it poured a thick liquid. She leaked onto the seat. Ira went limp, legs, which she squeezed during an orgasm, opened again and lay limply on the torpedo, opening my eyes to her eyes with the liquid flowing out.

- You are master. - she frowned in some kind of half-nap.

- I want to date with you. I will do whatever you want and how you want. Say you love.

- I love women in pantyhose, especially when they are drunk as you are now.

- I'll get drunk for you and I have pantyhose with a hole on ... she hesitated ... pussy. Caress me more. Gently ... rub me.

I moved closer to her, as far as the car's interior allowed it, and again I ran my fingers into her vagina. I gently stroked her lips and still excited clit, pubic hair. Time has lost its meaning. There were only us and our lust. She became excited again. My wife is sometimes so excited if you catch the moment. Then she can jerk off for half an hour, until she finishes again.

The girl was still wet and her excitement intensified.

- Take me home. I will wear tights for you.

“Then I drive, and you entertain me.”

- How?

- You tell about yourself. Your fantasies and do not be shy.

- Do you want to know how I fuck? - the girl grew bolder.

- Exactly how, when, how you caress yourself, how you start. In general, all that you have time.

- I love to fuck, I love to jerk myself. You know how I masturbate myself. I come home and sometimes just entering the apartment, pick up my skirt in front of the mirror or drop my jeans and immediately run my finger there. I have a guy at work, from whom I just flow. I sometimes go to the toilet and masturbate there. You know, women in general, but when they want someone, they often end up in the toilet. And once on New Years, I got drunk, because he, bastard, simply did not notice me, I wanted him so much that I ran about it three times, imagine. I was all wet, even the dress. And I have a vibrator, I'll show you. For some reason, I took him with me. Oh, I was drunk, as now, with anyone I was ready to fuck. Well, fucked ..., only with a woman. We, it turns out, one lesbian works or bi, who knows her. Only she, too, then came into the toilet, well, and saw me, but I still had someone who would just fuck someone. Well, she pulled me, my vibrator. It was great. We pootom a couple of times fucking with her, right at work. She's really aged, 40 years old. But the figure and cunt ... nothing that I swear ... just a lovely sight, smooth, it smells like gingerbread, really.

“Yours smells good too.” - I said.

- Why do you love drunk women? She suddenly asked.

- Because fuck is better. More relaxedness.

- It's right. When I drink myself, I forget everything except ... this. Posto fly away. And myself, that you drink.

- Red wine.

- And I love martini. She used to grind me all over, and at work too. She put me in a chair in her office, she was the head of the department, let me pantyhose and began to kiss. I just went. About the fact that the toilet was, I have a little forgotten. What she did with the language with me, you can not imagine. And then she got the vibrator out of the box, she, probably, at work, too, is delayed. And I fucked with a vibrator, it was great, I then finished three times. She then called me home. Nice apartment, big, like in the movies. She licked me all over there, I did her too. Cool woman. Understands. Are you old, well, those who are 40, fucked?

- Fucked.

- So how?

- Wonderful.

- Tell me.

- You tell me, and I carry.

- Okay,...