My husband and I decided to spend a week in Sevastopol, and then go further. It is foolish to say that we stayed in the same hotel with the owner. Probably, I can reveal to you a secret — his name is Evgeny. I still cannot calmly pronounce this name; every vowel of this witchcraft, every second of memories of it, shakes me back at that time. We settled on the 8th floor in a large room overlooking the sea and the city. My husband immediately decided to explore the neighborhood, and I immediately got tired and decided to sleep. The door slammed, out of the window I looked at my husband while he was walking to a halt. Threw a dressing gown and jumped out into the corridor. I did not know the number of Zhenya’s room, and I simply walked past the door in search of a hint. Monotone wooden doors, golden handles, soft rugs. I stopped at the door with the number 869 I thought it was ridiculous and I pulled the handle. Door opened. An empty fresh room with a huge bed and wide windows let me in.

I walked on a soft carpet and could smell it. His jacket was hanging on the back of a chair, and I took off my robe, being sure that I was in that very room. I went into the bathroom. his body was so attractive under the stream of water, he stood with his back to me and did not notice me. I got close and close and kissed his wet buttocks. She wrapped her arms around his hips and began to passionately kiss them, bite, squeeze his sweet body. He turned around, and his wet palms stroked my hair, directing my face to the penis. my lips hugged his head. The tongue caressed the bridle. I wanted to swallow it all. And I continuously sucked his dick. Sweet, strong dick. Suddenly, Eugene abruptly drew back my face and pulled into the shower. Affectionate warm water poured over my body along with his kisses. his hands tickled my skin like butterfly wings. He licked my lips and bit my clit. His fingers slipped into my body deftly and so skillfully! My legs were trembling and unable to stand, I leaned on the wall. And he was already fucking me with his tongue, and he pressed me to his face with his hands. I moaned and eagerly swallowed the flowing water. Zhenya got up and pressed his whole body to me. Raised my leg and began to caress the clitoris head penis. He got to know me!

Knowing how I want him, he tormented my desire, had patience! Unable to wait any longer, I looked at him and eagerly kissed his lips, his mouth. My tongue and my lips told about my desire. And he laughed and squeezed my chest in his hands. I knelt down and grabbed his cock with my mouth. He probably did not expect this himself. But I began to suck it wildly. Lick, suck, even the words are not there to say how I fucked his mouth with his mouth. And he tried to free himself, pushed my face away and backed away. But I did not let go of him, and I sucked until he finished in my mouth, until he stopped pulsing and until his hands on my head loosened my grip. And then I drove him a member of his face, lips, eyes, cheeks. I was devoted to him, devoted to his masculinity and sexuality. I wanted to do everything, lizh he would be satisfied, lizh he would need me. Then he walked out of the bathroom into the room. And he called me: kitty kitty, kitty kitty. I got on all fours and stooping like a kitty went to him. And at the very bed I sat down at his feet and began to kiss them. And he was purring sweetly and stroking my head, scratching my ear, and talking nonsense. Then he lay down on the bed and called me over. I sat astride him and my labia touched the base of his penis. He moaned and squeezed my nipples, and I abruptly moved on him, stretched to his lips, kissed his face, asked me to hurt and he squeezed my nipples with his fingers. I pulled to my chest and bit the swollen bumps. Further, he abruptly turned me on his stomach and spread his butt with his hands and began to lick the anus.

A hard tongue entered the naughty hole and caressed me inside.I stretched toward his mouth, growling and breathing quickly. His dick entered slowly, until it stops. For a moment, he froze and began to slap my ass with his hands. With this person, I wanted any pain and I asked him to hit me again and again. And then he quickly moved in me and his hands clenched my ass all stronger. He bit my back, pulled my hair close to me and moaned loudly. Nice to feel subjugated. And with him I felt it. When he finished on my face, I cried from pleasure, and I smiled and drove a member through my hair. He probably understood our dependence on each other. And if he had not been a man, he would probably have also cried. Probably another half an hour, we hugged and caressed each other. It is difficult to explain what attracted me in it. But there was no other. Just before I left, he handed me a box of ribbon. I begged to take this gift with me at my peril. And then we kissed for a long time at the door, before I found the strength to take a step out of this room. Husband was not. I took off the tape and took out elegant underwear from the rustling paper. Bright red, with vulgar laces and strict lines. I threw the box away and put on my underwear for a long time spinning in front of the mirror, caressing myself and slapping my ass with my hand. Soon my husband returned and tritely fucked my pussy. I did not care if he had lagged behind. Therefore, I moaned and played with him in the game that he liked. And a few meters from me was a man of my dreams who wanted me, wanted me all and who understood what I really needed ...