"So, I take her legs on his shoulders ..."

(from a joke)

I like women. I love the female body. Not a model, not a sport, - an ordinary female body, no matter how tall, no matter what weight, much less what the size of the bust. I love to see how a woman gets pleasure. I love to watch how a woman gives herself pleasure. I do not like to spy, and never do. I love it when a woman knows that she is being watched, and this makes even more excited. I love self-satisfaction under the murky and intent woman's look. I love to masturbate with a woman when we ourselves control our arousal, touching, perhaps, with our lips. But what I love most of all is the lustful feminine look, which speaks of her unbearable desire to sink into the pool of debauchery and lust, animals of pleasures and carnal pleasures. Such desires are usually kept secret. But if you manage to declassify such a quiet person, and if you can convince such a sweetie to meet, forgetting the conventions and limits of decency, these are the best moments! Why minutes? Because every minute spent with such a baby pulses with a heartbeat in the temples, covers the eyes with a sweet veil and crashes into memory for the rest of your life ...

I will not tell you how, but one such miracle of 22 years wandered into my mind recently. I really want to tell the world about this slightly shy and silent homely little babe, who turned out to be one of the most lewd slut in my life. Describing everything that we had, I can, perhaps, relive this anew, but oh, how I would like to ...

I do not know if I would have paid attention to her in another situation, or not, but when you know that a girl goes to an intimacy with a stranger with pleasure, you want her a hundred times more. So, unequivocally, I found her cute. She was wearing a pink opaque blouse and a long white-in-flower light skirt. Everything is spacious, nothing tight. On the legs - graceful sandals without heels. It was impossible to even make out whether there was a bra on it, and what size her breasts. Blond hair, not reaching to the shoulders, hair, earrings, carnations in the ears, the absence of any kind of paint and the presence of small summer pimples on the face — nothing, including a handbag on a long strap, hinted at the reckless proximity. Except, of course, the occasion of our meeting. She seemed to flush as soon as I touched her hand. Somewhere it was. I wanted to start to caress her even in a taxi, on the way to the apartment, but I limited myself to a hand on her shoulder and a light kiss on the cheek. She shrank into a lump without making a sound.

Not reaching the desired address, we stopped at the stall to buy a "fire breaker". She asked to take her "Longer" (that's the power of advertising!). In a small, but cozy “secret room” apartment, I suggested that it be located while I go to the bathroom myself, the heat in the street is incredible. I thought to go to her shaking dignity, but for some reason he complexed. And when I got out, I saw that not a single button on her blouse was unbuttoned. Here, I think, would have shook the dick in front of the fettered baby, she would have run away. He sat down next to him, took Longer out of her hand, hugged her waist with one hand, turned her face toward her with the other and kissed her passionately.

Happened. He kissed his face, licked his neck and ears, without touching his chest or under-panties, not even stroking his legs. She was sitting almost like a log, her hands were not walking around me, which depressed me somewhat. But from the quiet puffing and puffing it was clear that the ice had broken. I pulled away from her to see the excitement in her eyes and ... was pleased. Having unbuttoned her blouse to half, I released her buns from the bra, which turned out to be very appetizing, with rather large pink nipples that looked like pears.Then I dragged her plump legs onto the sofa, rolled up my skirt and slightly slid my panties aside, opening my eyes to a wet bosom covered with dark hair. I did it very slowly, and all this time she obediently followed my actions, half-closed her eyes and moaning in a whisper. I really like this angle. The girl seems to be dressed, but all her charms are available!

I took her hand and led her to her pubis, - masturbate. Tanya (well, her name was not really Tanya) smiled and began to barely caress her clit with her fingers. I sat opposite, stroking her knees and calves, and enjoyed looking at her legs, breasts, excited nipples, fingers caressing her crotch, and, of course, her face, a little sweaty and flushed, with parched thin lips and closed eyes.

I often witnessed such beauty. Once, in a drunken stupor, in the apartment of my distant acquaintance, I was surrounded by the bodies of girls who licked and plucked themselves drunk. I was occupied by the mistress of the apartment herself, and, wriggling and bouncing on top of me, I tried to revive my half-dead member, pulling it all over my crotch plane. The rest (there were three of them, all on the same bed, all in the body, even slightly full - a dream) were engaged only in themselves, not even each other, except for my tongues and lips. The room moaned softly and sniffed loudly. I don’t remember how it all ended, I don’t even remember the details - I was drunk as a lord ... I remember one thing for sure - I didn’t finish. Born to drink, can not finish. But I have since corrected myself.

However, it was a lyrical digression ...

It seemed to me that the member in my pants is getting bigger than me. I bent down and whispered in her ear - do not stop ... She opened her eyes and, quietly moaning, watched as I stood up and took off my shirt and jeans along with my underpants. A member of the spring broke out and her eyes were as if riveted to him.

I started slowly masturbating in front of her face, arching so that the dick touched her charming lips. With her free hand she stroked, even more held on to my hairy legs, and when my lips and penis touched, I pulled back and removed it. After several such “fraudulent maneuvers,” ending with smiles, moans and excited giggles, I rolled the skin and put the head in her mouth. Kaif - unearthly. Never before experienced such sensations during a blow job. She gently caressed my head with the tongue, and I, with one hand hugging her head, stroking like a kitten, behind the ear, and the other holding my licked cock, drove it over her lips, cheeks, nose, dropping it in her mouth, almost all of it. Her fingers caressed the clitoris faster and faster, her moans grew louder. I bent down, kissed her on the lips and began to drive the member over her breasts, sometimes shaking it, touching the nipple so that the current penetrated her body from all sides. Up to this point, she was sitting with her legs on the couch, and I stood over her, spreading my legs and throwing one on the sofa, and now I turned her legs so that they hung down from the sofa so that I could stand straight before her. She said that her clothes could be dented, got up and began to undress. I did not help her. I looked at her and crushed my excited dick with my hand. For two moments Tanya was absolutely naked. I took her hand and drew her to me. She was one and a half times lower than me, and naked, looked even smaller and more vulnerable. We embraced and started kissing and lightening each other while standing. I crushed her ass, breasts, caressed and pinched her nipples, and she tried to stroke all the surfaces of my skinny figure, playing with eggs and a blunt member.

I sat her down on the sofa again, spreading her legs wide apart, and sat down on the floor in front of her. It was my turn to take care of her fluffy flower.

I licked and bit and sucked and put my fingers into the vagina and anus. I confess, in the ass included three fingers! Having thrust my fingers deep into her burning womb, I moved my fingers, trying to touch the uterus. I think she liked it - she just moaned and clutching, clutching the bedspread on the couch.It seemed to pour water from the bedspread. In her loud, now soft moans and sobs, I could not understand whether she was ending or not. But her whole body was covered with sweat, her face was red and agitated, and her crotch, like my hands, was covered with passionate juices. She answered softly, “yes,” and I didn’t clarify the details. She rose and stretched her lips to me, hugging and hugging me.

And I have not finished yet, and did not think to finish. Although, licking and wrapping her holes, I slightly raised, supporting myself at the peak of feelings at the gates of the orgasm, now with one hand and then with the other hand, wet from the juice of my sweetheart.

Now she could see everything, she was exhausted. Putting your own into it, albeit not a giant, but red-hot bolt, meant to hurt her. I parted her tender halves and, running a wet finger over the anus, asked, “Can I come here?” Under my strict guidance, she became cancer on the couch, resting her head on the pillow and, stooping, lifted her ass. And then I exploded! The look of this little white chubby ass with wet and excited pink holes that were exposed to me, the juices with which I, preparing and lubricating a member, did their job. I managed to put only the head into this coveted hole, and the sperm poured inside from the Branzboyd. I moved out of my last strength, fucking Tanya in the back of the head that spews sperm, and, squeezing her thigh, that is urine, podrachivaya barrel ...

And not immediately with her tears. He drove a member back and forth until he turned into a pod. And then he wrapped his arms around these lovely hips, and kissed her in the ass. In the hickey. A dream, not a girlfriend. Sorry, not local ...