even grateful. ”Her voice sounded innocent, like a five-year-old girl, and at the same time it felt the depravity of a mature woman. She took off her glasses and, glancing into her face the gaze of her angelic-devilish, big brown eyes, she extended her glasses to her interlocutor. “See,” she said and languidly adjoining her eyelids for a few moments, appealingly licked her lips. - “It’s so that people don’t see how good I am: Tell me, what is your name?” - “Sergey: (in a slightly hoarse voice, for some reason, turning eyes for a second to the side)” - “Serge: Do you mind? ... So behold, Serge, did you yourself consider these “trinkets” before putting them up for sale? ”-“ Yes: It goes without saying: ”-“ And you, of course, “by itself” imagined how a girl should look , who tried on all this? ”-“ Nn-yes, probably: ”-“ Did you like to think about it? ”-“ Yes: ”-“ Did you present yourself this? ”- Nastya involuntarily extended her left leg to him ( distance between they had such a thing that the turned-up leg in a stocking and a shoe was centimeters twenty from his face. His eyes widened, absorbing the divine spectacle offered to them. he did not go unnoticed. He sat and looked enchanted, and this even amused her. Nastya felt that all this was beginning to warm her for real. She decided to play pranks: moving to the very edge of the chair in order to reduce the distance between them, Nastya brought the leg closer to his face and playfully touched the tip of his nose with her toe. “Gotcha,” she said gaily, and dropping her leg, casually touching his lips, his chin, and then — much lower — the very place between his legs. Do not be on the foot of the shoe, she would certainly feel how hot it is there. The constraint had gone somewhere, as if from a martini glass. Nastya gently ran her hand over her slim neck, over the collar spikes, and by chance, pricked one of them. Barely, just to make a little drop of blood. “And did you imagine that?” - once again touching the collar with her hand, she extended a hand with a pricked finger to him: “Oh, look what I have done! Will you not help me, Serge?” - “What are you talking about?” - He He took her hand in his own (surprisingly gently, noted Nastya) and, bringing his face close to her, thrust a nastin finger into his mouth. While he was licking the wound, Nastya tickled his tongue and lips with her finger. For some reason she was not disgusted , it excited her even more. “Do you want to see more, Serge?” - “Yeah” - and Nastya with the grace of a wild cat pulls off her skirt and lace e panties. At another time she would die of shame - because she sits in front of him only in tight golf, stockings and shoes. Now she herself wanted it. Shameful fantasies, carefully suppressed by herself, beginning of adolescence - she looks through the crack in the men's section of the shower room, her parents have sex and she stands by and looks at it with curiosity, then her father invites her to join them ... Now it all seems so funny and naive to her! Serge stood up, knocking over a chair, which, falling, hit Nastya with a wooden back on her leg. She almost didn’t feel this, she was so busy with her erotic fantasies and the presentation that she had just arranged. The guy, with the words: “It hurts you, poor thing,” kneeled in front of her and began to kiss and stroke the bruised nastina leg. From this sight — and from the moist heat of his lips — between the legs, slightly dizzy.The guy at this time, without stopping to caress her leg, then going down with his lips to the climb, then climbing up the shin to the badra, climbed Nastya between his legs with one hand, arousing everything that came his way. When his pointable finger was inside her, Nastya poured out over her entire body, like wine warmth, a ringing feeling of anticipation of the greatest event in her life. She heard that when it happens for the first time, it hurts. What is there! If a nearby rack with a bunch of sexual devices had fallen on her head now, she would not have felt that. At this point, the guy got his hand to the very object behind her between the buttocks. He raised his face to her - in his eyes neither evil, meanness, nor mocking lights remained. Only desire! He seemed to be mad - while Nastya, as she could, helped him to get rid of clothes, he clasped her hips and eagerly sat down on the fluffy area between her legs, drank her juice. Sharp tides of pleasure, which caused his tongue, almost dropped the poor Nastya from the chair. Finally he got rid of all his clothes and stayed naked in front of her. Nastya was simply amazed at the size and power of his gun. She really wanted to touch him, caress him, take him in, like a safe haven after battling battered warships. Now she was kneeling before him, holding a hot, pulsing piece of flesh in her hands. An incomparable smell came from him. He was not pleasant or refined - on the contrary, he woke up in it all the vile, dirty. And now he was more precious than any perfume! He even receded into the background the smell of sweat, abundantly emanating from them and filling the atmosphere of the back room with a vice. Nastya several times kissed the penis right in the head, and then, feeling the salty taste of lust on her lips and remembering shots from one shameful film, opened her pretty mouth wider and put her head on the pulsing "boy." Throwing back his head and groaning with passion, Serge pressed Nastya's head to his groin - Nastya buried her face in the fragrant thickets on his pubic hair, tears of happiness flowed from her eyes. Feeling that she could no longer breathe, Nastya freed herself from sweet captivity, leaving an indescribable taste of manhood in her tongue, and on the penis there are traces of lipstick. Meanwhile, Serge over his head took off her golf. The sharp thorns of the bra, which barely contained hot chest nasties, flashed belligerently. Nastya laid her partner on the floor, face up (and, accordingly, a member) up, and coquettishly perched above him, like a bird settling in her nest, spreading her slender legs on the sides of his body, began to descend on his organ. All this time she kept staring into his eyes, waiting for the moment when his end would enter her, and he would caress her legs from her toes to her knees, sometimes gently pinching her for caviar, then for lifting. And then she felt him first on her lower lips, then deeper, deeper, and, finally, she sat down completely! Up again and (already faster) down. She did not feel the pain, just looking down, saw that the traces of her lipstick on the basis of the member, which now connected them into one whole, added blood leaks. It just spurred her on. Her squats have become more and more intense, rising along his trunk, she with a breakneck speed pushed her ass down, voluntarily slouching on a stake from the living heated flesh. Serge moaned. They held their hands, squeezing them so tightly that their knuckles turned white, and he began to help her in her difficult task. Nastya's breasts ached so sweetly, as if they were made of the same material as the small, swollen growth between her lips. With each squat heels-pin clips and made scraping sound of friction of the metal on the tree. An artificial member in the nastin nadu started the mechanism of rhythmic contractions of the muscle ring, irritating him with his ribs.And when they both felt the first incredible force of an orgasm — starting from the place of their connection with each other, ecstasy spread over their bodies, filling it in a hot stream with all their members — Nastia realized with the consciousness that was roiling in the smoke of a frenzy, that her legs no longer held. From fatigue, caviar, feet, toes cramped, and it was the sweetest cramp in her life - every leg of her was like an orgasm sexual organ! Feeling that she was losing consciousness from an overdose of pleasure, she screamed, no, rather, howled, ... Read more →