For some time we have not seen. Only once did he write a letter saying that he regretted that it was impossible to send me flowers and give me gifts. I was, in general, all the same. I missed. My husband did not notice anything and was busy with work. When summer was finally free, he took me to the southern coast of Crimea. The train went to Sevastopol. And then on the bus.

I sent a message to the host about the time of my departure and the number of the train.

I loved trips, I really liked the rhythm of the train, he hypnotized me and inspired some memories. My husband hated the vanity of travel. I waited for arrival in the city and read continuously. We drove Kherson early in the morning. The husband was still sleeping. I woke up and went out into the vestibule to smoke. Considering the trees, she dreamed about the owner and waited for a surprise from him. The train sped past the lavender field. I do not even know what kind of flowers they were, but in combination with the dawn sky they were magnificent. There was a whisper behind my back: “all these fields belong to you, my queen.”

I felt warm lips on my neck. My head was spinning, his gentle hands pressed me to her. We flew into the next compartment.

He pulled my sundress up to the shoulders. Started kissing my neck and biting my breasts. Eagerly to caress my nipples, squeezing my breasts, he strove to swallow all of me. Lick all my skin. I pulled off his pants. My panties were thrown on the sofa. His hands squeezed me tight. I almost cried from the happiness of seeing him, feeling him. Feel the heat of his cock with his lips. I want you! I want you! My lips kept whispering that phrase. The owner said something incomprehensible, his lips moved and his eyes were half-closed. He put me on the table, spread his legs and abruptly entered. How good! He looked into my eyes and smiled. From the habit it was painful, but he knew that I needed that way. Strong jolts shook my whole body. He covered my mouth with her hand and I mixed it, then bit my mouth and kissed his hand. It was getting hot. My knees were pressed to my chest. From the vagina flowed and his cock flew into me almost unnoticed. I don't know why I like being with him. I do not understand my animal attraction to sex with him. I was ready to die on his penis. And he growled and scratched me. Then he turned his belly down, slapped on the ass and began to greedily kiss my anus. It seems I finished almost immediately. And he also introduced his fingers into me and bit the buttocks. Then he dipped his dick into me and gently-gently pressed his body against me. This strange love was understood only by us. And only we were aware of all the strength and passion of the two bodies, clinging to each other. He finished and his sperm pleasantly baked inside me. And then, like a child, I sat on his lap and listened to the beat of his heart. He told me something about love and about the future. And I felt like a little doll that wants to be a doll forever. My dear master, so strong and weak! So what can I do so that you know how strong my love is ?! I kissed his lips, stretched towards him to caress his whole body.

My love, is it true we will always be together? And in response, he just bit my lips, squeezed my fingers and rubbed his cheek against my cheek. Soon I had to quickly get dressed and run back to my husband. Until the Sevastopol in my thoughts was HE. And I saw his face very often throughout the journey. He played with me, played on my nerves. That entered into our compartment as though by mistake, apologized and left. He just ran into me in the corridor and quietly pinched. And in Sevastopol, he long followed us. And it seems, bought tickets for the same bus. Vacation has begun! =)