Half an hour later, the bathroom door creaked, and he saw her, with wet hair, and a towel on her shoulders. She hesitantly stopped, and he shouted to her from the kitchen:

- Go to the gym!

When he entered the hall with two steaming cups, she stood up in dismay from the couch. He said:

- My God, why did you put on old linen?

She shifted from one foot to the other, and said nothing.

He shrugged his shoulders: “In principle, I don’t care,” he put the cups on the desk, and sat down in a chair beside me.

- Come to me.

She came up, head down and looking at the floor.

- Nearer.

She leaned still, touching him with her knees. He put her hand on her left thigh, and held it from top to bottom, stopping on a dimple under the knee. Her skin was wet and surprisingly tender, which only happens to sixteen. The calves were hairless, only with a barely noticeable young gun. He took hold of the elastic of his underpants and slowly pulled them down to his knees, revealing a cool blond pubis with a plump fold. Panties slept on the floor, and she stepped over them. She slowly put her hands on his shoulders. Through the fabric of his shirt, he felt her palms hot. Her tight belly quivered, and she sobbed. He raised his head up and saw her wide-open red eyes.

“I'm scared,” she said in an intermittent whisper, and sniffed.

“Calm down,” he said. “As you can see, I haven't done anything yet.” If we are careful, nothing threatens you.

- Like this? She asked.

He lay back, one hand unbuckled his fly, and the other pulled out a stiff cock out.

She closed her eyes.

“Ira,” he addressed her, for the first time by name. - Give me your hand.

After a moment of reflection, she extended a narrow palm to him. He took her wrist, and covered his penis with her palm - her fingers closed, and she gasped, feeling the warmth and stiffness of the organ.

“Don't squeeze,” he said. - Just smooth.

And she began to slowly move the cam up and down. Her mouth parted, her lips relaxed. She stood in an uncomfortable position, and he set her lower, kneeling before him. With his free hand, he stroked her back and shoulders, then felt the fastener of her bra. A click - he dropped the straps - and she remained completely naked in front of him.

She had sharp girlish breasts, with swollen, light pink nipples looking to the sides. Her breasts barely noticeably trembled from her movements, which gradually became more measured - she calmed down, as if imagining how she rubbed grated carrots, and he felt her tact, and put her hands on her head, bending her down.

She screamed softly, and instinctively tried to turn her face away, but she didn’t succeed, as he was already holding her head tightly. She sucked in her lips, eyes wide, looking at the approaching oily head of the penis with the skin turned. He bent her head harder, and a member poked her nose. She screamed and twitched, and he had to release one hand in order to open her mouth with a finger. Finally, he pushed the head under her stubborn lips and, almost chokingly, said:

- Ira ... do not squeeze ... teeth. - And immediately felt the flaps in her mouth opened, and the member gently slipped to the very root of the tongue. She dully groaned in horror, feeling a hard, slippery object resting on the larynx, and almost choked, but in time he pulled the drenched member out and lifted her head, giving air a sip. The struggle with the girl strongly aroused him, and he listened with inexplicable surprise as the male power rages in him, powerfully pumping blood into the already tight cave bodies.

“You need to breathe through your nose,” he whispered, rather than he said. Deeply drawing in the air, she looked up at him with fear. He leaned over, brushed the blond hair from her forehead, and then kissed her soft, salted lips.It seemed to him that she barely noticeably responded to the kiss - or did it seem to him? His tongue slipped between her teeth, touching the gums with a tip. Now she did not try to pull away from him, allowing him to caress her back, hips, and stiff calves. He felt his penis periodically poking into the hollow between her breasts, and these touches sharply aroused him, as did the feeling of a body elastically shaking under the palm of his hand.

He pulled away, feeling that he just needed to be drained.

“Volodya,” she said softly. - I can't take by mouth. I'll choke ...

He looked at her in silence. He did not have the strength to explain or reassure anything.

- I do not know how ... - Irina looked at him imploringly. - I will pull out, honestly ... Better another ...

He shook his head in doubt.

“Please,” she murmured.

He sighed, bowed his head and saw his dick, swollen, wet, with a swollen head sticking out of the wide-open zipper. Then he looked at her, trembling, with a flushed face. Tears rolled in her eyes. And suddenly he again felt the overwhelming tenderness that was stronger than the one who was now demanding stuck in front of a frightened girlish face.

He got up and lowered his pants. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt, took off his shirt, and lowered his panties. The girl stared at him, kneeling in front of the sofa. Pink heels were touching looking upwards.

“Get up,” he helped her to her feet, and she straightened with difficulty. On the reddened round knees imprinted pattern of the carpet. Sharp breasts offended looked in different directions. He turned her face to him and sat on the sofa. She obediently obeyed, and sat on the edge, kneeling. Now her hips seemed wider than they really were. Black down was visible under the soft belly in the folds.

“Give me a leg,” he said.

She raised her right leg in doubt, and leaned back a little, leaning her arms behind her. He took the small foot with both hands, bowed his head, and kissed his thumb. He was soft and gentle, without a hint of corns. Then he licked all her fingers, smearing them with saliva, and lowered the girl's foot below, pressing her to the penis. Irina watched his actions intensely, opening her mouth. He gently inserted the head between the thumb and the next fingers; her foot stiffened, and she gasped in surprise. Realizing what was required of her, she slowly began to move her feet up and down - strong wet fingers covered his penis, sweetly touching the base of the head. He was breathing heavily, holding her stiffened leg with both hands - her undeveloped teen muscles shimmered under the pale skin, exciting him. He saw her breasts swaying and frantically shaking her stomach in her attempts to maintain balance.

- Is it hard for you? He asked hoarsely.

She shook her head.

His balls were heavy in anticipation of detente; but suddenly her fingers slipped away from him — she jerked her leg aside, and impetuously reached for him. Her hands lay on his hips, mouth, she was looking for his dick. He hastily squeezed her head, pulling her mouth to the head - she sucked her, but did not miss in depth, desperately resisting the tongue, and he had to overcome this pressure, forcibly pushing the stiffened trunk into the tender flesh of the mouth. Immediately, her whole body trembled terribly, as if from pain, she moaned, and he began to lower thick streams into her throat.

She wasn't sick. But for a few minutes she stood on all fours on the carpet, coughing heavily and spitting out a viscous liquid. Her whole body shuddered, and he stared at her, lounging on the couch, feeling the usual loss of interest in sex.

Then they drank cold tea; She wanted to hide behind, and he allowed her to bring a towel from the bathroom, which was enough only ...