Carefully once a month, it returns, inevitable and inescapable, like a toothache. I know about her return, I feel and wait, with fear, trembling and lust.

A strange feeling ... Chilling. This woman has a completely masculine perception of the subject of her ecstasy, that is, me.

I suspect that she has been skillfully masturbating for a long time, using me monthly as a subject, to complete the apotheosis of her onanistic fantasies.

She is always a little drunk, as proof of that she pulls a bottle of brandy out of the bag.

Two or three cigarettes, a sip from a brought bottle and a bit hoppy, but already excited, we are preparing to dive into a hot bath.

I only have a terry robe and slippers on my clothes, but all of this immediately goes to the corner. She undresses a little longer. Costume, pantyhose, panties, bra ... Her clothes are neatly placed in the corner over the robe.

We barely fit in a narrow space filled with our bodies and hot foam, sitting down opposite each other, in close and warm interlacing of the legs.

At first, we just enjoy being in touch with each other. It is really wonderful to feel in the interweaving of the arms, legs and hot looks of your mistress, whom you already know, like yourself.

But after a few minutes of this feeling begins to miss. We caress each other, drawing closer, closing our lips in tender and almost weightless kisses ... Consonant breathing becomes more frequent, lips become harder, tongues penetrate into each other all the more demanding.

My flesh rises by itself, with all its swelling power, seeking to penetrate the moisture and thirst of the member's moisture ...

It turns out. With a short jerk I overcome a wet barrier, one convulsive sigh escapes from her mouth ... Done.

We are one. One organism of passion and lust, embodied sex in the sweetest of his understanding.

Now we live and exist in this organism, enjoying the slightest excitement inside it. It can go on forever, but the greedy human nature makes its own corrections here - and she and I again lack even these sweet movements in their languid motions ... Her hot moisture and the moisture of the foamy contents of the bathroom kill all possible hopes for an early and trouble-free orgasm .

Having exhausted all reserves of patience, I get up and turn it around with my back to myself, in common parlance - the posture of “cancer”. She always likes to fuck that way, and me too. But in the bath it is, to put it mildly, uncomfortable. But we still find a compromise.

She leans her hands on the wall, putting her charming leg on the edge of the bath. I enter it as if from a little below and immediately pick up a serious pace.

She moans, skillfully podmahivaya back to meet me, a member inside her swells to incredible sizes. I feel like a real sex machine: I’m sure that I’m suddenly not finished and I’m convinced that I can fuck her to death.

After a while, she no longer just moans. She yells loudly from pleasure, alternating incoherent cries by repeating my name, inclining him in all the excellent variations.

I dramatically increase the depth and pace - it ends. Ends long and seriously, with a deaf hoarse and involuntary spasm in hot cramped ...

That's it, she finished. Finished cool and wonderful. But I am not! I pull out my dick in the light of day. He is huge. The swollen purple head demands immediate satisfaction.

She kneels weakly. Her excitement has not come to naught yet and this is what I am going to use to defuse myself.

My dick flutters right at her thin lips. I pay tribute to her experience and flair - she knows what to do without requests and prompts. Her lips readily cover the head.

But she is not too able to do it. A woman should be created for fellatio, otherwise she quickly gets tired, her jaw is reduced and as a result she stops loving this wonderful activity.

I know it.And therefore, when she begins to lose interest in the charms of my member, I seize the initiative, starting to move independently.

Now she just has nowhere to go. You want, you do not want, but her lips will have to come to terms with the role of the bosom of love, which must personify the natural and natural repository of my member.

Just a little bit, and I feel the increasing tension in the lower abdomen. My movements are like death-cramps, I shudder, going into her throat to the limit ...

Explosion! The sweetest and most real explosion in the whole universe! The flow of sperm rapidly fills her mouth, she almost chokes on a lot of sticky fluid. She does the involuntary swallowing movement and most of my semen enters her stomach.

I retrieve my still stressed tool. She closes her numb lips, sperm continues to drain from the corners of her mouth, for some reason she is ashamed and she blushes ...

I also kneel down to her, hug her, kiss her, whispering something unintelligible and affectionate ...

Our bodies merge into one something soft, plunging into the already cooled water, we are happily tired and almost fall asleep ...

I never really have time to see how she leaves. Somewhere in the morning she quietly gathers, dresses, paints and almost weightlessly kisses me gently. I'm starting to wake up, but she is already closing the door.

It only remains to fall asleep again and think that this whole night was just a dream, a sweet dream ... Maybe it will happen again, in a month, maybe ...