Summer evening. The hot air began to cool, and the sea smelled cool and the smell of seaweed and mussels tired of the sun. The sound of the surf is not audible, it is muffled by the roaring engines of cars, the tramp of people running down the street, the music from the café and the voice of people scurrying around the shops — Deribasovskaya in Odessa came to life by evening.

Having put on the display the bare shoulders, slightly covered with a tight blouse chest and smooth tanned legs, I sit in one of the dozens, located on the street, a cafe. Well, that is not too late, and you can find a free table in the best cafe, sit back in a wicker chair with a glass of cold beer and watch curiously scattered people with curiosity.

The hops had already hit my head a bit, and a smirk began to appear on my face. I know that sometimes I can be a bitch, and now, from the gazes of men sitting at tables and passing men, bold and indecent phrases sound in my head. "All men - males, and all the women - bitches, only for some values ​​exist, and for the rest there is nothing but lust." Enjoying such reflections, I felt how men's, wet with sweat and hot hands touched my shoulders, pushed back long red unruly hair and dry lips kissed my neck. My body trembled from a sudden desire, and a drop of juice soaked my panties.

"Hello, nobody has molested you, otherwise I will be very angry." Once again I am surprised at the shape and color of your eyes, almond, with a deep green color, they resemble the eyes of a wild cat. Now they only read the desire to eat me whole, and I think with pleasure "it is good that your lust is directed only at me."

“You know that I like to watch, and if I participate, it’s only with you” - I smile ambiguously, giving my voice a playful tone. Seeing him, you look down at my chest. Through the fitting fabric of the blouse, not only swollen nipples are visible, but also their light brown color. Instinctively, you lick your lips and your eyes dig into my bare navel: "Let's leave." “Is it too early, can we walk along Primorsky Boulevard?” - I know that my desires are law for you.

Painfully looking away from the smooth skin of my legs, you are counting on the waiter. I get up from the chair, straightening my hair and, stretching the skirt that had gathered in folds, I casually look around and notice the eyes of men burning with desire, and the contempt of women with contempt. Only people who are busy with themselves can want and be jealous, not noticing that only you exist for me.

Passing through Gorsad, I talk about my observations. Bitch! I know that it hurts you, as it would hurt me. But you are joking and only squeezing my shoulders harder. Going down the slopes from the Primorsky Boulevard, we pass by the floor of a collapsed stone arbor.

“I can't take it anymore, I want you.”

- Right here?

- I don't care, I just want you!

- And if someone sees? - stupid question, adrenaline rushes, and a few drops of juice are absorbed into the fabric of my panties.

With a jerk you tighten me into this old and imperfect structure, our lips merge in meaningless desire. The hands themselves quickly unbutton the pants of your trousers, drag off the elastic of the underpants and grab the resilient member for a long time. It is easy and pleasant to move the foreskin, it gently slides on the wet and hot head. Your hands just as quickly penetrated the blouse and frantically crumpled and twisted my hard nipples.

You can no longer hold back; you need to stick your weapon at me in the grip. Furiously you push me away. You lift up your skirt and tear off wet panties, sit on the gazebos on the collapsed stones of the window opening and break into a hot womb. Movement becomes fast and sharp. Horrible! I know that moans and my cries can see and hear us, but this makes me excited. Madness! With one hand you help move my thighs, with the other you are choking my neck to the hoarseness in my voice.It is hard for me to breathe, and I frantically scratch your back with my nails.

“Lost shame. Like animals, ”I hear a voice passing by a woman. Animals! We are all like that, just me and you are not able to hide it, let them look, let them hear, and I shout: “More! More! ... ”until I feel the jet of your seed that has struck the vagina.