She herself spread her legs with her hands, and with horror I realized that I was losing my composure, I looked down at the narrow, dense slit with pink plump lips. But it lasted one moment. She immediately squeezed her legs and got up from the couch. Slim, graceful, shining with some special femininity and grace, she walked around the room and stopped near me. It emanated a heady aroma of fresh, fragrant body. Every smallest detail of her chest, shoulders, arms, thighs and the outlines of slender beautiful legs made up a single incomprehensible harmony and fascinated by ingenuous simplicity. There was nothing supernatural in it and at the same time it was unusually good. I could not resist and stretched out my hand, touched her leg just above the knee. And this was the border, having crossed which I lost all contact with earthly women, they simply ceased to exist for me. They were a distorted reflection of this truly majestic beauty. She grabbed my hand with her warm soft hand and, dropping to her knees, pressed her lips to hers. Gradually, my hand was on her chest and I, having already lost the remnants of self-control and yesterday's love, in a wild frenzy, crumpled the tender chest of a charming woman, feeling her trembling under my caresses. With the second hand I stroked her shoulders, my back, feeling the extraordinary velvet of a tightly knit body. She began to gradually rise from the floor and my hands floated down her body, on a soft stomach and roundness of her hips. I kissed and kissed, like a madman, everything that came under my lips, and the tremor of her body passed to me, overwhelmed with a passionate rush of irresistible desire. I put my hand between her legs, and she sat down, pushing them apart, making way for me. Thick hot streams of mucus enveloped my hand, the finger slipped by itself into the half-open lips of the vagina, and I, beast from carnal lust, picked it up in my hands. We rushed to the sofa. Our bodies entwined in a completely incomprehensible combination and I could not understand whether our flesh joined or not. But I was unspeakably pleased. She hugged me with her hot hands and, whispering the words of affection, kissed her lips, doused with the heat of gusty breathing. She made her body smooth wave-like movements, clinging to me now belly, then chest. She threw her legs on my back, and I felt a slight tingle of her heels. But then she took one hand from my neck and stuck it between us, carefully, took my dick with two fingers. Gently squeezing the head, she moved it into herself, and I felt how he slowly began to sink into the hot softness of her body. And as soon as he reached the end, an unbearable pleasure fell on me in a hot wave and drowned in a burning unrestrained whirlpool of pleasure. At that very moment, my partner's body shook as well. She let out a long, drawn-out moan and fell silent. For a minute we lay still. Then she jumped off the couch and, slyly smiling, asked: - Are you satisfied? - Yes very! - I also got up and zipped up my pants.

She looked at me reproachfully. - Why don't you undress? You ashamed? - No, not ashamed. But now somehow untimely to do it. - And not at all, take off your clothes, - she came up to me and began to take off my jacket.

I quickly undressed. She led me to the table and, sitting down in a chair, sat down on her knees. “Before you gain strength, caress me with your hands,” she took a wide fan of ostrich feathers from her hair and began to fan herself.

I began to kiss the nipples of her breasts and gently rub my fingers with the bud of passion between her legs. She shuddered and, looking at me with admiring glances, pulling at my hair.

Here is a story that I had no doubt about the plausibility, she then told me: “In India there is one wonderful artist.The power of his imagination is so great that he draws without nature, creates unique masterpieces. And now one rich Englishman gave him an order to draw 53 beautiful women for cards. He set to work and soon the first beauty appeared on his easel - me. My beauty was so natural and irresistible that he fell in love with me and began to ask God to enliven the uninspired picture. He heeded his plea. I woke up once in his workshop and for a long time could not understand anything. I walked around the room, looking at the wonderful pictures and unwittingly left the room in a dark narrow corridor. I heard voices and I went to the sound. I saw a bright gap and guessed that it was the door, pushed it and it opened. I was in the room, poorly, but tastefully furnished. An artist and some woman were sitting at the table. They both looked at me in surprise and fear, unable to understand where I came from. The woman first came to herself and rudely asked: “Who are you?” What do you want here? ”I said, who am I, and the artist, stunned by his eyes bulging, lost his senses. A woman pushed me out the door and shouted for me not to appear again. I returned to the workshop and there, sitting on a small dirty stool, began to inspect myself from head to toe. I could not figure out how to remove this long skirt. After a long hard search, I found a small silver button, it easily came off and the skirt slid down. I saw my slender legs, shod in black patent leather shoes with thin high heels, to which I was very surprised how I could wear such shoes. The white silk ribbon covering my breasts was very simple, and for a long time I could not understand why I had such a bunch of feathers in my head and why my mouth was covered with a muslin mask. I was pleased with myself and when the first curiosity passed, I felt some kind of vague, incomprehensible desire, ”she laughed and began to talk with her legs. “Now let me see you go,” she told me when I lowered her to the floor. - But as? - You lie down on the sofa, and leave the rest to me.

I obeyed. She sat down at my feet and, bending down, began to tip the tongue to lick the nipples of my chest. A barely perceptible feeling of anxious sweetness spread over my body. In order not to remain in debt, I began to knead her breasts, pinch her nipples and stroke her hands.

The intoxicating arousal grew slowly, breaking through more and more powerful explosions of heart-breaking sweetness. I again came into a frenzy of excitement and, grabbing her around the waist, pulled her towards me. She sank her breasts on my breasts and, spreading her legs wide apart, sent my penis to her vagina with her hand and, when he reached the limit, she abruptly straightened, bending her knees. now she sat on me, slightly bending the camp, and I perfectly saw my cock sticking out of her body. She opened her lips with her fingers and said:

Put your hand here, so it will be better for you and me.

I did as she said. I crushed my crotch and tickled my clitoris, she howled softly, writhing at me like wild pain. This went on for a long time, until finally I ended up pinching her belly. She screamed wildly and immediately convulsed in convulsions, pouring abundant flows of her nectar on me. Emaciated to the limit, I lay on the couch, unable to move, and she jumped to the floor, fresh and vigorous, as if nothing had happened and, glancing at the clock, whispered with horror: - Oh, my God! It's over!

Frightened by her exclamation, I jumped up from the couch and approached her. She silently pointed to my watch. It was 5 hours 58 minutes. - What does it mean? “Two more minutes and we will part forever,” her voice faltered and tears welled in her eyes. - Caress me, rather caress me! - She exclaimed and threw herself on the sofa. She sat up, legs tucked under her, spreading them apart, and I began to rub her clit so frantically that after a few seconds she trembled with pleasure. Crying, laughing and moaning, she whispered words of love, words of goodbye that broke my heart.I also felt tears on my cheeks, we choked each other with kisses and tortured ourselves with furious caresses. And suddenly she disappeared. I fell through the chest on the couch. Frustrated and destroyed, I sat down. I have ... Read more →