I am writing this letter to you at four in the morning. A minute ago, two of my friends left me. I'm so excited about what just happened, I can't wait, and I want to tell everything right now. This night was the most violent in my whole life. I think that readers of your newspaper will like my story.

The culprit of all the events was also your newspaper. In the last issue I read the story of Bon Appetit and I got so excited that I could not resist and agreed to the offer of one boy friend, Dima, to spend time with him. I know him very well. This is an attractive, strong boy with a huge dick who will never refuse to satisfy my most incredible fantasies.

We met at one of the Brooklyn eateries, drank a little cocktail, laughed, and were about to leave for me to go home to continue a pleasant evening. And suddenly - bang. Who do I see? Andrew! My lover! But he left the city. What is he doing here in this tavern at this time? The worst that Dima absolutely did not know about the existence of Andrew.

Therefore, you can guess that I began to tremble like an aspen leaf, while Andrei approached me and kissed me right in front of Dima. Moreover, he even ran a hand over my chest. It became obvious to all that we are familiar not only with a hat. I waited for the fight to break out now, but instead, Dima laughed and said: - Wow, I see that you fuck Tanya too.

It was the ugliest minute in my life. Two lovers face to face. But, surprisingly, no tension arose. Andrei ordered a glass of beer for Dima, and they sat down side by side, like real friends. They talked about me, joked, laughed. They told each other the most intimate of my details, for example, about how I look at myself in bed, how I like when they fuck me, how I do it, blowjob. I might get angry, but the more I listened to their stories, the more excited I was. I listened to Andrei tell Dima how he fucked me from behind, and at that time I ordered on the phone trousers that I saw in one of the magazines. Then I heard that Dima tells Andrei how he likes to do this, too. An hour later, between my legs it was so wet, and I wanted to fuck so much that I completely lost my head and told the boys about my desire.

Dima looked at Andrei and asked him if he was thinking about the same thing? Andrei nodded. We got up, went into the corridor and turned the corner, where it was always very quiet.

I immediately began to kiss them two. Their hands caressed me under clothes. Fingers touched the clitoris, they felt how wet it was. Andrei undid the buttons of my sweater and began to kiss the breasts, which hardened before his eyes. I leaned my back on the door of the men's room, Dima knelt, his head was right between my legs. He quickly took off my pantyhose and began to kiss the clitoris. I was so excited that I had finished, almost at the first touch of his tongue. The boy knew me and understood that this was a sign that I was ready to accept their members.

Dima put me on some boxes and his strong member quickly pierced all the insides. Andrew, too, did not waste time, his hard member filled my mouth. I kissed and sucked him like crazy. I love to feel the dick in my mouth and cum at the same time. I strained all the muscles of the vagina so that I could feel Dimin's member as tight as possible. A jet of hot sperm penetrated me. Andrei quickly took his place. He sank more and more into my insides. Dima brought the member to my lips, so that I washed it like a surgical instrument. Andrew gave me the opportunity to finish, and then he finished himself, having poured sperm over everything around him.

After that, we cleaned up and went inside to have another glass of beer. But after a while I got excited again.The guys took me home, and asked me to dress in the sexiest clothes that only I have. Then they sat opposite each other and drank beer again. I sat on the couch and stimulated myself with an electric vibrator. Then they joined me. Vibrator is no longer needed. We spent the next few hours in bed doing the most incredible things. Dima and Andrew were inexhaustible, they could finish again and again, without making special breaks. By morning I lost count how many times we had finished.

Now I sit alone and write to you. I still feel their juices in my body, on my skin. If you could take a picture of me now!