The morning sun shone through the gap of the closed curtains with its rays. Rays, gliding on the window sill, jumped on the back of an ancient chair that stood nearby. Small particles of dust were fun playing in this soft and warm stream of morning light. The room was as if filled with haze. She was like that imperceptible veil, which is inherent in the atmosphere of ancient castles and palaces. Everything seemed to be saturated with antiquity and history. And a chest of drawers, and a huge table on massive legs, and a carpet, and, of course, a “king” bed, next to which, with their heads bowed, were two bronze floor lamps. Your aristocratically white skin was soft and smooth, like a satin cover that barely covered her thigh and knee. The lines of the body continued the lines of the satin curves. Perhaps no artist, nor the power to recreate such a combination of lines and shapes.

Today is a hot day ...

You woke up in your room, lying completely naked on your bed, surrounded by a silk bedspread. The same gentle silk blanket only in some places covered your delicate, seemingly virgin body. The naughty sun with its playful rays tickled your calves. It was their warm touch, like the touch of my tender lips that caused a smile of pleasure on your face. You turned on your back, exposing your chest to the sun. Closing your eyes, you stretched sweetly. The rays touched your chest, and as if my tender fingers played with your nipples.

You got out of bed, and, without putting on a peignoir, walked over to the window and pushed the curtains back with one motion. The warm morning air hit you in the face. You sighed deeply the salty smell of the ocean. Now the sun gently hugged all your body with its rays. Their barely perceptible touches reminded you of my breath, which you felt when I kissed every inch of your body ...

You took a warm shower, and, throwing on a light robe, barely covering the neatly shaved knoll of Venus, went into the kitchen. After drinking the morning glass of your favorite orange juice, you took a magazine from the table and went to the terrace. Under a large parasol stood a small wicker coffee table. Next to the table was a wicker couch with a raised back and the same wicker armrests:

“The morning sun is too cruel,” you thought, and, dropping the robe that slowly fell to the floor at your feet, lay down on the couch, covered with a blanket of shadow. A pleasant warm breeze, followed by the cool gusts of the ocean breeze. At this moment, your skin was covered with small bumps and a slight exciting shiver ran throughout your body. Suddenly a stream of wind flowed up your bangs combed back, and a strand of hair lay on your forehead. You slowly raised your hand and removed the hair from your forehead, dragging it by the ear. Without realizing it, you touched your fingers to one of the most erogenous revenge of the female body - the ear. The hand slowly slid down the swan neck, barely touching the clavicle with her fingertips. You felt on your chest warm streams emanating from your palm. Slightly excited nipple, feeling the touch of velvet of your skin, began to strain more and more, becoming a solid highlight.

The skin around the nipple began to smooth under pressure, heaving from the excitation of the breast. After a moment, the nipple was between the index and middle finger of the right hand. Your fragile, delicate fingers slightly squeezed it between their phalanxes. The pleasant light tingling was palpable with your sensual bosom, it made you close your eyes and feel a slight languor. Without releasing the nipple clamped between the fingers, you began to gently squeeze the excited chest with your small palm. Thin girlish fingers eagerly dug into the girl's chest, which, yielding to the pressure, took them. Breathing began to increase with every second.Pinching the nipple between the fingertips, you began to twist them, trying to cause them even more excitement. Your airy, sensual bosom did not keep you waiting, and a new wave of bliss covered you with your head ...