You called from the checkpoint and said you were waiting for me ..

I quickly collected the papers on the table, grabbed the bag and the bag, the fur coat, changed the boots and went ... not down to you, but to the toilet))))

What am I doing there? No, I do not cope with my natural needs, I just need a separate booth ... I’ll stay there for 5 minutes ... This is enough for me to get ready to meet you ... And already in a fur coat buttoned all the hooks I’ll fly out of the booth and hurrying down the stairs ... four flights ... so long ... and so fast ...

Open the door. The frosty outdoor air will burn my face, forcing me to shut my eyes for a moment. I breathe in a full chest of icy air (winter has finally come), mentally I wish myself good luck, because I worry and look forward to meeting.

And I will run down the steps to the car (as it is good that they are being cleaned, you should not be afraid of slipping and you should not look at your feet).

Impatient tapping of my fingers on the window glass ..

The door is wide open.

And I dive into the warm rumbling womb of the car, picking up the long fur coat floors.

What we have in the radio? Just not the radio with its eternal advertising breaks. Put what you like the most.

Slightly turn in the direction of the rear seat, to throw back the bag and plump package. And one small package under your feet. And once again I ask myself a mental question: “Why am I carrying so many little things to work?”

The floors of the fur coat swing open, exposing at first a knee smooth and pulled into a thin nylon, then a wide lace of stockings, substituting a naked thigh for your last look.

Your surprised look ..

Do not wear stockings in the winter? - and ...

Your hand on my knee, crawling up my thigh, checking the suspicion that flashed in your eyes.

And my return smile and a nod of my head confirming your guess.

Your hand dives into the open fields of a fur coat, crawls higher and higher, runs your fingers over a slightly rough lace that surrounds the thigh ...

Up...

Up to bare thigh skin.

My smooth skin, which has not yet had time to freeze from the cold, but already sunburnt from it and from your touch.

And from the anticipation of confirming your suspicions.

Your hand runs forward, expecting to stumble on the fabric of linen ...

But does not find it.

You look up at me ..

And I slowly undo the hooks on the fur coat.

Starting at the top.

Just six.

But I'm not in a hurry, slowly opening your look (damn! How much everything is now mixed in your eyes: surprise, laughter, joy, reproach, and ... a spark of desire), first a deeply decolted chest ..

... satin fabric shirts, beige, iridescent in the light of the lights of the included radio and reflecting the light of lanterns ...

..folding on the shirt, in which she gathered in the lower abdomen, while I was getting into the car.

..and shaved pubis ...

Shaved so that there is not a single hair on it, nor on the lips of the pussy.

And your hand, still lying on my thigh.

Do you like? Are you happy? Let's go from here ...

You drive off and stop at the curb soon. Around the forest and darkness.

Quiet music from the dynamics of the car, its quiet rumbling. And my hand on your trousers, impatiently feeling the knob on them.

You move the chair back as far as possible. And my fingers are already impatiently pulling down the zipper on your pants, in a hurry to get to your penis. The last barrier is underwear. Gum panty down, under your shaved eggs, which are two elastic and smooth balls fall on top of it.

Your palm on the trunk of your dick.

And the fingers of the other hand have already burrowed into my hair at the back of my head and are pulling my head down to a slightly naked boob. Bright red, bulky and satin.

Head down, sliding down from my seat.

Your hand pulls the hood of the foreskin down, exposing the head of the dick, which I immediately clasp with moist lips.

And you press on the back of my head, dropping my head down, forcing you to swallow your dick as deep as possible, as if pulling my mouth on your dick.

My lips first stumble on your palm, squeezing your cock.

You take your hand away so that my lips can slip even lower.

Below, even lower ...

I have a stifled moan.

You know how I love it!

I love to suck your dick, I love it when you fuck my mouth with it! When you drive it deep in the tonsils!

Pressing your fingers harder, lips even lower. While they do not run into your pubis, and your prick - in my throat.

A short delay.

And lips crawl back to the foreskin roll.

I don't want to let you out of my mouth!

And now you no longer need to keep my head with your palm, my mouth itself sits on your dick in the rhythm you need. Strong and deep, the way you like, leaving it moist from my saliva.

You wrap your balls around your fingers and squeeze them.

Wait, they have not yet reached the turn.

My lips have not forgotten about them.

And here my lips jump off your dick's head, this time without holding it in its wet and hot captivity.

And already the tongue, and not the lips, impatiently touches the urethra first, and then your dick's bridle, runs down the trunk of the dick, counting such familiar swollen and entwining wreaths down to your eggs.

My fingers unclench yours, holding eggs in the palm of your hand.

To my tongue, and again the lips could touch each of the two balls hidden in the scrotum. Each in turn to clasp his lips, each with a sharp, and then wide and soft tongue.

Fingers clasp your eggs, wet from my saliva.

Raise my head.

And lick your dry lips with your tongue, still keeping the taste of your penis and eggs. I loved hearing you moan from my touch.

I wonder how to recline the seats in the car?

I now want to throw off a fur coat, which has long been slipped from its shoulders and lying with a collapsible collar around them.

Throw her in the back seat.

Turn your back to you in this uncomfortable, but terribly winding narrowness of the machine.

Lean on your knees on the seat, then your palms.

And get up cancer, exposing you and your dick any of their holes.

Your fingers brazenly walk on my shaven lips, soiling in my juice. Pushing them up and diving between them.

And forcing me to bend towards you, like a lustful cat.

And reach out for a pussy that ends with excitement!

Meet your fingers and lips.

Meet your dick.

Everything you want to shove in me.

I am ready to accept everything from you!

Your peak finger burns the wet flesh of my cunt, plunging into it completely, to its very foundation.

And the smell in the air ... The smell of lust and sex soaks my skin and clothes. How I love him!

I turn my head to you.

Thin straps shirts long ago slipped from his shoulders, exposing his chest.

Shirt gathered crumpled folds at the waist, encircling my framed my ass frame.

To the index finger in my pussy is added a big one.

A few movements in me, until you decide that enough lubrication.

And the big guy of your hand slips out of my pussy to immediately, wet, to the bottom to plunge into the narrow hole of my ass.

He slips into it very easily, my wild excitement affects him.

Bracket?

Feel how your fingers go in my two holes? And everyone feels his neighbor?

Do you like to finger my fingers in both holes?

My moans are getting louder. Podmahivaniya your ass - bolder and stronger.

Suddenly, you pull your fingers out of me.

I feel movement behind my back.

And then - the smooth head of your dick on the wet and smooth lips of pussy.

Your prick diving between them. Still holding back from the desire to jerk into my pussy. Another delay this moment. How long?

Cunt is burning fire, from the mad desire and dissatisfaction. From the desire to feel in yourself your tearing my hole dick!

My movement towards you, very light, almost imperceptible.But your tightly pressed to the opened pussy dick for a moment plunges into it.

And you can no longer stop yourself. Cutting a dick into my pussy each time more and more, hammering it into me to the very eggs. No longer hearing my groans and not noticing either the tears of pleasure flowing through my lips, neither bitten and dry lips, nor cheeks burning from excitation.

You cut in, relentlessly going to orgasm yourself and leading me to it. Making moan, cry and lose your head. Forcing him to cuddle up to the seat, scratching his nipples about him, and arching his back more and more, exposing you to his pussy.

The last spurt in me.

Strong compression of your dick with my cunt.

And your jerk back, completely pulling the dick out of me.

And throwing on my bare ass milky-white, thick jet of sperm. Narrow and long smear lying on my skin.

Another one.

And further.

Stripping my skin with a white pattern.

You bend down to collect their tongue in your mouth.

I turn to you and take them from you, since I failed to get them into my mouth. And you palm erase the still not dried tears from my cheeks.