I am 25 and I love life. I love sex and can tell a lot. I would be happy if you had some of my revelations. It is very important when they understand you. A poet in life, I can show the most secret things very beautifully. And I am sure that readers will like it. After all, they are also people, which means they want to see their favorite porn in a different light, when there is no reason to be shy and hide their Sexy Dreams. And when millions take lust, there are no limits to the sex industry. So, a lot of money, a lot of sex and everyone is happy. My American Dream is an unconditional victory for Sex - the revolution, and so that every girl knows that there is no such guy who is not her! wanted! ..
Years passed, and the smell of her hair and slightly parted shoulders still remember when it was quiet, morning and unfinished cognac stirs the blood ...
I was a good boy at school, but I’ll just come home, do my homework and quickly go to the cherished box where my girlfriends are waiting for me. Pictures, photos - no difference, most importantly, I loved them. And they gave confidence. And when different frigid aunts learned how to live in class, I believed that I would not help any theorems if I didn’t get up on a beautiful girl. And there is one axiom: while alive - love, you can not - leave me alone, be a man.
And now, filled with illusions, I climb the career ladder, on the sides of the temptations, and in front of only a dubious family happiness. I thought and decided that early puberty gives the right to turn left. And somewhere in the depths you are already on a quiet beach, and the hips of a dancing Haitian woman are nicely combined with the taste of cigars ...
An avid bachelor now, then I was right. Yes. I increasingly began to visit the local Univer's hostel. Korean women, mulatto - they were nothing. And they liked the lustful young man with glasses, who was just waiting for the moment to relax and do ... this!
When they put me on one of the lectures! solid! count, I saw her. Sitting at a cozy desk and feeling the depth of the failure I received, I could not help but stare at the fluttering of her tight pants in the area of the love chakra. And the teacher is everything: “Show it, explain it ...” - here you jerk at every sight of her new perspective. Her breasts are rising more and more, hmm, so she noticed my naughty bump. Everything, I can not - it is necessary to undertake something ...
She retired for a minute (like in the lavatory), and I followed her. Opposite! Cabinet! Director was a small room, where usually rests technicians. We went there.
Against the background of the interior in the style of "sado-mazo" I listened to her quiet voice, which aroused stronger than any porn. And for what the prelude, when she just goes down the tongue lower and lower, and the warmth of her breathing shakes. Her even back spurs a desire to take hers. A few Strip shows, and lowered panties opened the fresh charms of my Lolita. I was chained to her, and only wanted to smell the hot flesh. This is not just sex, it's magic! ... I did not expect her mouth to take my dick to the end. But when her chest is in front of our eyes, and we are almost one whole - why is there something else? ... She obediently spread her white legs. I slightly spent on a soft strip with my boy, and with each new push - deeper and more often - she moaned, squirmed! Her nails cut my back, but I didn’t feel pain; and droplets of blood decorated our Orgy. I stroked my device everywhere, and when I got to my ass, my cock exploded in the dirty instinct of an orgasm !!! Damn, it was already a call, and we were wet, together, and when the director saw our bloody finale, we didn’t care.
What can I say, we have different lives, but when quiet music sounds, for some reason I feel pain and I want a drop of sweaty blood with its smell instead of wine ... Such are the Sins of youth.
The_End !!!
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