in four hands and, almost tearing, we tear off. Now I can kiss your thighs, touch the edges of my panties with my fingers, stick my legs over the stockings with my lips. You crouch down to me, I again catch your lips with your lips, and again we are fighting with my belt and buckles in four hands. You, like a blunder-nouveau, slide your hand below, where the denim is puffed up by a hillock, with your other hand undoing the zipper. I stroke your breasts, lift them with my hands, pressing your back to the edge of the sofa, then my hands slide down, climbing under the gum. You moan, straighten-eat legs, leaning back on the sofa, and I pull the panties off your legs. Oh, do not break, it will be a pity - the only sober thought flashes. Panties wet lumpy, fly into the corner, and I desperately kick, throwing off jeans, because my hands are busy with your stockings. Rolling them, I run my hands over your legs - how delightful they are, long, rounded and slender, tanned, with a barely noticeable golden fuzz.

I kiss your knees, rise higher on the delicate skin of the inner side, until I reach short hairs where the legs end. I touch my tongue there, press my lips, you moan in full voice and wriggle under my palms. I don’t really like this kind of caress, but for the sake of such a moan, for the sake of the elastic tension of your thighs, for the sake of your palms on my shoulders, I’m ready to do it, it seems endlessly ... However, you think differently, your hands turn into demanding caress you pull me by the shoulders above, and you yourself slide back off the sofa onto the carpet. Surprisingly - you are almost my height, but I cover you all, again kiss the chest, neck, face, shoulders, and you stroke your hands with my neck, chest, then attracting, releasing, several times with your hands on your hips, and suddenly hook with your thumbs last gum and pull down. I move closer so that you can pull off the melting through the knees, and just at this moment my cock breaks out of captivity, but not for long - you catch it with your lips. I feel like I am being pulled by the current, I squeeze your shoulders, bend in half, trying to reach out and kiss at least your ma-kushka. You throw halfway through the still-unbooted swimming trunks, with one hand hugging me behind the tail, and the other helping your lips. I can barely restrain myself from shouting like a wild King Kong shout, but instead I squeeze your shoulders even more. You shudder - oh I'm an idiot, it hurts you! Embarrassed, I move away, mumble something in a penitential tone, but you only briefly look at me and energetically shake your head, unable to speak. However, I get bored unilaterally (although I see that you also like it more), I step a little on the carpet with my knees to reach out with my hand, and now my fingers gently stroke the wet hollow. You start to moan loudly in a low chest voice, I feel your shoulders become covered with goosebumps, you are trembling - and I also tremble, we both shake. You let go of your arms, throw back onto your back, twist the arc, so that your breasts stick up like steppe mounds with nipples on the top. I fall on you, at the last moment resting my palms on the floor, I grab these table-bikes not with lips, but with my mouth, trying to draw them as deep as possible, I lick them with my tongue, kiss them around and between the breasts. You strongly cover me with your hands over the waist, you go towards a meeting, the first touch, we pull back for a moment, but then we rush again to meet and I enter you, into the hot and humid depth. You scream and laugh at the same time, it seems that I, too, scream, just howl and howl, entering you again and again. We try to kiss, do not fall and just lick each other, completely beast, forgetting everything and everyone, starting with ourselves.At the last moment I was late in thinking that I had not asked a word about contraceptives, but my gum remained somewhere at the bottom of the bag. I still have time to jump out of you, but I can’t hold back anymore, it's like holding a tearing grenade with my hands, and the first drops are flying on your chest and stomach. You wrinkle your face, moaning already plaintively, but with your hands you pull me closer, open your mouth and re-embrace the head with your lips. I turn around, with such a direction the tongue does not work, and I lips naschupy-vayu necessary tubercle in your hollow. You are trembling, slightly squeezing my head with your feet, and your tongue is again and again passed around the head, then with gentle touches, then with short jolts. I continue to kiss and gently bite your lip bump, trying to guess how you like. It seems that it turns out that you are shaking more, you are again breaking off at the cry, bending so that you even rise from the floor with me, I wrap your legs and we shake together, in no way able to stop ...

I first come to my senses, rise, fit beside, attach your head on my chest. You still occasionally shudder, sob, clinging to me with all your hot and slightly sweaty body. I breathe and can’t breathe in the breath of the delicious sweaty orgasm of sweet, beloved, dear woman, kiss your lips, cheeks, forehead, eyes ... You taste a little salty - what is it, tears, sweat? And, it does not matter, it seems, I, too, are wet in front of my eyes ... Wow, well, wow ... I try to catch my breath with several deep breaths - it does not work, and why? I embrace you, we nestle closer, “Sweet” - I whisper. "Oh, Max ... I'm floating, everything is spinning ..." Your voice is interrupted, you stick my neck, often and hotly breathing ...

First, you press more and more closely, I try to cover and warm you with my hands, but the month on the street is far from May, and lying naked, though on a thick carpet, well, it's not hot at all. I lean back, stroke your hair, examine your features, familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. You also recline, rolling your head over my arm, dragging, but because of the cold, not for long. “Oh, I almost fell asleep ... It was so good, in general everything blurred before my eyes, as I fall down, warmly and gently, so enveloping ... Rising?” We get up, go to the bath - and wash and warm. Again, I miss you forward, and with my eyes, shrug shoulders, arms, back, where her hair does not hide. Two completely different pleasures - look at you through the fog of passion and look at you like that. I would not undertake to choose - but it’s not necessary to choose, you can combine It is a pity, a little - here and the bath, you open the water and collect the hair, so as not to wet. My eyes just stick to you, your arms raised, shoulders, chest ... I want to touch, stroke - which I, of course, do, stroking your hands, hips from waist to raised elbows, you freeze, as if listening to sensations, you turn a little, sliding the elastic hemisphere in my palm. I again reach out to you, not yet having the strength, but already having the desire ...

You finally somehow collect your hair, snap a hairpin and step over the edge of the bath. I look without stopping, even somehow awkwardly staring, but you do not have a counter, even deliberately stretch, then run your hand over your hip, smiling slyly at the same time.

- Let me wash you, I say

- Come on. Just me too

We soap two small sponges and start stroking each other with them. However, the lips somehow uninteresting, I first connect the second hand, and then completely throw the lip-ku, stroking your palms. On soapy skin, the hands go to strangeness easily, but each bulge is felt especially clearly. The rhythm of your breathing changes, and mine, in fact, too. And not only breathing - your hands without the slightest embarrassment (however, did I really feel embarrassed?) Twitch and stroke my hung boyfriend and he again inflates, as if from pride. That you change movements, now your palm covers it with a ring and slides along, faster and faster.I pull you to yourself, trying to get back inside, but you stop moving, gently pulling back, “wait, it will be uninteresting. I'll call you now. ”You quickly wash off the soap, wrap yourself in a towel ... Read more →