Redhead beast

Maya is a red-haired girl, about twenty years old, about sixty meters tall, slim, chiselled legs. I met her at a wedding with our mutual friends, she came for a day from Moscow. She was not a beautiful beauty, even a pretty one could be called her with anxiety. And yet she was the center of attention, the guys curled around her. The girls at the sight of her unless they hissed, dragging their boyfriends. Maya was able to keep herself, she was able to sit down, was able to get up, with which she did it easily and naturally, defiantly, naturally, but it didn’t, I would say that she kept herself somewhere on the verge of good tone, but this line did not cross . I was without a girlfriend and, naturally, turned out to be near her.

It was very easy and pleasant to talk with Maya. The wedding went on as usual, we talked about something, ate something, drank something, in short, by the first hour of the night everyone began to disperse. Maya asked me to take her home. I naturally agreed. We gathered and left the house and walked along the night streets of our city. Walking along the embankment, Maya stopped me.

- Let's stand a little, let's talk.

We stopped and talked about something for a couple of minutes, then Maya looked at her shoes and said:

- Some kind of, brute on the foot stepped, wipe.

- Well, wipe it off? or you zapadlo.

She looked at me like a boa on her victim.

- I'm waiting!

Looking into her eyes, I began to slowly squat down. Then Maya unexpectedly took my hair, pulled me, and I found myself on my knees and my head was squeezed between her legs.

- Mai, why did you let go - I begged.

She opened her legs, and I fell like a drunk on the ground in front of her. Her gaze was calm and confident, as if nothing had happened:

- Did you like it?

- Will you do everything that I order?

- Yes - only I could say, kneeling before her.

She stroked my cheek with her hand and gently said:

- Well done, obedient boy.

And her pen, which had gently stroked my cheek before that, grabbed my hair. I looked up, looking for her gaze, and immediately got a kick in the stomach. From a blow, I ducked to her very feet:

- My shoes are dirty. Have you forgotten?

- Lick it out! Alive!

I tried to wipe the dirt with my hand, but Maya stepped on it:

- Language.

I began to lick the shoes first one after another. Finally the work was done. Maya walked around me and sat on my shoulders, wrapping her hot thighs around my neck.

- Take off your shoes and rub my tired legs!

I humbly removed the shoes from her legs and began to gently knead them.

- I want to have fun with you, but here it is not very convenient.

- Is there a better place?

- On the veranda, in kindergarten, about five minutes walk, quickly realizing, I answered.

“Good, but I'm tired today.”

- You're taking me on yourself.

I got to my feet.

- Went - she ordered.

We headed towards the kindergarten. I held her legs with my hands, as if they were in stirrups. Sometimes she stood up like a rider in the saddle.

We came to the fence of the kindergarten.

- Stop! - ordered my rider.

She got off me, sat on the fence. I climbed over the fence and framed my neck.

Maya sat on my neck and made a movement with her hips, said:

- Go!

Bypassing the bushes, I headed deep into the garden.

Standing up once again, like a rider in the saddle, she looked around, seeing the closed veranda, said.

- Vaughn is what you need.

- Let's go there - pointing at the wooden structure, she said.

Coming up, I knelt down and bowed my head, letting her get down. Pressing my head with both hands, she seemed to push me out from under herself, not paying any attention to me, climbed the stairs to the veranda. Sitting on the bench, she said:

- Go here.

I went up to her on the veranda.

- Well, that and you will stand?

- Live on your knees!

I obediently knelt before her.

- Well done, obedient boy - Maya praised me.

- Now lie on your back.

- Head here - she pointed to the place between the legs.

I lay down in front of her as she said. Maya put her foot on my chest, slightly pressing down on her heel.

- Well, how are you slave share.

- I liked being a horse.

- Yes.

Immediately followed by a heel strike in the chest, I already killed my breath:

- Yes, who?

- Yes Mistress.

- That's the same thing.

“You can still call me Mistress.”

- You learn fast, that's good.

Maya stood up.

- Lower the panty hoses and panties.

I carefully, trying not to scratch her delicate skin, executed the order. I was kneeling in front of my mistress, my head was at the level of her pussy.

She sat down on the bench.

- Did you lick at anyone?

And without waiting for an answer, she added.

- Well, nothing, now learn!

Grabbing with both hands, my hair, pulled her head to the crotch.

- It's sad of course!

- And more tightly pressed my face to his pussy added.

- Lick!

Running my tongue over her outer lips, I began to lick her pussy.

- Tenderer! - Maya guided me.

She directed my head with her hands, leading her across the crotch.

- Sui your tongue!

- Deeper!

- Even deeper!

- Lick!

- Lick inside!

Watching as I lick her charms, she lay back on the bench and let go of my head.

I do not know how much time has passed, but I managed to start it. She breathed heavily, grabbed my head with both hands, pressing hard between my legs, trying to shove her as deep as possible into her crotch.

When she finished, she squeezed my head tightly with my hips, pressing my hands to my pussy, I could barely breathe. Finally, everything was over, she relaxed, let me go, I wanted to continue, but received a kick with my foot.

- Sit down.

The hostess lit a cigarette.

- Come on, clean my pussy.

After I did my job, she got up, and I put on her panties and tights.

- I'm tired.

- Enough.

- Time to go home.

- In a pose!

I knelt, the Mistress sat on my neck, and I took her back. It was quiet on the street, not a soul, only I and my rider.

“I want to piss,” she laughed.

- Do you want to drink? - and without waiting for the answer said:

- Take off my tights and pants, quickly.

I began to take off her panties and tights.

- Enough! she said when I lowered them just below the knees.

- Now get down.

I threw back my head and leaned on my arms.

She stood back, legs apart, as allowed lowered panties. With one hand she lifted her skirt, and with the other she took my hair and shoved my head between my legs.

- Open your mouth! Wider!

Letting go of her skirt, she pressed my mouth to her pussy with both hands ..

She did not take long to start writing almost immediately.

- You are lucky that I do not want to go on foot, otherwise I would obosala, from head to toe.

- Swallow!

She jetted with a break, giving the opportunity to swallow.

“Lick me there,” she said when she finished ...