shower from the shower on a long thin handle ... Although not so thin, if you look closely. The shower is very similar to the male organ! And water, meanwhile, wonderfully caresses the skin of the abdomen, flows through the thighs, through the legs ... She directed her hand into the crotch. ABOUT! It is wet, but not from water. The shower was already getting sick.

Lena switched the faucet to the tap, lay on her back, put her heels on the wall opposite and spread her knees wider. Water, as a member of a skilled lover, gently and confidently opened swollen dark-pink big lips and rested against small ones. Reached the clitoris, began to massage him, suck and move on. She stroked the contours of the vagina, tracing the soft lines of her body with her warm gentle tentacles.

The movement of the hips - and the trace of it is already on a very sensitive skin inside ... But she returned this impatient lady-lover, so familiar and dear, to the former rut. He again went to the clitoris - presses on him and slides a little to the left, returns again, pulses like a living ... The jet is thick, like a member, it easily entered it, quickly and confidently. She inside filled the vagina to the bottom, completely, oh, how good!

She opened her arms wider, hips up and down, faster, faster, more, oh-oh-oh-oh! It is getting so hot, like boiling water, but she knew the water was a little warm, she warmed up so much from the approaching orgasm, another movement - two more - and ... That's it!

The stomach cramped up, small ripples on the legs, fog in the eyes went ... Helen with force reduced the muscles of the vagina, pushing all the water without a trace, and sobbed a little sob. Tears came to my eyes ...

Then, when she washed her hair and dried her hair, she temporarily turned into a professional makeup artist. She diligently painted and puffed, and in the end it turned out very bright and defiant! What you need!

At the open closet, I chose clothes for several minutes. As for the stockings, the question did not even stand. She liked to wear stockings, preferred them to pantyhose (of course, there are times when stockings are simply impossible to wear, for example, under short shorts, short skirt or out of season), and she knew very well that many men like it. Some simply end up from one type of stockings on slender legs, especially if it is clear that these are stockings, and there is nothing else under the skirt.

Therefore, she immediately put on a lace black belt (French, she loved expensive and beautiful clothes), strapped in black fishnet stockings with arrows, thong panties, short light skirt, tight blouse and red high-heeled shoes. In my head flashed - red and black - fucking color. I looked in the mirror. She was watched by a spectacular brown-haired woman with a cool figure, big boobs poured under a fashionable blouse and in a short skirt, tight elastic, round ass, with long slim legs, brightly painted plump lips and sultry brown eyes.

“Hell looked at me like a prostitute, and she smiled.” Then she pulled her skirt up - became visible panties, which slightly covered the reddened pussy. She pulled her panties to the side - hair appeared on the pubis. For some reason, I liked it so much more. Then the girl took off everything except stockings with a belt. “So spectacular, I will be like a real prostitute,” she thought, and decided to get rid of the vegetation between her legs to the fullest picture. She went into the bathroom, took out a can for shaving, squeezed the foam on her hair and took the machine.

The short hairs from her lips quickly disappeared, revealing an even greater beauty of the velvety pubic skin. Passionate about work, she felt dizziness and warmth rising in the lower abdomen.

At the end of the shave, Lenochka wiped off the remaining foam with a damp towel and wiped the ginseng cream in her shaved pussy.What she saw in the mirror, she suddenly liked: shaved crotch, like a magnet, caught the eye.

The labia were well developed; between the two fleshy, pink outer, dark petals of the inner lips protruded. The sight turned out to be very sexy. She looked like a very young girl, with a juicy and inviting vagina and was delighted with the new feeling in her crotch.

“Oh, this is great. So cool and fresh. I never thought that I would like it so much! Any man, seeing this, rushes to lick without any request! ”, She thought, and stroked her vagina, feeling the velvety smoothness under her fingers.

Then she put on a black raincoat, not short and not long - just above the knees, once again looked at herself in the mirror and was pleased - a beautiful brown-haired woman in a fitted raincoat, in fishnet stockings and red shoes with heels. Who will not pay attention to this?

Helen unbuttoned the top and bottom buttons and slightly pushed the leg forward. If you do not look closely, then nothing is visible. Well, if ... - she took a few steps on the spot ... - maybe a little pussy can be seen, just a little, but this when walking, no one will see!

The girl drank the remnants of festive vodka (for courage so that her legs would not tremble) and left the apartment. It was about twelve o'clock at night.

Chapter 2. From the first person. Basement.

I walked down the street and felt the cool breeze unceremoniously open the floors of my raincoat and brazenly climb under the hem. It was exciting. He tickled lips soaked with softening cream, and gently stroked my elastic young ass. Adrenaline in the portions got into the blood and gave even more urgency to the night adventures. I felt something new, hitherto unexplored, humility and tumult at the same time. The drunk vodka gradually hit the head, inspired it and after a moment immediately lowered it to the ground.

How do you want a man! Hey!!! Are there real men in this city who can stick a sweet, pretty, young woman? Silence ... I go further. Around - not a soul. The sight is disappointing. In this city, no one wants to tear off a cute slut who will be very grateful for fucking under the first bush that came across!

Several times I almost fell, but kept my balance and went slower. Then she unbuttoned one more button on the raincoat from below and above, and immediately got bare, almost to the waist - no one sees the benefit. It's a pity! I imagined how frank glances of men undress me, stop at my slim, stocked legs, what thoughts they have, and the aching feeling of lust immediately rolled up to my lower abdomen. “Although, I thought, this is all - feigned courage, courage. Who knows what I will do, come now to me a peasant with a protruding elda ”!

I passed through the courtyard of the houses, located by the letter "P". A couple was sitting on a bench near the nearest entrance. They kissed and did not notice anyone around. To them, something to settle down! Then she went through the arch, turned right and went into the store. The guard at the entrance at the sight of me instantly goes out of a half asleep state. And there is from what! My chest almost falls out of clothes. Only nipples are hidden. I think with interest that if I take a step, then they will definitely fall out. There are only two buttons on the raincoat, and this is almost enough to determine that there is no vegetation between my legs.

There were almost no people in the store. I felt that, either from vodka, or from my recklessness, I got drunk even more, so I tried to go as evenly as possible (I didn’t have enough to fall in the store!), And went to the wine department. The bulging eyes of saleswomen and rare belated buyers, their lustfully interested looks - it still excited me more! While I'm at the store, I'm safe. And there it will be necessary to quickly fly home. Cloak holds, tits have not yet fallen out, but the delicate skin of the vagina feels the breath of the breeze. I conclude that everything is visible.

Finally I reached the shelves with wine. There was a couple here, probably a husband and wife, and chose to note something with which wine.A man stood facing me and suddenly stopped talking, unceremoniously staring down at the place where my raincoat was flung open .... Read more →