It's hot ... For once I admire what happens on the street. And I can admire for a long time, because I am standing in a shop window waiting for someone who wishes to fuck me. Our new gentleman decided to introduce my damnation into the masses more widely. From the storefront.

And here I am, squinting from the unusual sunlight (although there are occasional clouds crawling across the sky, and just there was a rain), I consider a narrow street behind glass, a channel through which some boats occasionally float. My showcase is on the corner, so you can see the street leading to the canal. But there is nothing interesting - only deaf firewalls.

But from the channel side, people periodically pass. It's funny, they don't give a damn about the luxurious, golden-haired beauty in the black grace, from which a chest is about to fall out, a very resilient and appetizing, of the same color of thongs, which only conceal my second mouth and show the whole world not the worst ass and wedges ( however, they are not visible, below the knees, I am closed, put to the leg on the windowsill, I will demonstrate). In general, the luxurious chick ... And, by the way, not one, there are a lot of us in the windows. But, alas, for the corrupted Dutch we have long been an ordinary part of the landscape. Like a channel. And the guests of the city here are not in a hurry. No, I lie, here they are, just a lot. That's just clearly not the case - the next tour.

Hmmm, only here they guessed to make the red light district a tourist object ... And here again, women and old people deliberately turn their eyes away, men and teenagers strip their eyes with eyes (and they are very interested) with girls. What, baby, interesting? Join now! And they would know who is in front of you, it would be even more interesting. Maybe a poster to write in three languages ​​- “Who wants to fuck a Russian associate professor, candidate of philological sciences?” And I was immediately guaranteed a full house. Then, you see, and the cashier would have passed, and pampered her girl ...

Ah, dreams, dreams ... They have already left. Here one turns stealthily and quickly, until the guard yields and the guide shouts (or the blessed woman does not notice) taking pictures. And something tells me that it is me ...

And again I stand, I miss. No one loves me and loves me ... From idleness and the impossibility of somewhere to go, I start to play with my mane. And combing myself to me! And I will cover a blond braid! No sooner said than done. I start combing my pretty regrown hairs, oh, how thick and silky they are! The process captures me so much that I forget about the purpose and place of my stay. I think of myself when a certain gentleman literally gets stuck in the shop window. With a swing. I charmed him with my appearance of Lorelei panel. Oh, of course I was enchanted, the lace on the thong on the right was unleashed, and I was gladdening the whole street with the look of my shaved pussy. Oh, how awkward! Oh, and this is also - I twitch to the traitors-strings, and my gorgeous boobs are breaking free from the captivity of too small bra. All goods face!

I have not been in public for a long time, and even more so - in this form - practically naked on the street. Therefore, I feel discomfort and embarrassment, heat rushes to my cheeks. Anna Vladimirovna, honey, yes you blush! And this is after the last three weeks have managed to sexually satisfy fifty men, or even more, as well as about a dozen women. And yet also in different ways - orally, anally, vaginally, individually and collectively (if similarities are interesting - see Notes of a prostitute Iss. 1-9).

This is all told for a long time, but in fact, realizing that I was sticking up in a shop window with a bare cunt, and a man was staring at me, I flushed like color of poppies, and my oppressor (or troublemaker?), Playfully pulled the door handle towards him showcase and is.

Well, honey, hello!

I meet the client at the door. He, it seems, is also somewhat excited - his eyes are burning behind the glasses of his glasses, he licks his nerves, his hands sweaty on his pants. I'm probably not better.And, most likely, our mutual stunts explains everything that happened next.

I stuttered, babbling him a kind of greeting in German. He answers and, having approached, somehow unusually gently strokes my cheek and hair. My firstborn today clearly takes me for a newcomer to the tselochka in the brothel business. Okay, now I'm half consciously playing along with him. As if reluctantly, continuing to flutter modestly with cilia, yelp, and push him away with his fingers, when he touches my priests (of course, by chance!), His cheeks are still rosy.

He is even more gentle, but quite stubbornly pushing me to the workplace. Sit down beside him. The client continues to stroke me on the cheek, and with the second hand - first on the back, and when I sag from a pleasant shiver and (of course, by chance) I touch it with my breast, still poured out of my bra, it goes to my virgin thigh, from there to the pope. I supposedly give up slowly (and I want to fuck myself - it’s already reducing the teeth!).

Here is his one his hand again begins to caress my hair, and the second in a partisan rushes to the chest. Oh, how nipples strained! And the hand slides already on the stomach, below ...

- Ooooh!

It is with amazement that he discovers that I am already flowing in thirty-three jets, not counting small splashes.

- Honey Baby!

Wow, we also speak English! Better fuck soon! In order to speed up the process, but at the same time continue the comedy gently kissing him on the lips (I haven’t taken six hours in my mouth, will not smell) and as embarrassingly as possible, but quickly begin to unzip his pants. Where is the content, here! He has time to unbutton his shirt. Looks into my eyes with a willful look, they say, come on, baby, learn!

I study. I begin to kiss his face, neck, chest finely; lower, lower, lower, op!

His hand imperatively bends down my head, putting her mouth on the rising member. By the way, nothing member. Not very small, not monstrously large, just right. Especially for the beginning shy prostitute, in whose role I am now.

I start quietly doing him a blowjob, again, again, depicting inexperience in this matter, and then allegedly quickly acquiring professional skills. At the same time, I caress my breasts with my left hand, and when my tempter is taken for them, I turn to my favorite crack.

Yeah, the client has matured, but I already overripe, is about to burst. I also give him a gentle and demanding implant myself on his dick (he continues to sit, so it is more convenient for him to have my tits) and start jumping. I have no time to endure. True, prezikom I still fooled him. Come on, honey, come on, come on! Fuck your virgin girl!

Oh, stopped ... And, he wants to teach me a new posture ... Now I sit back to him and resume interrupted flight. Oh, oh, oh, aaaa!

Again, change the position. Acrobat! Pancake!

Now he lies, and again I sit on it. Well, I tell you! Rather, rather, while he did not remember another picture from Kama Sutra! There is! I'm finishing!

And he is not! I am moved to the knee-elbow position. What, really? Yes, he clearly wants to attach me (and as he believes for the first time) to the anal. Oh well!

Oh, you are my caring, I smeared the hole with anal grease, not lazy. Now he pokes his hose. Well, in order not to be disappointed right away, the sphincters are slightly strained. Let him think that he is my first. Or almost the first.

Yeah, puffs, but climbs, there is! I went back, we squeeze it harder, now again inside, we start to relax a little, again back, again forward, giving-a-a-a-ay!

And he famously takes possession of my booty. I scream and heartily podmahivayu him. After all, she has lived for almost thirty years, but did not know how great it is, until from the associate professors to the brothel girls did not retrain ... But now I’m eating up!

My dear wield their bayonets in me all the more energetic, sniffles and wheezes harder, now, now ... Yes! By the way, I’m finishing up too ... Fell down nearby.

Once again, he gently strokes my cheek, my pussy, then turns away and ... suddenly jumps up, says something Dutch in a stifled way (it seems something rude) and starts to dress feverishly ....