“Do you know why it’s good to be drunk?” - Jean-Christophe asked her

He stopped Helen as she walked to the bar, and shamelessly and defiantly looked into her generously undone blouse. Helene looked away - she knew that many were looking at her now and felt jealous eyes of Jean-François.

“Leave me alone, Jacey,” she tried to squeeze a smile out of herself, although her heart began to pound and her breathing increased. And - worse than that - she felt her swelling of the clitoris swelling with desire and that thong panties become wet from arousal.

- The beauty of being drunk is that the person is telling the truth ... Would you like a drink?

“No, I need Jan,” snapped Helen - he drank a lot, but we still need to discuss matters with him.

- Listen, you know what I want now? I would like to wash you in the shower. First chest, then all your most intimate places ...

Her eyelashes flew up and her eyes, huge wet eyes, stared at him - whether in a fit of indignation, or passion.

- Stop doing that. I have a man. I do not need your fantasies.

- True?! Not needed?! Yes, I can bet on my life that you now want to fuck me more than ever ...

- Jayce, stop it!

“Okay,” Jean-Christophe drank from his glass and looked at her so that a trickle of cold sweat flowed between her shoulder blades — he glanced off her underwear and caressed her agitated body, “may I ask you to do what I want? You do it, I know. When you go next time in the shower, imagine that I am there. Imagine my fingers washing and caressing you. And if suddenly you will not be alone in your soul - imagine that he is me ... And I bring you to orgasm, but not he ...

She had to run to the toilet. The underpants were so wet — soaked through with the mucus that was exuded from her vagina — she removed them, wrapped them in toilet paper, and threw them into the trashcan. She touched her excited clitoris and almost lost consciousness ... It seemed that her nipples would tear up her tight bra and milk for an invisible baby would splash out of her, and slime streaming out of her vagina would flow down her thighs ... a roll of toilet paper ... she had finished as never before, and lost consciousness ... God, how she hated and how she loved him !!!

She awoke, kneeling on the cold tiled floor, pressing her burning forehead and cheek against the cold wall, breathing hard. She tore off a long piece of toilet paper and bashfully wiped a small puddle on the floor — juice that had flowed out of her vagina. Her knees were still trembling, but she pulled on her pantyhose on her sweat-covered legs, straightened her skirt, and went out to the guests at the restaurant. No one seemed to notice. The men were drunk, the women laughed. Well, except that a long, well, very long look of Jean-Christophe and pursed lips of Jean-Francois ...

- Listen, why does he bother you? He is not clear ?, - Jean-Francois nervously drove the car, throwing glances at Helen's knees and her breasts, generously exposed from a blouse.

“Jeff, please ... he was just drunk.” I love you...

- Drunk ?! Yes, he section and raped you with his eyes, you did not notice?

- Not!!! Jeff, I don’t look at other men ... Э Helen paused for a minute, enjoying the view on his profile. Lord, he is beautiful ... Straight Greek nose, brown eyes, thick short blond hair, dark and peach-smooth skin ... I want him to bring me to orgasm ... he will caress me even if I think about a friend ... I will moan and scream, and when I finish - I will fall unconscious in his strong arms ...

- Will you wash me in the shower?

“What?” Jean-Francois slowed down the car and stared at Helen.

“I want you to cum inside me, and then wash me in the shower ... all the places ... inside too ...”

He smiled, lowered his eyes and stopped the car on the side of the road.

- Do you want me to safely bring the car to the house? Or do you want me to explode right now?

Her lips were shaking slightly, her knees involuntarily divorced to the sides, and her eyes were moist ... He gently touched his tongue to her lips and moved her knees with his hand: - Wait for the house ...

She held up his hand: “Please, no!”

He tore her pantyhose on her - the panties were no longer on her, his finger scooped up hot fluid from the vagina, and began to caress her clit. The second hand unbuckled her blouse and took out her large elastic breasts from her bra and began to stroke them. Helene finished very quickly, in 20 seconds, she screamed in delight, he even looked back at the road - drive past other people, they might think that he was raping her and she was screaming in pain. He gave her 10 seconds of respite, kissing her hard standing nipples, and again began to pull at the clitoris. She finished again; her whole body was covered with perspiration. Jean-Francois felt that the trousers just burst on him; One moment he wanted to bend her head to himself and give it to her mouth, but her request for the soul did not give him rest ... Helen fell asleep from exhaustion, he covered her rug and drove the car home to Strasbourg.

- First, I finish in you, and then I will wash. You asked for it yourself - he began to undress her and undress himself.

Jean-Francois put her on his knees on the edge of the bed, he muffled the light in the bedroom - it was almost dark, but all the spotlights were aimed at her womb, illuminating the most intimate. At first he knelt down and began to lick her - very hard and hard. He did not touch the clitoris - he did not want her to cum now. The taste and smell of her juices drove him crazy. He began to insert his fingers inside - one, two, three; and finally his hot and hard as a rock member was inside ... He groaned with bliss and asked him to spread his legs wider and wider, until finally a hot, strong jet struck out of him.

They went to the shower. Helen loved the cool water, Jean-Francois preferred it hotter, but did exactly how she loved. At first, he simply began to excite her - kisses of the nipples, light touches to the clitoris ... When she fluttered, he abundantly soaped her with a strawberry-scented shower gel and began to wash. He stopped at the nipples - gently massaging them with the pads of the index fingers. She asked: More! Still! She almost cried when he stopped ... But his hands went down. Lord, what a treasure - her clitoris! He is hidden under the hood, but when he is excited, he goes out! The fingers pulled off the skin of the hood, and the tongue began to caress the naked head of the clitoris. At this time, the other fingers were inside her vagina, washing out the sperm. She screamed and cried from the next clitoral orgasm - it was too voluptuously painful for her. But she wanted more ...