Switching my attention and taking a greedy kiss on the neck. Irishka tightened her hold on me, she lost her sense of reality. With two hands, I caressed her back, carrying out confident movements from top to bottom, slightly massaging the heated skin. Even lower and my fingers fall on a luxurious ass. I gently stroke the rounded halves, touching the laces of a recent gift. Without opening her eyes, the girl whispers to me:

- You can remove them if you want ...

Can I refuse her ?! Of course not! With a little effort, the piece of fabric that hinders us slides along her slim legs. I pick up my gracious night nymph in my arms, help me to sit on the window sill and kneel in front of her. A series of short ardent kisses pass from the knees to the neatly trimmed pubis. Irishka instinctively reduces his hips.

“Don't be afraid, honey,” I reassure.

The girl struggles with shame and in response to her pleas in the muffled light of a floor lamp, I admire the delicate pink petals of her excited and slightly open bud. Closer close, touching his lips, feeling how wet her lips. I lick the sweet-tart nectar, penetrating the tongue as deep as possible into the virgin womb. I feel the walls of the vagina shrink, frantically caressing my face, covered with love juices, glistens in the gloom. From somewhere above you can hear the sweet moans, wipe your hand under the shirt and squeeze the swollen nipple.

- Oh! - Irishka does not hide his pleasure.

With the tip of my tongue I spread my wet lips. Her virgin hole makes squish sounds with every kiss. Clutching his clitoris with his lips, sucking it. For the thrill of sensation, I slightly bite the hardened pea with thousands of nerve endings, delivering a sweet tedious pleasure to my young princess. Irishka groans louder and more insistent, but I almost can not hear her - turned thighs reflexively closed. For the last time I sharply thrust my slippery tongue into a cramped cave, burning with wild passion and bleeding out with a perfect extract of intoxicating lust ...

- Max, I ...

And the girl is no longer able to control herself, whining in time with the waves of surging orgasm, sweeping through her body with a violent frequency. I give a few seconds of respite and again spend the tongue on the button indecently protruding between the flushed sponges. Girlish hands ruffle my short hair, lay on the back of my head and press me even more tightly between the legs. I forget that it is necessary to breathe and with the last strength I gently caress my fallen angel.

Hands weaken their grip, moans subside, and an excess of sweet nectar flows over the skin penetrated by a shiver.

I was drunk ... from the most subtle and tart wine. I lick my lips in order to prolong its taste for a moment and capture these exciting sensations in my memory that can turn me into a frantic beast.

Irishka was completely weakened and slowly crawled off the wet window sill. I took her into my strong arms, pressed her to me as the biggest jewel and carefully lowered myself into an easy chair. While I was laying the sofa in a big bed and laid a white fur plaid on it, Irishka came to herself a little and greedily swallowed mineral water from a bottle standing on the table.

“I want to drink terribly, my throat is all dry,” she explained, squeezing her lovely brown eyes.

Irishka was still not quite confidently standing on her feet, slightly staggering as if the shock wave of the explosion heard in her still echoes into unruly limbs.

- How are you, little? Are you okay?

- Yes ... just ... it was very strong, - Irishka carefully picked up again.

- What is strong? Did I hurt you ?! - I understood what she was talking about, but I wanted to get the right words about her with cunning.

- No, everything was fine ... the orgasm was strong, - the word the girl first said out loud and this made her very embarrassed and almost ashamed in front of the relaxed guy.

She was standing in front of me almost nude, with a T-shirt pulled up above her chest, and seemed to have completely forgotten about it. Between us there was no longer an awkward constraint and everything that happened seemed completely natural.

I approached her closely, looked into these expressive, deep, lightly languishing eyes of the dumber datura and involuntarily succumbed to the temptation. The girl answered my kiss and her naughty tongue burned my lips.

- Let's have a little rest, honey, - my proposal was accepted with joy and we fell on a soft blanket.

Irishka lay on the side, with her head on my shoulder. Hands and legs gently wrapped my body, I wanted to hold my breath and God forbid, not to frighten off the fairy that appeared to me last night. At that moment, my heart was overwhelmed with a mixture of a magical participle of a fascinating fairy tale and tenderness that tears from the inside, caress and care for my little and such fragile girl.

“Thank you ... honestly ... I have never been so good,” she whispers, squeezing me in her arms, trying to convey the power of her gratitude visually.

- You're welcome, honey. I myself was very pleased, - I answer and hug the girl back.

“Yes?! ... I will believe you, but I always thought that guys do not like to do this,” Irishka was genuinely surprised.

- To give pleasure and get it equally nice. Do not you know? - grinning I ask.

- I honestly asked for this several times, but he never agreed ... He always thinks of himself. It seemed to me all the guys are ...

- In my eyes you are a little beautiful angel. And there is nothing better when you feel good with me.

- True?! - pupils in her eyes widened in surprise.

“Of course it's true, honey,” I replied, and a new portion of hugs squeezed me in my ring.

- Can I try too?! ... Can I? - Irishka mumbled and started slowly, like a snake, crawling off the couch.

I silently watched her movements, trying to understand what she was driving at. But when she sat on her knees between my legs and slyly smiled, a stunning conjecture finally broke into my brain.

- Do you want ... me ?! - I whispered, still not believing the guesses.

“You don't mind,” the girl said, asserting rather than asking.

It seems the victim and the hunter swapped places and I do not mind, but the words stuck in my throat. Her fingers, in search of a zipper on trousers, sank into denim warmed by arousal.

I really wanted to see everything that happens. I stood on my elbows, watching how with deft movements Irishka unzipped the metal buckle of the belt. Then the button, the lightning, lost their power, and now my instantly hardened body is breaking free. Fingers slowly slide down on it. Irisha captivated me with her confident movements, sometimes squeezing a little cam a little closer.

“He is so beautiful ...” she admired, and bending over me, I felt burning scalp in my skin.

The girl looked at me, smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth and licked her pink lips. In the next instant, the red-hot head brazenly licked her tongue. He seemed like a piece of sharp ice, which with each cut brought me sweet pleasure. A thought flashed through my head that my innocent sweetheart already had experience in such caresses, but at that moment I was ready to forgive her everything, feeling like soft wet lips gently clasping my purple member with excitement. With the palm of one hand, she rested against the sofa, and with the fingers of the second she firmly gripped my organ at the very base. Slowly I increase the amplitude of movements. Irishka literally put her mouth on me, while gently scratching the head with her teeth. I was fascinated looking at this picture without stopping. As if sensing this, Irishka glanced at me, with a careful gesture, tucked a naughty strand of black hair falling into her eyes and stopped at the highest point.Without tearing his lips from his penis, peering into my eyes she whispered:

- Do you like? - and the smile again shone on her face.

- Yes! I'm just in seventh heaven!

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