“By the way, that was my boyfriend.” And he heard everything ...

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I think it should be described how after that drunken sex in my friend’s apartment I was a frequent guest in Dasha’s bed. In fact, everything turned out somehow spontaneously.

The next morning we didn’t have time to mention it: I immediately (after eating the eggs first) faded home, where I was treated with a beer and a good sleep. Waking up in the evening, got up. I went to the kitchen - after all, one scrambled eggs a day, especially after such and such a drinking party, is somehow not enough. All the events of the past two days have piled on their hearts. This is the separation from the girl, for whom I have long courted and with whom I have been in close relations for a long time. She, of course, was not aware of, but I had already managed to buy a ring and was about to make an offer for our anniversary. However ... fate considered otherwise. After loud showdowns and liters of shed tears, we decided to run up.

Another event was undoubtedly my adventures that night. Extremely unusual for me, it should be noted. There was, of course, a time when I lay at home, staring at porn, and imagined that we were with a couple of fucking acrobats, but the idea of ​​doing all this in Java seemed somewhat wild to me. Not only that, to fuck the girl without special preludes and preliminary courtship. To hell with him in an apartment full of people. But oral sex, especially with such a sexy girl, seemed to me out of reach.

Thus, my unfortunate brain got into the most unpleasant situation, except Odyssey, who was familiar. Between Scylla and Charybdis. Between pride and grief. Between sorrow and vice. I did not know what to do now. On the one hand, I am an abandoned lover, whose heart is broken and the psyche is undermined. On the other - I’ve peppers, who baked a busty maiden 24 hours ago. Therefore, I acted banally, as the most ordinary young man of the 21st century - got into the Internet.

There has already opened a bunch of all meaningless and useless links, hammering his head with unnecessary information. Thumbing through the sites, I went to my page in classmates and found it there. My mistress last night. She put a rather vulgar picture on the avatar - she was lying naked in bed, and the thin material of the duvet cover covered her delicious figure. I suddenly shuddered and shots of last night. But I did not have time to see her charms in the dark. Perhaps this photo has changed something in my worldview. I glanced at the rest of the page: free porn, what girls want, Maxim’s men's magazine, dating site for single or abandoned hearts, a girl threw you and you want to do something with yourself?! ... Then I turned my eyes to the half-naked bitch on the avatar of Dasha. Next to the photo, her status shone: “I sit. I'm stupid. Waiting for you! Where are you? ”There was a fleeting, but very reasonable question:“ What the fuck am I sitting here and downloading free porn?! ”

In the next moment the monitor went out, and I was already in the shower. A little more time passed, and I, dressed in my favorite jeans, red sweatshirt and leather jacket, went down the stairs. Today I was already absolutely sober. My brain was clear. And I knew what I wanted.

I no longer remembered her house number or apartment number. But my legs still remembered the road, and my fingers - the necessary keys on the intercom. Now it seemed that a whole life (and even more) had passed since I taught her to kiss. I already could not believe that it once happened. Like a long-forgotten dream. Then we were completely different.

Less than half an hour, and I already stood at her door.My fingers didn't even have to type numbers on the panel - the door was open. I flew into the porch. In two steps I flew over the ladder and pressed the bell button. (Even the sound was the same) Suddenly, he awakened a fleeting doubt in my head: And if she is not alone? And if she refuses? Do I need it at all ?! But it evaporated as rapidly as it appeared. I noticed how she clung to the peephole and, seeing, not recognizing me immediately, asked again:

- Who?

“Open it,” I said.

The lock rustled and the door opened. She stood on the threshold, wondering what I had forgotten here. It was written on her face. This she said, barely seeing me:

- What did you forget here ?!

I did not respond. Playfully stepped inside and dug into her lips with his. I have no idea how, and most importantly - with what, I closed the front door, because the next second I picked it up, as I did before at night, and dragged it into her room. From the kitchen came the clatter of dishes: probably, Xenia was preparing dinner. From the audience - the soundtrack of a movie. We passed all this and settled on her bed.

Dasha, by the way, was dressed in a home silk robe that did not reach to her knees. Bra again she forgot to wear. And under the robe adorned lace thong. (I have already mentioned that I am delighted with the strings ?!) We were lying on her bed. My tongue is stuck in her mouth. I firmly pressed her sweet body to my own, exposing her chest as she walked and pulling off my jacket and hoodie. She smelled pleasantly of shower gel, and her hair was still slightly damp. My hand reached into the already-tried lands, where her virginity once lived. The finger immediately passed her lips and began to massage the clitoris. Dasha was ecstatic: her breathing slowed, her heartbeat quickened, and through her parted lips came sighs of bliss.

I walked with my bristles on her cheek, neck, shoulders, covering them with kisses, and finally went down to the fourth size, where ripe nipples were filled with excitement. They went to battle with their teeth. As soon as I bit this fruit, Dasha convulsed. Her legs blissfully parted in different directions, giving me a secret place. Her lips were shed and burned with a flame of lust. I practically felt the air being filled with its fluids, inviting, teasing me and my soldier.

Imperceptibly, neither for her, nor for myself, I see mechanically, with my second hand I unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock, which was petrified, waiting outside. Then my hands closed on her wrists, and I pressed the slave of lust to the bed so that she seemed completely defenseless. A moment later, I broke into her treasury. Burst rough. Burst sharply. The room (and the whole apartment, I suppose) was filled with its cries and groans. Today she was sober and probably nothing now prevented her from enjoying sex completely. She wrapped her legs around my lower back. She straightened them so that I penetrated her deeper. She toiled under my brutal pressure. A couple of times I caught her eyes on me. The rest of the time she lay, eyes closed, and screamed at the top of her lungs. In addition to her moans, her bed creaked terribly and strove to fall apart. But I was on the drum. The only thing I wanted at that moment was to eat plenty enough myself and tear off her insatiable pussy.

Taking advantage of the moment, Dasha freed herself from my grip and, straining, changed her position, dropping me on my back. Actually, I was not against it. Quite the contrary - now I was lying and looking at her from below. From above, Dasha was no less loud: she skillfully jumped on my friend, managing to wag a pelvis, accompanied by her own crazy moans. I even had an idea whether she had uterine rabies, she screamed so vehemently. I admired her breasts, seductively jumping in front of my eyes, her shaved pubis, peeking out from under her robe, her charming face, on which stood a mixture of pain, lust and pleasure. I remembered her avatar.“Oh, I’m in the room that served as the studio for that photo!” Dasha continued jumping, occasionally slowing down, sitting on me until thawing and turning my hips. From such sex, even I did not stint on a couple of languid sighs and groans. Pretty exhausted, Dasha froze and looked at me, wiping her forearm ... Read more →