sweat from forehead and chest. She was breathing heavily. I wondered: Did she try to hit me with her skills in bed, so that I felt ashamed, they say, this is what you once refused; or is she really in bed - sexy slut, exhausted without a strong member? Shaking my head, I threw her "Come here" and, clasping her to me, I spread her legs and tore her off until my friend let out the last drops of sperm in her bottomless womb.

We lay on her bed, naked and wet. I didn’t want to move or stand up — not-th-th. I turned my head in her direction: she rested, staring dumbly at me. On the face froze imprint of orgasm. I lay down on my side, face to face, stretched out my hand and pulled a loose curl from her face. Her lips stretched into a smile. Once she told me that she loved me, but I never believed her: that was her essence, a deceptive guise. Dasha looked at me with gratitude. Whether in those fifteen minutes of stunning fuck. Whether for the fact that I did not leave, I almost finished it. At that moment it even seemed to me that we were bound by something more than the past. Something more than non-binding sex. Something told me that I had to pull myself close to her and kiss her. I broke off, but I succumbed to this "something."

When the moment of unity was over and we regained the ability to speak, I looked around. Already a damn eternity did not look into her room. It remained the same, although it has undergone a lot of changes. Among the new furniture, all sorts of "Feng Shuya" stuff, I noticed a cooked outfit for this evening. “Damn, she had plans,” a familiar voice spoke into my head. At that moment her mobile phone was lying on the table. It was he. The one with whom she was going to spend the evening. Perhaps even surrender to him. On the first date. Something told me that he was not yet in her bed. Probably the fact that he calls her instead of just calling. Especially this outfit. I do not think that she would take a long time to pick up clothes for a walk with a guy. Is that she wanted to please him. She babbled with him on the mobile phone. In the meantime, I pulled on my jeans, put on my jacket, and, in her guilty eyes, I retired to the exit.

Actually, Ksenia herself and her young man were sitting in Ksenia’s room. They are located on her bed. Cute doves sat in their arms and watched some romantic movie.

- Hi, Xenia! - I threw to her.

Xenia, however, was speechless when she saw ME in her apartment. Probably, my visit wore the neck of a myth in these places. For I have not been here already, remember, eternity. Besides, I think Xenia believed that Dashin the fucker, from whose member she was moaning, as a victim, was someone other than that unknown subscriber.

I went out into the street, holding the door for some major, who, coming out of the car with flowers, hurried to get into the entrance, surely did not remember the apartment number. I went to the wheelbarrow (not otherwise "beha"). Major left his smartphone on the front panel, on the panel of which the call was highlighted, as well as the caller's name: Dashenka. I looked again at Dasha's window and with a contented smile took a deep breath. No, life really began to improve ...

***

All week passed in this spirit: I came, I won, I left, leaving the girl with traces of an orgasm on her face. We did not talk about relationships. We didn’t try to make empty phrases like “I’m fine with you” or “I love you”. These words must themselves be spoken, and not by complex manipulations. When I met the one that left me, these phrases sounded sincere, I wanted to say them. And they did not come from the brain, but from the heart. Dasha was just Dasha. The girl with whom I liked to have sex.No more. No, she, of course, was very attractive. However, I did not feel any exalted feelings for her. I do not know what was on her mind, but I hope she did not harbor any hope. Besides, I didn’t promise her anything so that she could hope.

So, free relations somehow established themselves: I can sleep with her, as well as with all the other girls. She could also give to whom she wants — she is not my property, I am not the first, I am not the last.

Sometimes I stayed with her until morning. On such days, at breakfast, I talked to Xenia, who obviously had a tooth on me, and her boyfriend, who seemed to me quite a sweet pepper, even if it was a little “waffle”. At least chpokal he her what you need! Until everything came to that quarrel, which served as a wonderful reason for me to get in his place, and for Xenia - an excellent excuse, in case he finds out when they were together again. And then they really were together again. Just the day after we “watched a movie” with her, he returned with flowers and gifts and asked for her forgiveness. As Dasha told me later, to the joy of their reunion, Xenia even gave him a blowjob. By the way, she told me this that morning when I barely shoved Nastya from her apartment fifteen minutes before Dasha arrived. Here is such a Santa mother-her-Barbara!

That same morning, Dasha, having once again exploited my emaciated body, suddenly asked me a fatal question, which I unconsciously waited with apprehension: "What is happening between us?" , the picture, as I see it. I wondered why she freaked out at that moment and, hurriedly gathered and slammed the door loudly, left.

Another plus of our relationship - I was frankly on the drum on her offenders. I will not run after her, showering her footprints with rose petals and kissing the sand on which she walked. I will not begin to fall at her feet, begging to forgive my swine behavior. I will not even send a short text message “Sorry”. All this was before, in another life. Swam - we know. From this women become only more capricious and require more and more victims. As a result, all one: she will throw you and you will stay twice in the cold.

If he wants to find himself a runner, let him look for him elsewhere.

I needed to blow off steam. I needed another booze. Fortunately, my classmates shot this night a hut on the outskirts of the city and called me. Why not?!

Almost the whole course came to the party: linguists, lawyers, and even financiers, among whom were my old temptations — my ex-girlfriends. In the center of the room people arranged a dance floor. They turned on the intimate twilight: only the lamp was burning on the table filled with snacks and booze. In the corner stood a music center and a pair of speakers. The next thing I noticed was that guys were five times less than girls. Well, this is for the better, - the notorious predator decided, looking at how short-fitting dresses expose long legs, - there are fewer competitors. Besides, the fact that there are several rooms here, I noticed even at the entrance.

The contingent was in different conditions: someone was already ready, someone was tipsy, and someone was just beginning to discover the charms of this night. Here I met my classmates and classmates. Among them was our elder - a large girl, but sociable. Also, the elder of the parallel group is a girl like Ksenia: stylish glasses, a tall beautiful bust, a round sweet ass and a lot of knowledge in her head. I wonder how wide the outlook covers her encyclopedia. Next to them were hanging out koryan girls who always went together. However, among these Koryanok, I noticed another clever girl. Of course, she did not pretend to receive a diploma in diploma, but the foursomes were honored for her. Among all the representatives of South Korea, she was the most sympathetic to me. She had a good figure - everything I love: legs, ass, chest, but also she was more beautiful than her compatriots.Moving my eyes to another company, I met our Karusi camp, which worked in the club as a go-go dancer. This person's figure, starting from the belly, was the most piquant: long taut ... Read more →