Without waiting for me to come in, she turned around indifferently, and trudged into the living room. I follow, with a head and shoulders. Beach slippers left at the doorstep because slapped behind her bare feet. In a poorly lit room, in a low voice, in a low voice, the television receiver barked with the voice of the ORT presenter. In front of the TV was laid out sofa, layed bedding. The girl was definitely going to bed.

Why did not sleep in the bedroom, I later found out. After the divorce, she went there only if she planned to sleep in the company of a man. And the rest of the time she lived in the hall. Reaching the center of the room, Marina abruptly turned to face me. Her eyes flashed menacingly. Brown-haired was in a rage, and did not hide it. If it were not for the sleeping daughter in the next room, I would not have been armed. The girl angrily squeezed through her teeth:

- Nuuu ... And what do you tell me interesting?

I was outraged by her tone. I was wrong, of course. But this treatment just made me mad. I fought back:

- For you - I will not tell anything interesting.

She made a terrible face and began to run into me, adhering to the permissible sound range:

- My boy, are you about (-censored-) ate to the edge, or what? I called you (-censored-)? So you rummaged through my boxes? Who are you to conduct searches? ?

You have no idea what happened during my monologue in my soul. I'm just rabid with anger. Alcohol blunted some of the sentiments belonging to the category of rational actions, and, on the contrary, heightened some signs of recklessness. In particular, the instinct of self-preservation has escalated. If you attack - you need to answer. The level of aggression exceeded the permissible rate. I suspect that his eyes were bloodshot. The result of all this was a sharp movement of the right hand.

But I did not hit her, do not think that too much. Just sharply grabbed her chin with tenacious fingers, squeezing her neat face with force. Literally crumpled up his bottom. The frightened look of the girl, at this moment, I will never forget. Gently pushed the brown-haired girl forward, dropping it on the sofa laid out. She fell somehow too quietly, as if sprung. Probably her self-preservation instinct also turned on. She looked at me with the eyes of a cornered animal. As if in a dope, I stepped forward onto the sofa. Marina backed away in horror, pressing her legs under herself, at the same time finely turning over them. But soon the area of ​​the sofa ended, and she rested the back of his head on his back.

She looked into my eyes in perplexity and frightened eyes, and mumbled quietly:

- Sasha, why are you ... Sasha ... are you drunk? What are you doing? I'll scream now, I'll wake the neighbors.

The change in her attitude towards our conversation played a certain role. I don't know what came over me. Most likely, drunk acted. I'm not sure that the sober decided on this, but I took another step towards Marina, and pulled down my shorts along with my underpants.

From there, like a "partisan" from an ambush, jumped out an elastic member. For some reason, already fully excited. I missed that moment when he began to pour blood. Marina looked from my eyes to swaying youthful core swaying around her face. Apparently, she still did not believe in the reality of what was happening.

The brown-haired woman didn’t have time for a trial, in reality whether all this is being decided.The next moment, I did what, under an unfortunate set of circumstances, it could well have put me in jail under the article “for rape”. With an amazingly clear (as for a drunk teenager) hand movement, I fixed her head in one position and took advantage of the fact that her mouth was slightly open. This was followed by precise, and verified movement of the hips. In the blink of an eye, I literally stuck the barrel of a member bursting with tension, between the parched lips of a young woman. Vsilil trunk, even the head from under the folds of the foreskin without exposing.

Marina was in such a shock that she had never experienced before (she herself confessed it to me later). Eyes raised at me, full of confused astonishment and bewilderment, spoke eloquently about this better than any epithets. Holding the girl by the back of my head, I made several energetic movements of the hips on a well-known trajectory, uncompromisingly driving the trunk deeper into the throat. On the third approach, the desired result was achieved, and I froze, buried in eggs on her chin.

With my brow I felt the air streams breathing heavily. My eyes, to my surprise, were discouraged by the faithful, but by no means enraged or angry. For the first time in my life, I watched as the eyes of a woman, uncontrolled by her, become wet. Slightly blush. And then tears, wound up in a second, literally scatter from the eyes. It brought me and provoked even more. The next moment, Marina noisily, with a hoarse, choked on her head, located in her larynx, hitting my eggs with a thousand drops of saliva.

Marina instinctively closed her eyes, causing tears to flow down her cheeks. She inevitably shot down her breath, and lost control of the gag reflex. I felt her diaphragm twitching convulsively, and Marina arched back, pushing me away with my hands. The girl desperately wanted to slip off the "nastiry muscles." I let her do it, waiting for the immediate outburst of an angry reaction. She began to cough, rubbing herself up with the sleeve of her robe. I didn’t look up as if there was no one else in the room besides her.

However, soon she raised on me, nevertheless, swollen eyes with flushed squirrels. Sniffled. I watched not that with reproach, not that with a certain dumb question. Then she turned her gaze to the vzdylenny member, copiously covered with her saliva. From the head stretched down a thin stream of the same saliva. She (trickle), monotonously, swaying from side to side, subject to the flow of air accelerated by the blades of the fan, rustling near the sofa. Mary incredibly surprised me with the phrase:

- Come on ... Just turn it down ... wake up Nargizka ...

Then she deftly picked up the said stream of saliva with a petal of pink tongue, which continued to flow in the "artificial wind". Gently kissed the penis in the head, and threw her head back. Her mouth wider opened, giving me complete freedom of action. Now it was my turn to go into a stupor and be overwhelmed. I simply did not believe my eyes or ears. Marina’s reaction was incredible. In my wildest fantasies, I could not imagine that such an option was possible at all.

I was shocked, but the fact remains: she wanted “more.” I wanted more. I wanted to "continue." And I gave her a “sequel,” still, refusing to believe in happiness that had fallen on me. Although it would be more correct to say, “I didn’t give her a continuation.” And "gave" her a continuation, by the fact that he inspiredly "gave" to her mouth. The first thing got rid of the annoying clothes, throwing away the shorts, shirt and pants somewhere side. The second thing boldly stepped over her shoulders, as if over the fence crossed. But he caught her head, and squeezed her knees between her legs. It turned out to be a very convenient position that I had just invented impromptu, although I had never thought about its existence before.

Just bend the trunk member down did not work. I was too excited, and prohibitively erect trunk, simply did not want to bend down. I had to lean forward, becoming almost that cancer.Now the member went to the plane I needed, and I, without a shadow of embarrassment, “tucked” him in, which became a hospitable, beautiful woman’s mouth. Confidently and methodically he began to move his hips diagonally, ... Read more →