Ksyusha put her arms around his neck and, drawing her close, gently kissed her lips, trying with all her might not to blunder.

There was this kind of zest. Ksenia did her best to be Miranda, a highly experienced girl who decided to have some fun. But at the same time she had almost no experience in intimate matters.

Even the usual kiss was new to her. But Xenia, obeying her instincts, trying to lay down a mosaic of the stories of her friends as she went, attacked with all possible skill.

Ksyusha slowly opened her lips and with her tongue, very slightly wet with saliva, touched Roma's lips. Feel his taste. Strange, barely familiar, but at the same time new. And the guy answered. Xenia felt his tongue slowly but energetically penetrate her mouth and slowly walked over her teeth, touching her lips for a fraction of a moment, causing a small flame in Ksyusha’s mind.

"Like this. That's it, ”Miranda smiled, looking at it all. - "Now you hooked him." Just hold it on the hook and do not twitch. He is not going anywhere until you shut up and smile mysteriously. "

Xenia, feeling that the first kiss should not be delayed so as not to frighten the guy, retreated. And, looking into Roman's eyes, she smiled slyly.

- Wine? He asked, still devouring her eyes with his own.

The girl nodded, releasing the guy from the ring of his hands. He had no need to know that Xenia had already drunk several glasses of the house today, before going out, trying to gain courage. For some reason, Ksyusha thought it was worthwhile for her to leave her cozy apartment and she would immediately be here, completely at a loss and completely unprepared. And so she took a little “medicine” in advance.

And now I was ready to add a little. For overclocking. Because Miranda was all tangible burst out and Ksyusha felt that the development of events would be very fast. Not for the sake of her coming here to chat all day about all sorts of trivia and to chicken out in the final.

They nestled in the kitchen. It was light outside — the Sabbath day was barely past noon. There was a rumble of cars, right under the windows was a wide street, along which hundreds of cars rushed back and forth regularly. If you listen carefully, then when the car rumble subsided, you could hear the voices of people. Unclear, slurred, barely audible.

The first glass Xenia drank for a few sips - partly from fear, partly not to answer questions. The girl avoided talking about herself in every way, trying to ask questions all the time.

However, it failed. As soon as the first glass of wine was emptied and the second was poured, Roman immediately brought a bunch of his questions to Ksyusha. The girl was just glad that even when she invented Miranda, she also invented a couple of her intimate adventures. Invented in erotic dreams, masturbating in the bath or before going to bed. But this invention was so detailed that it was impossible to distinguish it from reality.

And Ksenia told this fictional story, trying on the one hand not to omit vulgar details, arousing Roman and making herself. Ksyusha almost saw how she, with her skirt upraised, sucked her boyfriend on the street, being hidden from passers-by only with a low fence, reaching an adult barely to the waist.

And this picture, or rather the fact that Xenia described it in words, extremely turned her on. The girl felt like with each new piquant moment of history, her crotch becomes more and more wet. By the middle of the story, Ksyusha realized that through the aroma of wine, the aroma of her female juices began to break through.

On the other hand, Ksenia tried to describe as little as possible what she did and how. In order not to pierce.So that Roma did not understand that an ordinary inventor is sitting in front of him, who, although very inspired, is still lying.

The bottle is empty in less than half an hour. And Roma and Ksyusha during this time managed to exchange a couple of very juicy stories. The girl with all her gut felt intoxicating excitement. She understood that she was ready to lose her head, but still afraid to dive into this pool with her head.

At some point, Ksyusha looked away and for several seconds looked away from the window, trying to understand what was inside her and how to turn the situation in the direction of more decisive action. And when she looked back, she saw how Roman quickly turned his eyes away from her chest and glanced down the hall, as if he was waiting for someone else.

Xenia was flattered, yet she was given attention, but at the same time, somewhat disappointed - Roma did not continue, but on the contrary, he acted like all other men - retreated. Quickly retreated barely had the opportunity to continue.

“That's it!” Miranda whispered right in her ear.

Xenia was punched by a slight pleasant shiver that passed through her body at the thought that she was about to crank up now.

- Do you like them? - Slyly smiling, Xenia put her hands on his chest and slightly lifted her up so that the mounds a little more clearly outlined through the thin fabric.

For a few seconds, Roman hesitated and Ksyusha saw something like feverish thoughts in his eyes. As if the guy had just been asked a question about life and death, and in case of a wrong answer, someone would die. And he desperately thought, trying to find the right solution.

Finally, he lowered his gaze and was not hesitating to stare at Xenia’s chest.

- Yes, - he nodded, having admired with half a minute. - Yes, I definitely like it.

Ksyusha moved the mounds to each other and gently caressed them.

- And so? She breathed faintly.

Roma watched without stopping as the girl, sitting on a stool and leaning her back against the wall, caressed her chest through the opaque turtleneck fabric. I saw how the bras looked out through the fabric every now and then. And Ksyusha understood with some sort of sixth sense - now the guy is on edge.

“Your chest is very beautiful,” he finally nodded.

And Ksenia immediately launched one hand under the turtleneck, exposing her tummy and caressing her nipple, still hidden from prying eyes.

But, nevertheless, the movement was so expressive that Roman instantly guessed what Miranda was doing. In his eyes, Ksyusha saw the growing lust more clearly.

“You have such a lovely tummy,” realizing that for a couple of minutes he had been looking intently at the movements of the girl’s hands, Roma turned his gaze a little lower.

- Thank you, - Ksyusha smiled in her mind, seeing that the guy finally began to understand the rules of the game she started.

The girl pulled a turtleneck a little higher, tearing her belly off to the guy's eye and began to run her hands over her, every now and then a few centimeters running her fingers under her skirt.

- Yes, and such chiseled legs, I want to caress them, - Roma lowered his eyes a little lower.

Ksyusha mentally figured his line of sight and decided to send everything to hell. In the end, she came here with a single purpose and was determined to get hers.

She lifted one leg and stretched it towards the guy who was sitting a little farther than a meter from her. The leg barely reached, but Roma quickly navigated and moved a little closer, putting Miranda's foot on his knee, and began to lightly stroke her.

Ksyusha blissfully relaxed and, recalling the once heard story of how one of her “girlfriends” seduced a guy, tried to repeat what she had heard.

As if by chance, she slightly slid down. And Ksenia's skirt slightly hiked up. It is not enough to see something, but more than enough to attract a glance. Ksyusha opened her eyes and watched Roman through her eyelashes.

And I saw that her not very skillful attempt made a real sensation. Roma's eyes galloped wildly between her barely visible panties and her eyes. The guy was trying to figure out if he could see him ... Read more →