But for a long time she could not stand it.

However, as soon as she stopped, Roman immediately made her sit on top of him.

His eyes were filled with excitement. Violent desire to get yours. For a moment, Xenia realized that if she now tries to interrupt the process, then Roman is quite possible and will not hold back.

The member was deep inside her cave. Ksyusha felt how her lubricant runs down to its very foundation, to which, however, it was not so far away. Having fidgeted for a few seconds, she settled down comfortably and, clutching at the back of the chair, began to fuck Roman.

What was not so difficult. Just lift up a little, using your legs and arms and immediately fall down. Ksyusha felt like once again disconnecting from mild euphoria. She felt hot flashes of pleasure running through her whole body from her crotch.

Each time, when a member was deep inside her, everything grew cloudy in her head, the whole world narrowed down only to her own feelings.

So when Roman's hands, still quietly lying on her thighs, suddenly shrank and several times in a row, the girls just lifted and planted on a spit, Xenia screamed with pleasure and, barely moving her pelvis, immediately finished, firmly wrapped around the back of the chair and literally pushing a guy into it with his chest.

However, barely Nirvana ended, as the present has returned. And Ksyusha realized that Roma slightly lifted her, and he did not hesitate to fuck her cave, completely ignoring the fact that the girl was sitting without movement.

Ksyusha once again became ashamed of her behavior and she began “jumping” on Roma's dick, and not even a minute passed when the guy pushed her down hard, pushing it all the way and the girl felt his cock twitching inside her womb.

“Well, finished,” there was disappointment in Miranda’s voice.

And Ksenia herself did not notice how ten minutes later, washed and combed, she was in the stairwell.

The rest of the day she spent in some strange dream. I did not want anything. Ksyusha felt herself on the one hand - just great, but on the other - she felt like a complete egoist.

And, having pondered the situation from all sides, I decided that I just needed to work on myself. And Miranda, looking at imaginary pictures, willingly agreed to help.

***

Two weeks passed and Ksyusha no longer felt so inept. She lowered her demands a bit and met the guys almost every day. And not only because she was pleased, but rather because of an inner urge to gain experience.

All she had to do was say “We meet only for the sake of sex” as the boys literally stuck to her. After the first three, Xenia stopped giving her phone number, because text messages and calls fell every couple of hours.

But, what is most surprising, strange desires began to come with experience. In the end, the world of sex is not limited to intimate one-on-one meetings with guys? Xenia wanted to know this variety. At least from the words of the girl she trusted.

With Victoria, they met by chance a couple of months ago.

The girl then came to a meeting with a colleague, whom she had never seen, and, confessing herself, met Ksyusha. And, to the joy of Xenia, the acquaintance did not break off as soon as it began, but on the contrary, gradually grew into a friendship.

Ksyusha had no real friends from school. In the university, the girls knew about the situation on the personal front of Xenia and called her “Netrakhannoy” behind her eyes. And her someone else's pity and indulgence very quickly rose across his throat. So that friendship with her did not work out with anyone. So, pal, no more.

That is why Vika has become a real fount for her.The character of the girl was rather soft and, barely learning about the problems of Xenia, she did not laugh, but rather reacted with understanding. Even unobtrusively offered help, but Ksyusha was then embarrassed and waved off.

And now Xenia had two bottles of wine with her, a whole heap of depraved thoughts and Miranda's voice whispering all sorts of vulgarities.

Vika opened the door just a couple of centimeters and just saw Ksyusha, opened the door wider, at the same time turning away and pulling the short robe with a belt.

- You just woke up or something?

“No, I took a bath,” Vika answered over her shoulder. - Come in, the kitchen is here.

The girl’s apartment was small but cozy. Small bath, tiny kitchen and living room.

Ksenia quickly settled at a small kitchen table, while Vika was looking for glasses.

The girl had a very weakly expressed plan of action and she did not imagine how she would be able to achieve her goal without accepting it for courage.

And, as soon as the first glass was poured, Ksenia launched into a story about her recent events, paying absolutely no attention to anything.

And Victoria, barely understanding and appreciating the imagination of her friend, got a taste and forced me to retell piquant moments, asking tricky questions.

That's why I liked Vika Xenia for her ease. There was in her some kind of hidden highlight.

It seems to be - an ordinary student in the summer holidays, does not work, but all the time somewhere disappears. Sometimes it was impossible to reach her all day. And, although it keeps its mouth shut, it is clear from the face that on its personal front it is all the way through.

Victoria was a pretty girl. Slightly slanted eyes, almost always mascara eyelashes, nice bangs, a trim figure, well-tanned skin, a dreamy facial expression. Her hair barely covered her neck, there was always a nail polish on her nails. And the breasts were just a sight for sore eyes.

Ksyusha remembered that bold outfit in which she first saw Vika. A short dress, tight body as a glove up to the waist and scattering a heap of matter down. Hardened nipples clearly show through the white fabric, striking the eyes. High platform shoes accentuated slender, well-groomed legs.

Probably because of this sexy outfit, in which Victoria was not shy about walking around in broad daylight, Xenia met her. I saw in her exactly what she herself never had enough - courage and challenge. And, as time has shown, Ksyusha was not mistaken with the choice of a friend.

Vika always turned Xenia’s problems into a joke. They say "be braver, flash bare ass and everything will pass!" And when Ksyusha mumbled something in response, the most that Victoria allowed herself was "Oh, you ..."

But today, Xenia intended, if not to realize her ideas, then at least talk heart to heart.

The first bottle of wine ended and Vika climbed behind the corkscrew to open the second, and Xenia finally looked around.

The kitchen was very ordinary. But Vika leaned over and, while Ksyusha was admiring her ass, her eyes moved a little higher and the girl noticed a picture hanging above the cutting table.

- Wow! - just escaped from her.

Ksenia jumped up to look closer, scaring Vika when she put her hand on her waist.

It was a large photo, printed with knowledge on a good paper. She was smiling at Vick’s teeth, standing at the table and spreading her arms in greeting, as if offering to choose one of the items on the table.

And on the table there were about ten different falomeimeters of various colors and sizes!

On closer inspection, Ksenia noted that she had a kitchen apron in the photo of Vika. Moreover, the girl had a vague impression that the apron was draped over her naked body. In the background was a piece of some small house, like a dacha.

- This is where you so zafotkalas !? - With a slight delight in the voice asked Xenia, trying to absorb all the details.

- Yes, so ... - Vicka hesitated, - dabbled with friends in the country.

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