girlish pride Each time I increased strength and scope, more and more firmly and more powerfully entered the hot and wet vagina, pushing out from there streams of blood and lubricant, thanks to which, the sliding of my cock inside the cave became very pleasant. In the room I heard familiar and pleasant for the ear squishing sounds of intercourse, as if someone was kissing very passionately. But the girl continued to shrink and twitch, apparently the pain did not leave her and caused suffering. Realizing that the girl was very painful, I humbled my lust and passion and began to move my dick very slowly and gradually, trying to move along a millimeter. This had a positive effect on the process, the girl stopped shrinking and twitching strongly, and I felt the muscles of her legs and buttocks relaxed, hard and tense before, now they were resting. Moving a little more with my destructive organ, I felt the approach of the eruption and began to delay it due to all the forces. It's so nice when you hold back until the last, and then, when the pressure rises to the limit, you relax, and the stream of life-giving moisture rushes out, falling into the very depth of the girl's body. So now, having waited for the limit to come, I plunged even deeper and began to pour out, sweetly twitching with my whole body. When the last droplets emerged from a satisfied organ, I gently pulled out my fighting boyfriend from the girl’s still motionless body.

I sat down in her legs and then I saw that her ass and thighs in blood, which, mixed with our juices, flow down to the sofa. “Nikita is getting angry!”, I thought with a smile. But then I thought and went to the bathroom for a towel. I approached Dasha and began to wipe the “traces of the crime,” carefully processing her ass and legs. Having cleaned her body, I again pulled her panties into place, closing the cave I had subdued with them, and then lowered the skirt hem. It turned out as if nothing had happened. Dasha, as if she was just waiting. As soon as I smoothed out a crumpled little skirt, she lifted herself up, sat down, took the towel from me and wiped my face with it, went to the bathroom. I immediately noticed a big dark spot on the couch. "Yeah. Nikita will have to otmazyvatsya somehow in front of parents. Here it is necessary to clean thoroughly, ”I thought, and then I took and covered the stain with a newspaper sheet, so that Nikita would not immediately see it. A little bit not friendly, but what to do. I did not want to spoil the evening with quarrels and showdowns.

Then Dasha came out of the bathroom, who washed her face and cleaned her clothes and hair. “Take me home,” she said, and I happily agreed. We quietly left the apartment of Nikita, and went through the night city. We walked in silence for a while, and then Dasha asked: “Did you like it with me?” Here, damn it, you fool, then. “Dash! Of course, I liked it! You are very cool and mega sexy! You are super! ”- I pleased the girl with my comment. “I hope you didn't really hurt? I know that this is the first time it always hurts, ”I expressed my concern. “It was very painful when you ... Well, when he ... When you inserted it for the first time ... I thought you were cutting with a knife. And then it hurts too, but no longer so. When you moved strongly, it was painful, but it stopped, it almost didn’t hurt and was somehow even strange, ”answered Dasha, confused. “Strange? Is it like that? ”I wondered. “Well, just there suddenly, that that is, someone else’s is moving, big,” the girl replied and smiled, apparently remembering those sensations. So we went, chatting freely about our experience. From such conversations, I again became very excited and already, I wanted to, begin to persuade Dasha to repeat, but the girl suddenly said: “My pants are all wet and my legs are flowing.” I walked away a bit and saw that really two dark streams were running down her legs.“It’s straightforward as the monthly surprises began,” Dasha shared her feelings: “We need to somehow slip into the room without being noticed, so that the parents would not ignite, otherwise they would tear off my head, and dad would give you something! Immediately brought out of the state of arousal, and the continuation of the sexual evening could not speak.

I, like a real gentleman, drove Dasha to the porch, where we kissed goodbye and she went home. I waited a little more downstairs, in the hope that Dasha would lean out of the window and say: “No parents, come in!”. But this did not happen, and I went home to sleep and remember the pleasant moments of the last day of study.