connoisseur We had a lot of fun and at the end of the dance I allowed myself liberty - I grabbed her leg, almost at the hip, and bent forward. She stared at me in surprise, I calmly met this look - there is such an element in tango, I have nothing to do with it.

- Come on, repeat! - I pushed her to the table.

Sasha flushed a little and cheered up. She leaned against the table, bent one leg at the knee and sniffed the rose. I took a few shots. What you need! Passion appeared in them. The girl flirted in front of the camera, she was not embarrassed by my more and more erotic ideas and more and more transparent hints. She took it as part of the job. She flirted in front of the camera, driving me crazy. I would give anything to tear off this dress.

- you ... style "nude" is not interested? - I asked in a businesslike tone, again turning to “you”. I understood that the time was over and it would be gone now.

- BUT? No, I can hardly decide on this.

- Okay.

I wanted to close the lens cover, but dropped it, and the girl automatically bent down to pick it up.

Could have guessed. Under such a fitting dress do not wear underwear. But I was just crazy about this contrast of naked skin and black knitwear. There was a click and I realized that I had accidentally photographed it in this form. Here is a snapshot! On the sites for adults can not climb.

- What are you ... - she angrily turned around, straightening her dress, - what did you do, and ??

I was taken aback. I have angry gray eyes right on my face. Gray, not blue or green.

- Now remove the picture!

Oh, so I got it. Now even if I delete it, the girl Sasha still tells everyone what a pervert and rascal I am. And if so - what's the point of removing it? Since I'm a scoundrel, I'll go all-in.

“No,” some new part of me spoke for me, brazen and self-satisfied, “if you want the photo back, convince me.”

- What?!

Oh, baby, you're so cool mad ...

- Kiss Me.

She came very close and asked:

- What, just kiss?

- Well yes.

Relief and something else showed on her face. What? Disappointment?

- Kiss me yourself.

I was not going to wait for the second invitation and dug my lips as if my life depended on it. Warm, pleasant ... her hair smells like some kind of shampoo. Strange, but she did not seek to break the kiss. Itself asked for it! Since my reputation is over, I can behave as I want.

I ran my hand over her back and down to the very edge of the dress. She moaned slightly and pressed herself against me. I felt the heat from her skin. Unable to restrain myself, I slightly unbent the dress and ran it over its buttocks. Mm, god, she's so hot! Sasha intermittently breathed and this sound deprived me of the remnants of self-control.

Her hands unbuttoned my shirt, and then I said to myself: "Stop." It is impossible to get involved so much, it’s clear that this is only because of the photo. A compromising photo in exchange for sex - shall I really go for it? A little more, and I will not care - so be it! But now it's somehow ... disgusting.

Although the desire did not disappear, I pulled away, straightened the dress on the girl and reached for the camera. Strange. It was not lying where I put it, and there was a glitch with a memory card ...

- I do not understand ... - I said, and turned to the girl. She sat on the table and twisted a map in her fingers. While we were kissing, she pulled her out of the machine. Here is a sleight of hand!

- You could leave immediately. Or break the card, ”I said, puzzled,“ why ... ”

- Because you did not use the situation. But this is not the main thing.

- What is the main thing?

“I want you,” the girl said simply.

I went close to the table and, raising her chin, made me look straight into my eyes.

“Repeat,” I ordered, gasping.

“I want you,” she said. I felt a frenzied pulse on her neck - I have been wanting since I saw your photos.

— My a photo?

Then it came to me. She immediately said: "I liked your photos." My, in the sense of self-photographs of myself! I thought she meant my work.

- Yes, yours. They are so different.I thought - how can a person be so passionate, so calm, soft and hard at the same time? But it seems to me ... you are.

- You did not come here for photos? You came to ...

“To seduce you, yeah,” she grinned, “it didn't work out very well.” I do not know how ... to seduce men.

- Someone does not agree with you, - I pressed her hand to the pants fly, - do you feel ... how do I want you? Feel it?

She nodded convulsively. Her fingers reached for the buttons of the shirt again. In the meantime, I got rid of the belt and somehow pulled off my jeans. In a standing position, this is terribly uncomfortable.

Warm hands slid under the shirt. I found her lips and this time began kissing her slowly, gladly, stroking her cheek and hair. The other hand between her legs slipped into the hottest spot.

She moaned loudly, wrapping her long legs around me.

“Wait,” we were on the long side of the table, I took Sasha to a short one so that there was more space, “lie down on the table,” I almost ordered. It became painful from desire — I cannot wait any longer.

Recognizing that not everything in the world is so simple, I reached into the closet for condoms.

“Don't,” she said.

- Why?

- We, girls, have their own special dates.

I did not quite understand what she was talking about, but I could not resist. This is a much stronger pleasure.

“Come to me,” she purred. Our fingers interlace themselves.

“Take me,” she whispers, and I abruptly enter her. We both moan. How good ... But you need more, much more. I cross her legs and put them on my shoulders, sometimes I fold them and I spread them in the process. Her pussy relaxes, then squeezes my cock.

- Do you like it so much? - this is probably all I can ask now.

“Yes,” she whispers, “yes, like this ...”

It is a pity that in this position I see little, but there is something to look at. I squeeze Sasha's ass and move it to the very edge, so that she is even slightly hung. Sasha elbows rests on the tabletop. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) I kiss her legs and throw them on my shoulders. Oh, so ... "The top view is better." Perhaps this phrase is not only about pilots and airplanes. The top view is really exciting. I move sharply and strongly, she moans loudly and whispers something.

“Tell me,” I ask, entering it very slowly, teasing and forcing on frankness, “say it out loud.”

- I thought that when you enter me, it looks like a sip of cold water in the heat ... Or vice versa, as if the blanket is covering you in a strong cold ... this is something right on the animal.

- And so? - I dramatically speed up the pace. Just on the verge of a possible - what do you feel?

She cries out loudly.

- Hot ... hot and very good ... more ... please ...

- Oh, yes ... that's it!

We don’t say anything more connected, and it’s not necessary. The situation and so excites to the limit. Who would have thought that this day would end like this ... My usual table, did you know what your role would be today?

- Let's stop for a while, - I pulled away for a second and began to lightly kiss Sasha in the stomach, - I don’t want everything to end so quickly.

I pulled the dress from her chest. Here it is - a hymn of contrasts. The skin in the twilight of the studio seems white, the dress is blacker than black. In the heat, I did not have time to enjoy this beautiful part of the female body.

“Not fair,” she said.

- In terms of?

- Say now that you feel you?

- Now? Ohhhh.

Female fingers are closed on the most delicate corner of the male body. What can I say ...

“I can't say anything,” I said honestly, “squeeze harder and don't let go.” Can both hands. Oh, like that.

I covered her chest with a kiss.

- Did they tell you what cool buffs you have? It would have bitten them.

- What stops you?

Everything. I am a wild beast, and I attack. I really bit her nipple, then the second. She gasped dully, but clearly not in pain.

- Turn on your stomach.

I helped her roll over. Now her ass was in sight, and I slipped my hands under her boobs. Then he shifted to the stomach. She immediately purred something.

- So you like it better? When stroking my stomach?

- Yes.

- More than the chest?

- Yes, more.

- Like this?

“You can lower it,” you can hear in her voice that she is grinning, “don't be shy.”

Funny to you? Now you have a dance!

My fingers easily found the top of her clit.Now it was a two-way attack. I smiled. What, aren't you laughing anymore? She just moaned loudly.

“So, baby,” I decided to tease her thoroughly. There was already a bit of strength to hold on, I want to listen to how you moan when you finish. Um, you're all so wet and hot, you want ... You want to fly, baby? Scream louder, I want to hear your voice ...

She groaned hoarsely, somehow plaintively, and I tightened my movements, clutching at her hair. She screamed as I wanted - loudly, and such a sound could not be confused with anything. I almost immediately followed her, unable to hold onto my own pleasure anymore. As all the same it is good without these elastic bands. How did she say? "There is something right in the animal." So, there is something right in the animal to come right into the wet hot pussy.

When Sasha turned around, I pressed her head to my chest, stroked my wild hair. Then he picked up his hands and, like a trophy, in a businesslike manner he transferred to his sofa. He kicked the sofa with his foot, straightening it. Good fast system. I dragged the blanket from above and wrapped the girl in, and she dragged a part of the blanket over me. Dull mind noted that if the room did not have a sofa, I would not have dragged Sasha to the hall. Legs do not hold. We must sleep, sleep ...

“Do not try to leave anywhere,” I said ominously. But apparently not threateningly, because she immediately jumped up from her seat.

- Do you have water in your house? - she laughed.