my chest and suddenly stopped there. I even got used to saying that men do not always look me in the eye, but in order to do this ... openly. I involuntarily followed his gaze down and ... understood why. Damn, I had to put on a bra more tightly ... Neither a blouse, nor a particularly thin underwear could not hide the swollen nipple hills in the tops of my dearest treasure. Beautiful, big enough and elastic. A little bit of aesthetic medicine after childbirth, and it is impossible to take your eyes off. I know.

- Cool ... ghm ... you look cool ... - he looked at me, then at my chest.

- Ha ha ha, are you telling me this or them? - I pulled back the shoulders a little back and down, invitingly showing the best. Get up and take me, kotyara lascivious !!!

- To you ... - he answered briefly and dryly, shook his head as if driving away obsession. I noticed how he moved between his legs. Slowly he set his glass. As a fool, I continued to hold my own on an outstretched hand. And then...

I do not know how he did it, but he very quickly straightened up, caught my hand and now it is on his shoulder and drops of my unfinished wine stain his short blond hair on the back of his head. I do not understand what is happening... Involuntarily, I move away from him, having had enough time for such a sharp impulse, but I don’t remove my hand ... I don’t want to. I look at him ... I whisper - What are you doing?

“Very ...” he gazes into my eyes. - I really want to kiss you!

—... — I shrug my shoulders, as if they were indifferent, saying that it was enough to frighten me because of such a trifle, I turned my cheek to it, but I wrapped my arm around my strong neck ...

“Not so ...” he touches my crimson face, turns to himself ... and our lips meet. Immediately, strongly, passionately. Language to language. Shamelessly and vulgarly.

I almost dropped the wine glass. His hands slide over my body, which flames up like a torch. I feel like I am starting to get wet, feverishly remembering which padding there is under my panties. I feel, as his cock rests against my belly ... Burn it all with fire! I want sex !. Convulsively trying to figure out where at least some surface to put on her glass. Feelings that were hiding and held back for so long by force - rushed out, completely covering me ...

But still, he controlled himself. I felt how he wants, but he doesn’t give himself a break, he also has a responsibility. We are no longer destined only to ourselves, as before ...

«Well, I do not!!! We won't finish with kisses! ”

I stopped abruptly and covered his mouth with my finger. Finally put a damn glass. With a wrung hand, he unfastened his belt. He started, but continued to look at me, as if he was testing. And I undid the tight button, I squeezed my pants. I let go of his lips and running his thumbs on the belt, rather roughly pulled both hands down the jeans along with the underwear, freeing his erect penis. Unable to cope with lust, I firmly squeezed him below, content with his passionate exhalation.

She jerked up her T-shirt and bit her tight, rectangular, strong chest. Yes!!!. How I loved this torso. And you got stronger ... His penis in my hand became even firmer and seems wider. (Especially for eroticspace.info - sexitails.org) I wanted it so much. His total. All without a trace, inside yourself, where everything already required filling. Heart jumped at the throat. I have not experienced such unbearable lust for a long time.

The heads were not "Korean", but "feline." But I didn’t find it funny at all.

I kissed his chest, enjoying the way he was silent and breathing heavily. I didn't need the words now. I fell into hell. And she did it voluntarily. Neither stopping caresses and stroking with a hand, I sat down and drew a wide head, plunged his cock into my mouth.

Never been a fan of a blowjob. But at that moment I suddenly wanted it very much, and I tried. Highly.

Oh, how sweet you are, my dear! And if so? - Yes? - Like?! Sorry, can not speak.

The lower belly pulsed, my sensual "rose" exuded nectar, and the flesh demanded that it be filled RIGHT NOW! Dropping one arm down, I pulled the edge of the skirt up, pulled it up almost to the waist, and spread my legs wide (yes, I can be a bad girl), deftly faked my panties and, moving slightly to the side, almost dripped to the floor from the desire, touching fingers wet and hot clitoris. Lord, I'm trembling all over! At the moment when I was ready to fill myself with my fingers, he abruptly stopped my head movements. Very on time, because at some point I began to suffocate, not only from insane sexual desire, but from all that he finally got up ...

"CSO!" I saw “this” in full readiness and it was terribly flattering.

He took me, easily, like a girl, under his arms. He pressed to the tabletop, caught under the thigh. I helped him by wrapping my leg around his lower back. It is good when you are equally tall. I beg you do not leave arrows on stockings !!! - I managed to think. And then, his “CSO!” Erect up to the limit, slippery and tight filled my wet and hot flower, and his tongue was my mouth ...

I moaned out loud, loud and desperate!

I first cheated. Not only to the person dear to me, but also to my principles: not to let the "heads" into the brain, not to meet my "fatal" ... And the worse the cup was, the sweeter the pleasure was. My mind crumbled into parts, in the ossiches of which dazzlingly shone all over ... From this my cry became even louder. Squeezing a wide member inside me with all the power of my lust, and in an animal hugging someone who was dear as life, I silenced my conscience with a strong orgasm ... Through a veil of ecstasy, I heard how he screamed ... At the moment when he poured power into me, we became one. Absolutely one. And the new orgasm was comprehensive! Powerful! Strong! Smashing! Including every cell of the body.

I wheezed with delight, no longer able to scream!

And it was the most beautiful experience in my life.

...

- What was it... ? - in his voice was sincere surprise and deep tenderness. To me? How sweet it is. His body trembled, as did mine. We even trembled in time.

“Korean heads ...” Did I feel weird ... tired? Not. Naughty? Not the same either. Updated? Yes, perhaps this is the surest word.

“Oh, those Chinese,” he smiled, gently touching my lips. And then he stepped out of me, lowering my leg.

We both were not opposed to the continuation, but both of them suddenly realized that it would be just sex. Good? May be. But just sex. Nobody wanted to destroy the suddenly arisen magic by banging.

He hugged me. And I pressed against him, feeling with my chest how hard and hard his heart was beating, being still firm, the pulse was felt between my legs. I even thought at some point not to raise my leg again. Come what may!. But the sudden vibro of my cell phone on the table made us flinch. He stayed away. And I reached out to my apple.

- "Honey, are you coming soon?" There are some who require a mother ;-) “- surprisingly, I have not experienced a single moment of remorse. A new, delightful feeling of being renewed took everything without a trace of embarrassment. Everything was fine. And it was strange.

Rustled jeans.

Still with a skirt at the waist, with skewed panties and high stockings, I calmly wrote SMS to her husband.

Vziknula zipper fly.

She struck a lighter.

I looked up at him. ”Good, zamoran". Jeans are very sexually outlined by his not the longest, but very wide, still erect member.

- Olka, you look awesome! - he looks at me, dragging on and I notice this kotyarsky expression on his face again.

«No no and one more time no! Is that clear!". Put the phone back on the tabletop.

- Merci! - I smile, making a crafty pas.

- Very sexy legs ... - he winks.

- Ah ... - I make a tragic expression on my face, - I'm not the same anymore ...

- Do not invent! You just became ... like that - he turns a cigarette in the air, picking words, while looking at my really beautiful legs, then, apparently, between them. - Feminine! For real!

- Very nice - for some reason I want him to look at me. He told me compliments.ABOUT! The music is still playing! - a completely untimely thought.

- Listen, can I borrow a bathroom? - I seem full inside.

- Of course! And I am something not childishly hungry, - he put out a cigarette and came to me. - Have a snack?

“You ask,” I ran my hand along the line on a man's handsome face. - Semushka there?

- Of course. I was preparing for a meeting, - smiling, he gently puts his hand on my chest. What a warm palm!

- Hey! Hands, phew! - I coyly shy away from him. All the same, the chest, my most precious elasticity, prerogative of her husband. - I will steak - dispose of, then gracefully turn and head into the bath. I bet you look at my ass !. And I still step on the socks so that the buttocks move particularly effectively when walking. All the same, twenty years of dancing not only made a sexy figure, but also taught me body tricks for men ...

In two months my monthly periods finally stopped. And after nine months I gave birth. Boy Confirming thereby the popular wisdom that boys are born from mistresses. The husband has long wanted a second. And though he did not burn with passion for me as before, but we did have sex, so no suspicions arose. The kid turned out to be like me. Well, fine.

And with “NIM” I never saw again, it’s enough for me and two beautiful children from different, I think, men. Although, sometimes we correspond, but not a word about that magic day and that he is a dad, only a stranger.