Another move, another rented apartment.

Clean and cozy, a small sofa in the living room, a good kitchen, not a scoop, but rather IKEA, a clean bathroom, new renovation. But the most pleasant surprise was the bedroom - with a large, strong double bed with a lacquered steel lattice at the headboard and the same steel rods in the legs. Fantasies just ran through my head when I looked at it.

- I take! - and the elderly mistress has blossomed from my words.

The script was born in my head almost immediately. Almost a week was needed for relocation and imparting minimal personality. Back on Monday, I called you and warned you not to plan anything for Friday-Saturday, saying that he had prepared a surprise and a new Game for you. You always enthusiastically perceived my fantasies, which brought us both great pleasure, and this time, too, you could hardly hide your curiosity all these days, trying to elicit the details on the phone and ICQ, but eventually gave up under the yoke of office work.

And here it is Friday night, I'm waiting for you, stuck somewhere in a traffic jam. Wine, candles, I am shaved and beautifully dressed, playing light jazz. Ringing the door, meeting you and accepting your light coat, I am immediately enveloped by the scent of expensive perfumes, so familiar and inviting.

You take off your shoes, give me a small gym bag, walk into the room and look at the new interior with interest, and I look at you with interest. Stockings, tight skirt to the knee, blouse, crabbed hair - a typical secretary in a large company with a strict dress code. But through him subtly seen through sexuality.

- Have a drink?

- Yes, with pleasure, such a hard day.

We meet with you once or twice a month, when I come back from business trips, when you do not have a new glamorous suitor, when we need a shake. I am not from your circle, and you are looking for someone better off and more stable, we decided so, but for six months we have been pleased with our regular meetings - only for the sake of unrestrained crazy sex. And Games.

We chat about everyone, drink wine, you smile and sit down close to me. Wine has already led you, and you are hotly purring in my ear:

- Well, and what game do we have this time? Is that why you don't let me see the bedroom, is there a surprise for me? You are such a prankster, you have not called so long ago, my butt has already managed to miss the punishments.

You sit next to me on the couch on your knees, your skirt lifts so that I can see your elastic stockings, and a contrasting strip of leather behind them, I love this sight. Your hand is already confidently lying on my groin, you lick the lobe of my ear and breathe hotly, I stroke your hips on silk, lift my skirt a little, and note with pleasure the absence of panties - everything, as it should be.

- Have you really been a bad girl and you need to be punished again? - I join the game.

- Yes, very bad, bad girl! - You answer with fervor, and unbutton the pants of my pants. At the same time, I unbutton your blouse and gently squeeze your lovely breasts, tearing a languid sigh from my lips. We both know that we need fast discharge now to enjoy the Game, we both know why we are here.

Quickly freeing my dick, you pounce on it with excitement, licking, sucking, biting, squeezing, plodding, caressing. I do not lag behind and run your hand under your skirt, stroking your already wet lips, pinching a luxurious ass, running your fingers from one hole to another. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) The second hand supports your hair to better see the process. You love to suck, you get pleasure from it, and you never give up the opportunity to take a hard excited cock in your mouth.

The movements of your head accelerate, I run my fingers into your vagina, and the juices flow down my arm, so excited you are. I know you want to cum with me together, cum with a member in your mouth, so I quickly scroll again in my head the script of our meeting today, and finally I start to finish. Already from the first stream that splashed into your mouth begins to shake, your vagina squeezes my fingers, you swallow sperm and groan from your depravity. You shakes and arches, you swallow again and again.

Finally, all the sperm is swallowed up, and the waves of orgasm have become less and softer. With a squish I take out my fingers and lick your juice. You release my dick and lick the head, in the eyes of the languid orgasm from the orgasm, and the desire to continue. Open blouse, almost dropped out of the bra boobs, disheveled hair and shiny lips from sperm, battened skirt reveals a beautiful view of the ass.

- You're a great slut!

- Thank you, Mr!

I lift you by the hair and kiss your lips, feeling your slightly salty taste.

- All took what I asked?

- Yes, sir! - it seems you are starting to get excited again.

- Then go get ready.

With a showy reluctance, you smack my cock again, then elegantly get up and walk towards the bathroom. Watching you, your beautiful slender body, and looking forward to tonight. It was only a prelude to the main game ...