- Your Vladik has already seen all this?

- Nnnet ... yes. On the Internet. To the waist only ... Can I take a shower?

- Go ahead. All towels are clean. Just do not even think to finish there without me. Understood or not?

She flew like a bullet into the bathroom, and I leaned against the wall, letting out air with a noise.

Ffffuh ... Throw out, push the fuck out penitential thoughts of a male corrupting an innocent child. A PERSON IN THE EIGHTEEN YEARS - ADULT PERSON. Moreover, with her mind, which is not and never will be with most of her older neighbors on the planet ...

We are equal. She is free to choose. I'm calm.

Now I’ll come to my senses and do everything as it should - according to the plan, according to the strategy ... I will drink it with her, naked and crimson with shame, bring it up to standard ... I will slowly, gradually tease her, until she loses it, March cat, and will not be pleased with sex more than life, - and then ... Damn. I am an experienced man who knows when and what keys to press, so that an innocent child will know everything that he is supposed to know ... Damn. I am absolutely calm ...

The noise of the water stopped. The cropped head, red, with a dripping blue (I couldn't help but smile) stuck out, and behind it - the body of the hostess, hot, in droplets. They glittered on her shoulders, on her collarbone, on adults who have swollen her breasts with dark nipples (they, if they tan, will surely turn black like a mulatto) ... It seems that she forgot to wipe herself out of anxiety, or wiped off her mouth without falling on yourself ... Damn.

Her eyes, huge and nutty, pricked me with amber discharges. In the most livers. Heck...

I didn’t have time to swear again, as my hands were crushing her, wet, pimply with goose-skin, and her lips bit her lips, hardened with fright, and I was all stuck in it like a fly in honey and could not live without it move or breathe ...

I do not remember all that was then. Somehow she was on the bed, and I was pounding in her, having moved into the very eggs, and she screamed — either from pain or from fright — and I was screaming with her, letting out a discharge that vibrated between we, pressed and tore my gut, scratched it with colored lightning - and still couldn’t go out and didn’t go out at all, and when I finally left I fell into a scream without top and bottom, and there was only rhythm, blissful pain and round nutty eyes drilling through the fog ...

***

Second time

She stood in the doorway, looking at me with an indescribable smile — defiant, shy, teasing, guilty, and hell knows what else.

“You will be as wild today as yesterday, yes?” Animal instincts and all that?

For the first time in my life, I could not find the answer.

- And now I am a sexual invalid ... In your filing ... will you let me go or what?

Recovering myself, I held her shoulder:

- Uh! Dressed entrance is prohibited. Forgot?

- Though cover the door ...

- You will manage.

I took off her coat, then squatted down and crawled under the tunic, pulling down stockings with shorts.

This time, Bobby was wearing pop blue knee high boots.

- Enjoy Your Bath! - I said, taking her leg and pressed his cheek to his boot.

- ABOUT! You are a real postmodernist. Allusions and all that, ”Bobby said. Her voice trembled.

- Do not mother in a cultural home ... How is our victim?

- Ahhh ... Oh God. More recently, I still could not think ... - Bobby howled hoarsely Basque, like a gypsy.

I squeezed her legs, cold from the street, then put my hand into the bare crotch and immediately began to knead everything that was there, from the anus to the clitoris.

“You're fine,” I whispered, massaging the sticky bud. - You go for a walk with me. Just like that.

- How - "like this" ?!

- Like this. Wear boots and go ahead.

- But ... almost everything is immediately visible! ..

- And well, that can be seen.

- It's cold ... I'll catch myself nafig all ...

“Well, don't worry about it.” Oh, that something, and you definitely will not be cold.

Cat eyes looked at me pleadingly ...

Where only her exposure has gone! She walked in small steps, clutching at my elbow, and from her thighs there was such a wave of hormones that I could feel her through my pants.

“What have you done,” she murmured to the gypsy basque. - I will now be remembered here as some whore ...

“You are a whore,” I wanted to say, but said nothing.

She looked indescribable. The edge of the tunic went down only three to four centimeters below the pussy; any careless movement - and everyone will see everything. In blue boots, in a black kid tunic, with indecently bare legs, with a sky-blue scarf around his neck, short-haired, looking like a long-legged bird ... tart, velvety, not ripe yet fruit. Screaming power of youth ... "

We walked down the street. When passersby met them, she clutched my elbow and hung on it like a little one.

After waiting for the lacuna in the human flow, I freed myself and hugged her around the waist, then lowered my hand below, on my bare, goose-buried ass ...

- What are you doing? - miserably Basil Bobby.

“Screwing up the edge of your tunic,” I replied. - You are so velvety there, as elastic as apricot ... Such, you know, solid, green still ...

- Green here with you ...

I stroked her bare ass and thigh, and Bobby puffed, desperately pulling the tunic down. - Coldly!

- Is it? And you're so hot there ... Well, let's warm up. In public transport.

I raised my hand, braking a minibus.

- Eeee! What are you! ... you ...

- You say it yourself - “cold”. Come on ... - the door opened, and I raised my foot to the step.

- Noooooo! I will not go!

- "Not" so "not." Go home.

- How will I go? ..

- So go.

- Aaaaaaa ... - The minibus started moving, and Bobik jumped towards me.

Tunic went astray, opening the edge of the pussy. The bus pulled, Bobby clutched at me and tried to pull the tunic back with one hand, but she could not. It was full of people ...

- I have never seen such a mad look. For two, please ... - I said. Bobby was silent, so as not to attract attention, and drilled me with amber lasers.

Of course, nobody looked at us, and I quietly put my hand on her buttock.

“Don't,” she squeaked.

- It is necessary, Bobby, it is necessary. Come on in. - I made my way to the salon and sat down. Bobik followed me, holding the railing with both hands. Tunic stubbornly crawled up, and Bobby was sorry to look at. Sitting next to me, she squeezed her knees as best she could, pulled on her tunic like a bowstring, and covered herself with her hands.

- How are you? - I asked.

- I will kill you. Someday, she whispered through her teeth.

After a couple of stops, I took her outside. He led the panel house into the courtyard, dark, unlit, and, when there were no passersby around, pulled her tunic to her stomach.

- Eeee! - she tried to bring her back into place, but I squatted down, grabbed her ass and began to kiss her tummy, warm, almost hot ...

Her legs were flooded with a real waterfall of juices - from cunt to chin. I have not seen this yet.

- Yes, you are a real living spring ... I can imagine what is happening on the seat where you sat, - I tell her. - Spread it ... That's it ...

I lick the sticky stream from the inside of her thigh from the knee and above. Her skin is as if smeared with salty honey ...

Does not resist. Still ... I try not to lick tightly, casually, to drown in goose bumps ... Higher, higher, closer to my pussy, darkening in the evening twilight ...

My hands crush her ass, tickle her inside, around the anus, in the most sensitive place. The girl staggers, groans, butt twists eights ... And here is the pussy. (Erotic stories) Here is a bud, salted hot through the sauce, here is its heart ... Yulit with its hips - either takes me away from me, or, on the contrary, is substituted ... With a strong, cruel face, I get into the hollow between the petals, ... Read more →