She was so pleased that she didn’t even bang back. I poured her nipples, sliding to the back of the head and the skin on her head, and then back, and again, and again; then went down to the tummy ...

- Spread the legs, Bobby.

- Spread or screw up? She asked in a hoarse bass. - I'm still Bobby ...

- Optional...

I suddenly also hoarse and spoke like her. The streams had already watered her pubic hair, and Bobby was noisily loud. - Spread it! ..

She did not move.

- Come on, don't be afraid. - I put the shower even lower on the lips, and she could not stand it - she boomed, and not with a bass, but a thin, plaintive like a kitten, and nevertheless opened her knees, looking at me with horror. - Wider, wider! - She crouched down below, and I started the torture with a shower, from which Bobby instantly whimpered in a thin kitten voice.

Once, my first mistress did this with me, and I knew how you feel when soul trickles crawl to defenseless genitalia, and the whole body is enveloped in a million chills, and trickles closer and closer to the most sensitive, and from that creepy, creepy to acid in the mouth, and it seems that - well, the streams will get there and sting at the core, and you die, burst from the sweet poison; but they get and sting, and not just, but in a circle, again and again, burning all the nerve endings - and you choke on deadly sweetness, from which there is no place to run, and between your legs rainbows and flowers bloom blaze ...

Bobby was already gasping for air and curving, pulling out her sisi. They were shouting at her, and I was pulling and spitting on these soft bulbs, touching the nipples, but in passing, in passing, in order to torment her even more.

- Never done it to yourself? - I whispered, pouring her clit, purple from excitement. She silently shook her head. I suddenly put my hand in there and vibrated in the wet petals. Bobby howled good mat. - And so?

- Iiiyyyy ... so did ... yyyy ... only ...

She fell on me, clutching at the shoulders, and I stood like Atlas, risking crashing down with her, and jerked off a wet bud, and then got into it with a dick, pushed it and drove my discharge deep inside the drenched body - there, there, there , deeper, and deeper, and more, and even deeper ...

- IIIIIIIYYY !!! We cried, clutching at wet shoulders, hips, and hips. The abandoned shower poured over us, like a bed, with cascades of tickling droplets that hit our nose and eyes.

I do not know how we stayed on our feet and did not cripple each other.

Then I brought her to bed, and there she wiped from head to foot like a baby ...

“Daaaaaaa ...” she moaned. “I have a feeling today that it was not you who ordered me, but I you.”

Here's the bad news!

“Even after I fucked you in the bathroom?”

- Not “fucked”, but “fucked”. Observe the chosen discourse!

I said nothing. Then he asked:

- Did you notice, Bobby, a strange thing?

- Which one?

- And this: we have been lying with us for about an hour, not fucking ... miles, sorry, we are not fucking ... I gave you the money, you counted them with me ... and ...

- and?

- And ... do not you think that you and I still can not part?

- Expel me?

- Well, do not wag!

- I will not. No, I do not think. And even if it seems, I will not say this.

- Why?

- Because.

- Vlad?

- Yes, Vlad!

“But still you are not leaving.” And do not even dress.

- How not to dress? Very even dress up! - she raised herself to get out of bed. I held her:

- Wait a minute. Wait, Bobby ...

- What?

I looked at her. Then he clung to her lips.

One kiss can be taboo and sweeter than several days of sex without brakes. I put my lips into her lips, knowing that it was impossible, that everything was over, and she knew it - and answered me, the farther, the hotter, even before it had filled my lust ...

A minute - and we were stuck together in a single moaning lump.

“Bobby,” I said, stinging her tongue into open lips.- Well, how can I let you go? How? Kaak? Kaaak? - I asked at every push, and Bobby responded to me:

- Oh? Ahh? Ahhh? ..

***

I have not seen her for a week and a half.

Exactly enough for me: a week and a half of cynicism, realism, practicality and other isms, in a chorus saying that we are not on the road, and we need to drive stray Bobik out of the soul, to drive the filthy broom until it is registered ...

- Where to find you, if anything? I asked as she stood in the doorway.

- If anything?

- If anything.

- Ha. In the same place where they found. Planet Earth, landing point for lonely bobs ...

Smart, devil. She said nothing, but at the same time ...

And here I am. On the "landing point". In the same place, on the same bench.

I have been sitting for three hours already, because I don’t have her phone number, address, or even a name — just a place. The venue is like in that movie.

There is no hope that I will wait for her, that she appears at the “landing point” more often than once in her life. AND...

... And when she did appear, she was not called by anyone, and began to look out for someone anxiously, and when she saw me, she turned to stone, turned back, and nevertheless turned and walked, even ran towards me, that was when I got excited , as never before, and for some reason restrained a smile, pruschuyu towards her like weeds after the rain ...

- Hello!

- Paint the fence. Fall, what are you standing?

- Uh ...

She smiled and flopped down on my bench, a meter from me. Not close and not far.

- How are you?

- Well! And you?

- I have so-so. And you, too.

- Why is this?

- Because it does not work you wag. Does not work.

- Does not work?

- Nah. Come on, tell me.

- Well ... what to tell?

- First, tell me how many times you sold your virginity.

Is silent. Did not expect.

- Eeeee ...

- Do not Ekay. How many? Four? Five?

- Uh ... Three.

She curled up, but immediately straightened.

- Three. So you were the third. Such ... balls of red paint, like eggs, you know? Type blood ... How did you guess? And when?

- On the second day. Virgins do not behave this way. And fuck differently, and they have another pussy. From the inside.

- From the inside?

- Yes. And there is no Vlad.

- There is!

- Not.

- There is!!!

- Not! Well, do not wag !!!

- How do you know?

- From a camel. You had at least a month before I had regular sex. I do not know whether Vlad is or not, but he is hardly disabled. And I also think that you have a lot of them, Vladik these.

Is silent.

- How many? Four? Five? ... Why?

- What do you care?

- What is the deal? I'll explain now. You are a beautiful, sexy, intelligent, talented girl, Bobby. Perhaps, to all this, you can add the word "very." Very beautiful, very talented, and te te. And you're eighteen years old. A PERSON IN THE EIGHTEEN YEARS IS NOT AN ADULT PERSON. A man at eighteen is a child who does not know what he is doing. Even if it’s a very smart kid like you. Do you understand? You and I are not equal. You are NOT free to make your choice, Bobby. I am not calm for you. The Universe is NOT interested in such a wonderful specimen as you become a slut. Or even not ordinary, but very tricky and talented. Catch the thread?

- When we met, you thought not.

- Yes, Bobby, I will not wag. I thought. There was such a sin.

Is silent.

- How do you call something?

- Why do you need?

- Do not want - do not tell.

- Glasha.

- You're lying.

- I'm lying. Mira Miroslav. Right now I'm not lying, honestly.

- Mira? ... Do you go here often, Mira?

- Uh ... here?

- Yes. Here it is.

- Here on these benches?

- Here on these benches.

- Nuuuu ... Actually, no, but ...

- But?

- But ... Actually, yes. Do not wag - so do not wag. I'm looking for ... Read more →