After meeting with Antonina Timofeevna, which I now rightly called Tonya, my anger and resentment towards Snezhana subsided. Especially since she has not made attempts to reconcile with me for almost the entire week. And if everything remained so, then I would not implement my plan. But no, life has not taught anything, this fool! Truly the "Snow Queen", not a girl. For a week, she gathered strength and proceeded to a systematic assault, then to leave me with my nose! I do not understand women's logic, to put so much effort and effort to prove to someone that no guy can resist her, and she can leave anyone, why? We didn’t see Tonya herself, although we called back every day, and she didn’t give me a hint that she wants me and everything is already possible for her. But, as it did not develop.

On Friday, Snezhana invited me to the cinema for an evening show. Not me, but she! I agreed, I wanted to see what else she came up with. I categorically refused to go behind her home, referring to business, and we agreed to meet near the cinema. I had to buy tickets, even though it was not my initiative.

Snezhana acted very straightforwardly, neither becoming, inventing anything and hoping for her imaginary irresistible. She whispered to me about the floor of the film about her supposedly nascent feelings, and the second half, she kissed me. Well, at least she did it quite well. I tried to check her for lice, and when we came out of the cinema into the darkness, at the next kiss I tried to crawl under her skirt, but it was not there. I received a whole sermon about virginity and sex, only after the wedding. I was amused by her fervor and cowardice. Having decided that she had sufficiently irritated me, Snezhana offered to go with her and several other friends to the country tomorrow, with an overnight stay. Relax, unwind. I agreed, although I did not intend to go. We agreed on the time and place of the meeting at the station, and parted. Accompanied her to the house, and moved to her.

On the way, I called Tone, and inquired about her plans for tomorrow. Then he offered to meet. She thought a little, agreed, and offered to come to my house after three days. I agreed, my mood immediately improved.

In the morning, I called Snezhana at that time. When we were to meet, and refused to travel, again referring to the case. She called me a chode, and said. What is not going to cancel the rest because of me, and tried to arouse jealousy in me, saying: “Well, since you cannot, you have to spend time with someone else! Here in the company there is one guy, and he has long been drying for me. I'll give him a chance! ”And hung up. So, the horizon was clear, and was free to go to Tone, and even stay overnight, if allowed, which I did not doubt.

Exactly at three I stretched out my hand about to press the bell button. But before that, the door swung open, I was dragged in and snapped the locking lock behind my back. The apartment was gloomy. All windows were closed with curtains. And then there was something unimaginable ... We embraced, moved to the bedroom, tearing things off from each other on the way: dressing gown, shirt with trousers. Her pants and mine, flew off already on the threshold of the bedroom. I put her back on the bed, and he perched on top, and dug into the lips. Our hands, at this time, caressed each other ... I caressed her breasts for a long time, stroked her nipples, then ran my hand down my stomach. He lingered a little on his pubic hair and, with lust, slid between her legs. Her bosom was wet and ready for sex.

My fingers stroked the genitals and, going upstairs, got to the vagina. These manipulations caused a moan, and our lips merged even more closely in a long kiss. Circling the contour of the coveted hole, I slipped inside with one finger. Another moan, languid, and full of desire and hope, announced the bedroom.Looking up from her lips, and stroking my finger in her vagina, I began to move down. Kiss in the ear, then in the neck, and here are the breasts. They, like the first time, captivated me. She lay, leaning back, arms outstretched to the side, and moaning, thirsting for affection. In the twilight of the room, I admired their correct shape and size. Big and soft, they seemed to harden under my eyes, and the white and milky color attracted the eye. The large light pink nipples that crowned them were just lovely. Having kissed both breasts, I began to lick my nipples, which were stiff from my touch, becoming hard as pebbles and hot. They seemed to be waiting for me to grab their lips. And I did it! First, the neighbor to me. Again a sigh, turning into an incoherent whisper: “Yes! Still! Oh, how good! My gentle bites accompanied her moans. My tongue played with him, gently stroking and pressing on him. Then the second. And again, groans, rolling hardened flesh on the tongue and sobs of desire.

I squeezed my breasts with my hands, and my head began to descend lower. Even a simple touch made her stomach muscles strain. And when I turned my tongue around the contour of the navel, she seemed to freeze, and then trembled and twitched. Her muscles cramped from desire. And here is the pubis, rare short golden hairs tickle the skin of the face. My kisses and caress language make it spin. She puts her hands on my head and holds her tightly to her. "Sweet! Let's! Oh! How good! ”She babbles. Then he adds: “I waited for this from the moment we broke up!” “Well, I waited the same, dreamed, and even jerked off, imagining this evening,” I thought.

When her grip loosened, I moved even lower. We had to perform the final chord, our caresses, which she waited, and I craved. Sitting comfortably between her legs, raised her head, looking at the holy of holies - the vulva! The trembling of the thighs and abdomen, deep and heavy breathing, and a moist, glistening vulva, betrayed Tony's intense anticipation. The thick ridges of the large genital lips were half-open, between them were the darker scallops of the small lips. I sniffed the air. Saturated tart smell, women filled the air with their fluids. I just parted her lips to the side, and saw the pink head of the clitoris, hiding in the folds. “Come on! Rather! ”, A quiet whisper, boomed like thunder. And I clung to her charms lips.

It is even sweeter than the first kiss, which teases, promising bliss. There is no place for promises. This is the first, most important moment of bliss! One gives, and the other takes caresses, dreaming of continuation. Everyone knows what awaits him and craves it!

My lips cover with kisses her tender vulva, but the main actor in this act is the tongue. He has not touched her yet, has not run hot and exciting touch ... I just touch my tongue to the clitoris and, without stopping, spend them all over the entire surface of the genitals ... Moans, voluntary movements of the body ... And I already lick her labia , the entrance to the vagina, covered with soft, but hot skin. Her hips, trembling with excitement, rise to meet me ... And I, as if teasing her, throw everything, returning to the clitoris. My vibrating tip of the tongue rests against its head ... A victorious cry of delight announces the air, and I lick the hood of the clitoris and the head itself. My lips gently bite the pink bump. "Oh! Oh! Good ...! Yes-aaa! ”, Incoherent cries of ecstasy. And again I lick the head, leaving moisture on it, and having slightly moved away, I blow on it. Even such a slow stream of air cools the clitoris, led Tonya into awe. While I was doing the clitoris, two of my fingers penetrated the vagina, stroking and caressing it from the inside. I twist them 180 degrees to the right and left, while immersing them deeper into the vagina and pulling it back. Her body walks under my pressure. And my dick beats all personal records at will and perseverance!

She does not stand up first. The abdominal muscles already strained twists even harder, then releases, so that after a second to twist again. A cry or a howl of bliss, sighs fill the bedroom. Spasms of an orgasm make strange things with Tonya.Here it is in peace, and immediately it bothers her, not letting her lungs breathe. Hands are moving along the sheet, then, squeezing and grabbing, the sheet, then relaxing. I can feel the muscles of the vagina contracting around my fingers. Their waved ...