don't hurry, she whispers, without opening her eyes. Then she is released from the panties. I want to caress her all. I put my head down and with my tongue lick her little hole, she spreads her legs wide, pliable, and rubs my hair in my hand. Excitement bursting at me, leaving no choice. I'm crazy good, and Ale so beautiful there, below. I never knew the female body, well, those minutes were worth the wait. Minutes give me my first woman. She is all wet underneath, and I note that this is the most delicious sputum. I do not want to break away from her and continue to lick her vagina, labia, and this wonderful notorious tubercle. He stiffens, and Elya groans and whispers some kindly approving words. I hug her tightly with my hands on my ass and I enter with the tongue inside as deeply as possible. Then Elya screams and wriggles on the couch, twitching her slender legs and pressing my head to her. The sound of her scream is amazing.

After a minute, she wakes up, opens her eyes, looks at me gratefully. Lying on the couch, and I - next. My dick pulses and wants to break free. She rises and gently leans me on the back of the sofa. With a sharp gesture, unzips my pants fly. Stretches penis pen, bends and tightly wraps his lips. Gently absorbs, caressing his tongue, takes out and retracts again. He is warm and comfortable with Eli inside. The head of the member rubs against her tongue, and a shiver runs through me. I scream and feel how the wave from below soars upwards, and El pours into the mouth in a stream. It does not repel me, but swallows all the sperm to the drop. I am ashamed, but she only smiles, reacting to my first awkward orgasm. Kisses me, as if in mockery of my annoyance. I so wanted to enter her hole, but could not resist and ended in her mouth.

“Don't be upset,” she reassures me. - I'm not going anywhere from you. Undress completely and lie down. Soon we will continue.

Elya herself throws off her robe, exposing the whole gorgeous sexy body. They say about them “a girl of model appearance”, but I have a completely different definition.

Favorite.

I undress, absolutely not being ashamed of my body. We lie down on the sofa, covered with a blanket.

“You have a beautiful figure,” she notes, and I don’t argue with her. Ale is my goddess. Who will argue with the gods? Again, I kiss her on the lips, and soon notice how the member below is again filled with passion. She gropes his hand and smiles.

- Do you want? She asks, smacking me towards herself.

“Mad,” I say back, and I feel how he rests on something soft and moist. Ale lies under my body, spreads her legs wider and retracts the end into herself. He is cool in her hole, and I lean on Elya over and over again, pushing him deeply. She groans, clutching at my back, and I fall asleep with kisses to her long white neck. I continue to push, she moves me with a basin to the meeting, and we seem to merge into one. I rub every part of her hole with my dick. I admire her beautifully contoured face filled with excitement, eyes closed with passion. I am glad that I can give pleasure, filled with confidence and freedom. She stops me.

“Lie on your back,” Ale says quietly, and I obey her. But not because she is older and more experienced, I do not want to think about it. And because I want to look at it from below. Again, I am looking for different perspectives, I smile to myself. She sits down with a vagina on the penis from above, resting his palms on my chest, and slowly sways, giving you a hug for the elastic ass. Halves of Alina breasts fly apart with every jolt. I am very good and I hope her too. Ale begins to move harder, soon her vagina is compressed, and the girl screams, falling on my chest.I understand that she has reached her end again.

“I feel good ...” I hear her whisper. I embrace her tightly, she rises and, I see, is ready to continue. Jumping on my penis, pulling deep moans from my chest. Ale clearly aims to take me to the peak of the second height. I do not resist, wanting the same.

- Favorite ... - I whisper to the simultaneous tension from below, the finish is approaching, and I cannot hold it back.

I could not make out her words in response, but I fixed the touch of the lips on the burned cheek. I want to believe that she needs me. I explode, filling my Ale with thick liquid. Curls of hair fall on my eyes, blocking the whole world. I regret that there is no one to click us in those seconds. Last photo for a long memory. An orgasm lets me go, and I suddenly think that the end of my shooting will soon come ...

Ale. EPILOGUE

... The body in pleasant languor reminded of the past intimacy. I didn’t want to get up, and I stroked his hair when he put his head to my chest after sex. A little boy, he got his first woman, and I - the first man. The first who worried about me and loved me - for my own sake. He is complex because of his appearance, not realizing how many really ugly men I have met. Enjoyed my body. Narcissistic, selfish, ready only to receive, and if they give, they do in return for their own property. Cruel, not able to create anything beautiful. They made our life ugly. I stroke it over the burned half of my face. I don't want him to be shy. Sasha knows that he is talented, but I want him to know how much he is desired.

“I was very well,” I whisper to Sasha, I see how pleased he is. The boys are waiting for evaluation after the first time, but I really liked it. He kisses my nipples, figuring out what I love so much. A man who notices the preferences of women in sex, will always enjoy their success.

“I don’t have your photo,” I suddenly notice, and Sasha rises, looks at me in surprise. - You took me so many times, but I don’t have your photos. I want to take a picture of you.

I speak seriously, but Sasha does not seem to believe my request. I urge him to bring a camera and give yourself a sfotkat.

“The camera is in my house, I'm quick,” he says, getting dressed. - I'll be back soon.

I close the door behind him, smiling blissfully. He was not afraid to deal with Dan, and I feel that I can be confident with this boy. Like with anyone.

I went over to the table and found the courage to look at the photos of that sinful session. On them I am another, and that which I will never become. Made photos just great. I nod approvingly. My new guy, like a photo artist, has a great future.

Something is not his long. Half an hour has already passed. I feel my heart beating, I dress quickly, open the doors and literally fly down the stairs. I freeze when I see him on the first floor. He sits on the floor, leaning against the wall and with a smile - tired, painful, looks at me. On his neck hangs his constant companion - the camera. I heard in a wild cry. From behind Sasha's back, a scarlet stream trickles down the wall.

Someone who has run out on shout, causes "fast", I grab his hands and I feel, as from last forces in it the life still glimmers. He whispers something, I do not hear, but I know what he is asking about. In tears, I kiss his lips with kisses, then tear off the camera as best I can, pointing it at him. Well, where are these freaking doctors?

Trembling hands, eyes flooded with tears. How can I catch a face in the lens. He is losing strength, and his head is turned sideways to me. The camera clicks. It turns out the photo of only half of the face. That second one, which he was so shy, but could not hide ... Doctors put him on a stretcher. I jump in the wake of them in the ambulance car ...

- Who are you to him? - the doctor asks already in the hospital when the stretcher with Sasha disappears behind the operating room doors. The doctor blocked my way further.

“Wife,” I declare, not recognizing my own voice. He is filled with pain and the horror of loss.Why can I now lose what I have been waiting for all my life? - Doctor, will he live?

- A knife wound in the back, deep. Chances are low, - the doctor says dismally. - And now do not bother us. We will fight.

“Sasha. You are the best thing that happened to me. "

I wander around the corridor, already losing track of time. Night or day? (Especially for eroticspace) Why no one goes with the operating room? Is he alive or dead? But in any case, I'm with him ...

* * * * *

... I’m leaving the exhibition of spring models in Milan from the catwalk. Noise applause. The show is over. I am met by a photographer who has completed the latest shots. The model house works with him.

Because he is the best photographer in the world. And he is the best husband. Because mine.

“You were super,” he announces and kisses me on the cheek. He is proud of me, and me. as always, I am sorry for his ratings - the husband understands models. And I will not praise even my wife.

Sasha is hugging me. I, smiling, look in his face. I am often told what my husband is - a handsome man. Nature and plastic surgeons tried.

“My model career is coming to an end,” I decide to announce in my turn. Sasha looks blankly. He thinks this is my next whim. Indignantly arguing.

- We will have a child, silly, - I whisper to him, and his expression changes, filled with brilliance and joy. A married kiss blends together the halves of our face ...