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and you can give her your gift! ”
She came. Immediately she took off her clothes and lounging on a blanket brought ahead of time, prepared to wait for my actions. She could not even imagine what her beloved was authorized for, and for what sacrifices, by correcting her own morality, he is capable. But I was ready, fully ready, believe me!
Starting with the sensual and hot kisses of her face, he slowly moved down. He healed all her sweet neck, began to spud her nifty milkings, sucked her nipples for a long time, like a cow mommy. Then the turn came to the sweet Lanusin tummy. Carefully licked her navels, I moved even lower. My girl stiffened. Her breathing became intermittent. She asked:
- Borenka, what are you doing? - Her voiced little voice wheezed a little.
“I want to give you a gift,” said the man in love with her.
And without saying anything more, he kissed her sweet pussy gently. She shuddered and spread her beautiful legs, bending them in her knees, as if letting the thirsty traveler get drunk from her love well. I immediately fell to her bosom and began to carefully lick her juice of love, playing my finger with her pea. It should be noted that I thoroughly prepared for the gift: I studied a lot of literature on this subject, so I did not experience much difficulty in giving. By helping myself with my finger and sometimes even with my nose, I achieved that my desired one began to stroke my hair in ecstasy, sometimes twisting it into cosmic spirals, and sometimes strongly pulling, as if to say: “Boria, well, not so! Do more gentle and careful! ”. And I licked gently, carefully and carefully.
My tongue was not trained to such difficult physical exercises, but overcoming fatigue, I still completed what I started! Even the cicadas in the yard began to squash louder than usual, as if celebrating my victory in a love battle. And my girl, moaning and oykala from the pleasure that was overwhelming her, and even, it seems, shed a little cry. I felt like a real lover hero. And my queen, rewarding me with fierce kisses, said:
- What are you Borya my romantic! I just love and adore you! You are so ... I would eat straight all!
Then she asked me to lay my back on the bedding, while she herself played with me a love serenade on horseback, as shown in American films. It gave free rein to my playful hands. While the rider galloped on her stallion, the stallion was kneading her sweet milkings. By the way, my sweetheart's lovely breasts have become a bit bigger and more elegant. Probably, the peculiarity of rural life was evident: Clean air and ecological, without preservatives and pesticides with nitrates, food. In addition, the sexual energy in nature beat the key. and mostly on our wild heads.
Thus, we were furious all night before the screams of the morning roosters. It was very fun and pleasant, as if you eat strawberry jam, just cooked. And maybe even better. I advise everyone to try on the hayloft.
After spending a couple of days at my beloved, I said goodbye to her, but promised to visit her in the city. She even cried a little, wiping her tears with a handkerchief with painted ladybirds. It was so cute and unusual that the young man was bored all the way back by huddling in the corner of the seat of a commuter train.
Some time passed and Svetlana returned to the city from the village. The days spent there were not in vain for her. She is even prettier. Her sugar sponges now called for passionate kisses, her cheeks became like filling apples, the priest rounded up more, and the beautiful knolls significantly bulged out of the premium top she wore on the occasion of a date in our beloved park.
Svetlana
Boris from the first words, invited me to his home. As it turned out, his Rodak went to live their vacation to the country, combining business with pleasure. Well, right! Without delaying love affairs indefinitely, a couple of lovers went to an empty dwelling.Not having time to cross the threshold, we went in for petting. For some reason, it was too lazy to undress. Starting in the hallway, we ended up in the kitchen, where I tried to cook us dinner. It turned out to be a hopeless occupation. Satisfied with sandwiches with sausage and cheese, the lovers moved into the bedroom. Moreover, the maiden in my face did not move on her own lovely legs, shod in cute shoes, bought by me immediately upon arrival in the beloved city, but was transferred on the hands of her lover.
These men, they are so sweet. They absolutely do not notice what a woman has to do in order to please them. Boriska didn’t say anything about my new panties and pretty bust bought on the eve of a date, but fortunately he adequately responded about my hair style ... intimate, coming to a complete delight. Now I do Cooney, it was not for him to work. Naughty strands did not climb into his mouth, as it was before. In general, we had a great time, making love in all rooms, even in auxiliary.
Borenka soooo fucked me, that at one point from the feelings that overwhelmed me, I, boom ... and crashed into a swoon ...
It was an unforgettable time - time for love. And if, my adored reader, you suddenly notice familiar descriptions, or heroes seem like you or your friends, then so be it! This is a story about you and your friends!
Names, places and times have been changed. During the writing of the story, none of the animals was hurt, except for one fly, but a very bitch bitch got caught! All the time I strove to sit on my nose ...
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Lovely sparking and funny story about first love and first sex. Smiled, thank you Yura. I think many would like such a warm first time. I feel sad that mine was not so beautiful.
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My Marina, this was not with me either, the story was written at the request of one of the first ST users. I was given a draft version of how it happened. I just swept it into readable, in my opinion, form. However, practically not yielding a step to the side of the main text. Just painted in a humorous tone, adding the details left overs.
The authors liked the story, although they were a little dissatisfied with the ending ... Too quickly.
Will continue. I dont know. To invent - it turns out badly. Give food for thought - I will make a sequel)))
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Yura, it’s not for me to criticize you, but in fact some phrases slightly spoil the impression of the story. Hard for you, given the role of a girl. A little insincere to sound her thoughts. Although, again, not for me to judge, I'm not a girl.
And for cleaning the potatoes - many thanks.
Unconditional - 10.
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Thank! But I still say that the apparent greatness of my language when writing this kind of stories is not a mistake of style, but is used purely for laughter or just a smile. I scoff a little at the naivety of my heroes in love, because I myself was once like that)))
Of course it's easier to write: “Finally, I saw his dick. He was beautiful ... ", than:" Finally, my gaze presented what every woman sees every day, and the girl very rarely, and maybe never. It was perfect! In its beauty and pristine. "
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“Boris greatly agitated his member fell. I did not say anything, afraid to upset him. I took and masturbated to him when he got up with him, we continued, ”- and that's what I wrote:
“Affected and peripetias of the forthcoming loss of virginity. I am a serious girl and, realizing that with a careless word you can permanently injure the soul of a young man, as I could, soothe him. Gently kissing her cheeks, then sponges. Then she began to jerk off his pretty little thing. Soon, he again hardened and dressed in a condom, I did not think, but it seems the fourth, started the main goal of the current day. "
If the button is simple, constantly yakaya, the story will look like thousands of similar twins presented here, more similar to the statement to the head about a job or dismissal from her)))
Type: “I'm 18 years old. My name is (name). I am a handsome guy, I have a dick 18 cm (20, 22, 25). I have a girl she is very beautiful. Her name is (name) ... She has a beautiful figure ... we study at the institute (the name of the university), Next comes the description of sex, how they did it and everything (((Familiar?
Nobody will read such stories ...))))
With the minimum number of dialogues, which is not my characteristic, I tried to express the maximum thoughts and aspirations of my heroes by connecting even the moon and stars here. Of course it does not happen. But the month, remotely similar to the phalos, could lead to the corresponding thoughts of the guy)))
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I completely agree with you on this, but I will not put 10 again.
Waiting for your other stories. They are always interesting.
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Well, I am pleased for such an assessment of my work. I am a graphomaniac, so I will soon meet your expectations)))
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"Potato Dad" at the stove with a stir
He saw a lot of simple pans:
Dural and cast iron, and tefal newfangled.
To fry potatoes? Yes, as many as you want!
On lard pork, on sunflower oil,
In butter, melted - so, it is absolutely beautiful,
Also, gourmet, chicken fat -
The process at the plate is not so long.
Cleaned, cut, poured, closed,
Went to sexitails - I forgot everything.
And what burns from the kitchen so rushing?
Missing potatoes, but there is a sandwich.
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Yevgeny, you just do not “embarrass” the author)))) We are still waiting for a lot of great stories from him))))
And what about potatoes ... First, they forgot about the new-fashioned pans with a ceramic coating. Secondly, you can still fry in olive oil, even tastier. But thirdly (and most importantly!), The frying can not be closed when frying, it turns out to be much tastier if you fry in an open frying pan)))))))))))))))))))
Everything, I stop offtopic)))
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No, on olive bottom. Down with the west, go to ours, dear.
Coca-Cola in the trash,
Kvass on the table!
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I fully support! Kvass also love)))
But olive goes well in salads, and fry on it dismiss.
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Salt zabali))))) And onion at the end)))))
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Is that a hint of the erotic component of the story, or is it about the potatoes? My non-commentator?)))))
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Of course, about the potato)))))) And to the poem of Eugene)))))) Salt, then onion and cover with lid)))))))
And then - why not? Fry, salt, add onions ... You should know what I imagined!))))))))
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Thank you, Eugene for the beautiful verse!
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Very interesting course of the story, then from one person, then from the second. The intrigue remained until the very end, to admit, it was no longer believed that IT would happen.
The author of the young man, hard desyatochka!
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Thank! The heroine also liked the story. She even asked to continue the series, but it seemed to me uninteresting. By the way, I stuck to her text, trying not to invent too much. That is, the story of real events)))
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