doing your own “black deed”. My tongue vibrates finely, driving it into a stupor from excitement. After a couple of minutes, she just screams with pleasure and desire, arching upwards. When her scream, choking, turns into the scream of a wounded bird, I stop. The body hanging on me continues to twitch, and then slips down to the bed without any strength.

I look at Red. The face is distorted with a grimace of voluptuousness, the mouth is ajar. She tries to breathe air squeezed to the last drop. When she could breathe, she squeezed out of herself:

- What ... Why did you do it?

- Did you not like it? - I'm surprised.

- No ... But this is impossible ... There ... Wet and ... - could not continue further.

- I like this! - I declare, and bending down again, I fall to the bosom.

A quiet moan on the exhale fills the bedroom. She just lies and trembles under my caresses. And I caress and lick every cell of her charms, keeping her legs apart. A cry again, and suddenly she stops ... Her body, arching, slightly lifts. The abdominal muscles twist the spasms, and my hands cling to my hair, almost tearing it off the root. I literally feel the skin of her face, as her vagina is contracting and the “juices” squeezed out into my face. Olenka beats in her orgasm, trying to scream or moan something, but there is no air, no strength to voice it.

Slowly, through the force of tearing myself off her pussy, stroking her tummy and hips, which are shaken. Her head dangles from side to side on the pillow, drawing in air with difficulty. Then she calms down. Lies quietly. Only from time to time the waves roll over the body and the chest heaves heavily with a sigh.

- So how? - I ask quietly.

—... — she shakes her head from the impotence and languor that flooded the body.

- continue?

Silence and only in the eyes of the imps ran, and a short languid exhalation was my answer.

“Let's change the position,” I suggest.

She rises and looks at me. Remembering that she is still learning, I say:

- Stand on your knees back to me and bend over.

“But that’s the way it will be,” she says, like a child.

- That's good. It will be more convenient for us ...

She, kneeling down, bends down and tries, turning her head to see my actions. I press my chest and head against the bed with my hand and, standing behind me, slowly bend down. Slowly, I run my tongue across parted lips, between which brilliant flesh turns pink. Redhead trembled, but remained in place. I spread my buttocks apart. Now I can see her pinkish-brown star between the buttocks and the almost oval dark vaginal cave. Carefully strained language contour cave. She can not stand still and, trembling, slightly sways back and forth. My tongue, slowly stroking the sides of her hole, sinks deep. I feel a barrier. I stop. She stiffened. But I'm not going to move on. I begin with energetic circular movements to caress the inner side of the vestibule of the vagina. She starts moaning, twisting her ass.

“What are you doing there,” she squeezes.

She is no longer looking at my actions, she is full of sensations. I ignore the question and continue the rite. The more energetic I work with my tongue, the louder the moans. When she bends back, sticking out her ass, my finger slips into the crack, feeling for the clitoris. Touch ... Explosion ... Her belly dramatically decreases the buttocks go up. The tense vagina shrinks and again irrigates my face with “juices”.

- wah! - there is a cry.

I, having recoiled, gently blow on her wet pussy. She shudders and suddenly says:

- Well, come on, I can not ...

I get up on my knees and press a tight member to the vulva. I make a few frictions, gently sliding on a wet surface. Putting the head to the vaginal opening and quietly press. After a moment, I feel a barrier. I stop, feeling how my dear has tense up.

- Ready?

- Not...

The hand rests on the pubis, not allowing it to move forward. I press hard.

- Oh! - she cries and tries to move away from me, - it hurts ... Don't!

“Already everything,” I state, falling almost halfway down.

We stand motionless, leaning against each other. She is breathing heavily, and I begin to move slowly. A little ahead, stop, a little back and again forward ... And after a few minutes, despite her moans, I walk in it, smoothing the way. When my body partially appears “into the light of day”, I find brown spots on it. This also smears the inside of the thighs.

Olenka is not trying to get off my stallion. Only quietly moans, slightly twitching, when I fill her vagina. My hand, which was lying on the pubis, slightly slipped below and the finger, unmistakably finding the clitoris, gently crawls over the swollen tubercle. The second hand groped her nipple and tugged at it, causing her tense body to twitch and twist from caress.

- You feel good? Ryzhik? - I almost hoarse with throat that was dry with excitement.

- Yes ... Although it hurts a little ...

“It will pass later,” I promise, “and now let's turn and try on the side,” I suggest, and slowly leave the hospitable womb.

She lies to the side and, looking down, notices the dried brownish stains on the thighs. Passing his hand, he asks:

- And what's that?

“The blood has dried,” after a pause, telling me, “well, it always happens ...”

She bites her lip, and no longer looking down, slightly bulging in my direction angular buttocks. I gently slap them and say:

- You probably eat badly. It would not hurt here and increase the "meat" ...

- But you can save on food! - she supports the joke.

I attach myself to the back and, lifting and keeping my leg on the weight with her leg, slowly sinking my phallus inside. Soft smacking and it is completely absorbed by a hospitable womb. I hear her muffled hissing through her teeth.

- Be patient, it hurts now, and then it will pass ...

- Yes, it does not hurt me ... - she lies ineptly, trying not to twitch from sensations that are unpleasant now.

As soon as I energetically moved in, she began to moan again, and when my hands felt and squeezed her nipple, the moans became louder. And these were not the exclamations of pain that tormented her, but rather the sounds of pleasure that caressed the ear. Stretching my hand down, I began to stroke the folds of her vulva, not forgetting about the "secluded bell." She breathed deeper and louder, and then grabbed my hand that was below.

“Don't,” he squeezed out of himself through moans, “I feel so good!”

And at this moment it was not “childish” twisted! With a loud moan, she jerked forward, the hand holding, mine, shrank with superhuman strength and pressed mine to my body. I felt the strained muscles of the peritoneum begin to play, rolling. She screamed. The upper part of the body, trying to bend, twitched. His legs tensed, bending at the knees and clinging to each other. A wave of convulsions has come to the vagina, forcing it to shrink, waving my cock. I sped up, punching my way through the narrowing hole. Her triumphant cry screamed through the apartment, turning again into a groan. She, like a “puppet”, twitched under me, getting her first orgasm from the man’s action.

All this accelerated me and when she was still writhing in spasms, she grabbed me too. Immediately, I left her blessed bosom, filling my back and buttocks with my sperm ...

Then we silently lay, embracing aimlessly looking at the ceiling.

- You feel good? - I asked quietly.

“Yes ...” she also answered quietly and asked, “and now I'm your girlfriend?” - and buried her face in my chest.

“Of course, honey,” I whispered, stroking her red hair, even in the dark. - You are my most beautiful and beloved girl! Redhead ... Redhead ...

“...” she laughed softly, “you say that to everyone after ...” without finishing the sentences.

- I have never told anyone like that! - becoming serious I said, - you are the one and only ...

- Well, I'm thin and I have little tits, and even red with freckles ?!

- And what of it? - I did not understand, - you are the same, the most! Favorite, beautiful and good ...

—... — she listened to my words, and I felt how she squeezed into my body with delight — repeat again! She asked, lifting her head and kissing my lips.

Instead of answering, I dug into her hot and soft lips, and my tongue began to explore and caress her palate.

After five minutes or an hour when we enjoyed each other and gave peace to our swollen lips, I said:

- Pretty! My Ryzhik! And you...