Polina hugged me tightly, discharging the silence of the house with moans, and I picked them up, diluting them with my own. In the first intimacy you learn a lot about a woman, something that cannot be said by her appearance. She whispers sweet words to me - often, which is a bit unusual for my experience, her kisses are like bee bites because teeth are added to her lips and something else distinguishes her from my previous passions. But everything was new and great, for real. Polina finished, clasping the feet of beautiful legs behind my back, when I lifted her by the elastic ass and sharply entered from above. She screamed like a schoolgirl who found something interesting and was delighted with the find. I am also pleased to see her smile on my face with eyes closed after orgasm. She quickly recovered and demanded continuation. Now Polina was at the top, and I enjoyed the sight of her gorgeous body. She rubbed my cock with her hole and led us to a new peak of pleasure. I, in the first orgasm, could not restrain myself, pulled out a member, wanting to cum on the bed, but she quickly reacted, jumped on her haunches and thoughtfully sent the phallus to her mouth. Squeezing it tightly with her lips, like a trap, she swallowed inside and released until the last push of sperm flowed into her throat. At such moments you discover the highest truth about a woman. My body, which was shaken a second ago, froze and collapsed, as if struck in a ring ...

Then I entered her when she turned on all fours to me with her graceful ass, crying to the beat of my pushes (her favorite posture), and with one half of my brain (because the second one was shutting down) I thought how incredible everything happens. An evening meeting with a girl from the classroom can end like this. At school, I could only think about this (especially by closing in the bathroom), today I had the energy to make up my mind, and now, looking at the small hole of her magnificent anus, I realize that there is no evening more unexpected than that. And he is eternally grateful for the life leaving me for this gift. Polina, tired of the absence of feelings with a jealous husband, gave me a flow of her hidden, repressed desires. I just took them with her oncoming jolts back to meet my dick and caught pleasure. She finished again, already snarling like a tigress, and then slowly slid down onto her stomach. All women graduated in different ways, flashed through me. That's exactly how many women, so many endings. I fell on her with the final impulse, entered as deeply as possible, caught the reaction from the groin of a hot wave, and the sperm poured into the ass of exhausted Pauline confirms my gratitude to the girl.

When we woke up in the morning, Polina lay, clinging to my chest and with a man’s palm on her thigh. As if we, and not she with that man, were a married couple. I was even ready to believe it, and here Polina raised herself, leaned on my chest, smiled, looked into my eyes, and became serious. She was going to tell me something important.

- You asked yesterday if I gave you those boxing gloves ...

I froze in anticipation of recognition. She is.

- Sasha, - said Polina, - What I regret most of all is that I did not give you those gloves.

She laughed and kissed me on the lips.

I drove her home after an hour. She refused to live in the house and refused my help until she reconciled (or divorced) with her husband. I didn’t want this reconciliation in my soul, but common sense suggested that in my state I had nothing to offer her. And if she was waiting for suggestions, I decided not to even ask myself.

“I need to return,” Polina explained sadly but firmly. - He loves me very much.If I leave him, he will get drunk, then he will drink, well, no good anymore.

Treason is betrayal, but her husband remains a close person to her. I could not find any other explanation for such a manifestation of participation.

“Tell him that if he strikes you again, I will call on him to talk heart to heart,” I said when we arrived at Polinka’s house.

The classmate laughed again.

- Be sure to pass. Now definitely not hit. And for the first time in our married life, I did not sleep at home.

She is super, worthy of the love of any guy. But very tired of my life.

“Polina,” I admit. - Night with you is the best gift for me.

Polinka smiles a compliment, kisses me on the cheek. I still smell the smell of the night together, but I know that he, the smell, is destined to fly away into a hopeless past.

- Take care of yourself, Sasha. And call. By all means.

She reached the front door, I look after her, and then I get a sharp attack of a headache. In the eyes turned black, the morning turns into night. Polina disappears, and I stay in the car - alone with her misfortune.

Who is the "P"., Who gave me boxing gloves? ...

(ending should)