- And my ex-boyfriend loves to watch my sex with my men.

Here is a revelation from my girlfriend !!! And I literally on the eve of such a revelation of my girlfriend planned to part with her. To me, she had already seen, well, like a gray lover. I can’t say that I didn’t like it ... I just felt it with my gut that I’m going with it on a schedule that I couldn’t stand.

But to refuse her all the same, well, I can not. Sex is the strongest drug. Here I see her, and overcoming the aches in the eggs, postpone the recognition that they say I am leaving you.

Of course, she always appears in new clothes, brooches, beads. Well, I, as a gentleman, must say a few words about her amazing beauty. And how after that to speak to the blossoming woman of muck? So it turns out that on the contrary, more and more and more often we confessed love to each other. And the separation is all delayed and delayed.

And our sex did not fade, but everything was built up and built up in its frequency and unusual finds. And she needs more and more. She once confessed that her past lover was exhausted from her loving. In communicating with me, she also confessed to me that she was afraid to admit to a good fucker, that she needed far more than even a super-good lover would like from her.

- But I'm not a whore. There is no whore. I want to be as loved as any girl.

From such a phrase of my mistress, I lost the spirit of tying this long-running affair with her. By this time, we had met with her for a month already. And met almost daily.

Even at the first meetings, she told me about one or another of their sexual adventures. And as a rule, these stories went through an hour and a half - an hour after our own stormy and long sex ended.

At first I thought that the girl just loves to chat. At that time I didn’t even guess that this was essentially a stimulating game. And a way to provoke me. And to give me rest to give is not intrusive to re-excite me for new sexual exploits.

She in these stories did not mention any names, or time, and place-estates. But in details and nuances she spoke about love-words, about emotions, about clothes, about the weather, about signs, before inscriptions and other female trifles. What did not create any work for me to figure out for myself who, when and how many times I fucked her, well, “like her friend”. And oh Lord! Why, did it also flow out that someone fucks her in parallel with me ?! I had the sense - not to make this guess ...

I would be extremely tactless, well, if I began to clarify and reveal the specifics in her stories. And therefore he succumbed to her OVERALL, most fundamental postulate - to listen to the story, to get aroused, in a new way, and now they rushed through new stormy hours of love.

She never repeated. She seemed to be inventing. But-but-but this or that reality every time in this romantic babble betrayed this or that coincidence with its everyday reality.

And that the peasants need - a little mentally to double-check the testimony - and ohrenet - this is the real Santa Barbara. And besides - porn option. And a little later in our gatherings-after-sex even began to appear pictures. Fuck ...She knew how to keep me “from escaping”. And, shit, she knew how to raise my fighter for “second breath”, “second round of sex”, “second front”.

If her subsequent stories would have been told at the first meetings - then I had an unequivocal opinion - In, damn! This is a whore, re-fucking! But her very first stories were "very innocent." This is not a scandal, such a real reddening of her cheeks, from the shame she really feels now, they say, and what is it about here that “SUCH tells”?

No artistry. I apparently was a very grateful listener. And these subsequent sexual exploits were my sincere acts of gratitude for her bold revelations. But when this one followed with a punching phrase:

- And my ex-boyfriend loves to watch my sex with my men.

Here I lost my voice. Purely instinctively, I tried to cover both her breasts and her pussy with gestures, and I also grouped myself. Apparently, my subconscious mind suggested that we "are" under the cameras.

“The cameras really stand, but not here.” And at my work.

At the same time, she herself spread her legs wider. And niggly, pointedly kissed my dick. Well, they say there are no cameras, no drift.

As I understand it - she was talking about the back room. About her cozy back room in Euroset, where she worked. And as I understood from her previous revelation stories, the big most frequent events took place there ...

- Wouldn't it be more interesting for you to bring me there first? And then make me a surprise. A pier and cameras stand here and introduce me to your ex-boyfriend. Former who is watching you as you shake with different men?

- Yes, that's exactly what I had with different men. And even so it was that all of them never knew and would not know that I was fucking with them under the “looks of my ex-husband”.

- What are these privileges for me? What do you warn me in advance?

- I hope you will forgive me in advance and marry ...

At the same time she looked so deep into my eyes !!! Oh God, that at some moment I felt that she enters my soul right through my eyes with these words and this look.

Yeah, what a man doesn’t agree with, when it’s not even three minutes since I sank my sperm into the depths of her vagina. I let go, and she loads my brain "about marriage and about, that she poses for sex in front of the cameras" ?! Well, is it ohrenet? I would not believe in life that women are capable of such ...

And it should be noted that I also listened to it with a member in her pussy. Yes, and the very communication on this topic, we proceeded without removing my member from her vagina.

Just like a lightning bolt in my brain, I turned on the toggle switch: “My whore, through the pulsation of my weakening member, now reads information into my vagina, how I feel about her ... Yes, this is a LIE detector !!!”

In order not to offend my mistress in anything, I gathered all my will into a fist. What for? Well, why? I thought about restoring an erection. Well, right in the pussy. Wow. I thought about it ... And at the level of autogenic training, he immediately cut into the brain the MOST HIDDEN PORN scenes. Imaginary scenes that could super-excite me.

Fuck, did I need such extreme violence on my own psyche? But I really managed to create a miracle and my dick began to swell again. As if it covers a new erection.

And there is. My mistress was ready for the fact that I was “scalded by this OPEN sentence”. She talked about marriage and held me tight with both hands. Perhaps she was ready for the fact that I would pull a member out of her pussy and immediately get dressed and leave ... And she would not keep me with her grip ... But instead of this, I essentially started a new fucking with her down ...

- I love you so much!!! More than anything, my Ilka !!!

At the same time, her whole body trembled with delight. She podmahivala and shone with happiness that I did not get away from her words. Yes, women! ABOUT! You are masters in creating MENTAL traps for men.

And me, what? Every time I am delighted with the fact that it is "one", then "other."But now this woman seeks to use her ability to manipulate the male mind? Every time I am grateful to God that I am still in demand ... And oh God, I still remain the desired object of manipulation ...

One way or another, we were at work a couple of days later. One thing - we are two lovers, sex-obsessed young couple. But another thing is that she is about to reveal her secret to me. And she warned me about this secret in advance. And maybe something because of this will destroy our union with her. Union nymphomaniac and tantrist.

Now I really understood that for the whole month of our sex marathon, it turns out ...