in the taste of Oli. But already at the first meeting, the girl, bending along with a dull student over a book, suddenly lost her mind and froze, falling out of reality for a moment. If Igor was always fragrant with expensive toilet water, then only the smell of a clean body and something else, elusive, which caused Olga to her shame, pressed against the guy much stronger than necessary. And even after Sergey left a lot, it seemed to Olga that she feels this masculine smell in the room and on her clothes.

The next day, for the first time, the girl caught herself looking at Sergey’s strong hands, his powerful back, with rolling balls of muscles, powerful, sculpted forms of Igor, not so sharply honed. He examines and reflects on what it is like when such rude but surely strong hands touch your body, caress it ...

“Simonov, you will now burn your hole in me with your eyes,” Sergey’s voice again brought Olya back to reality. Realizing that the memories of yesterday smoothly turned into a neighbor admiring today, she blushed desperately. “This is from anger! In any case, he thinks so. I must think, well, please ... "

- I am aware that it is not Einstein, but why so straining something? - the guy also leaned back in his chair, and now their faces were separated by such an insignificant distance that Olya leaned forward - and they would bang their foreheads. Or kiss.

- And that Moray keep his word! - Olya allowed herself to get angry seriously, hoping that the anger would force out those insane and berd's desires that did not allow her to concentrate. It is strange only that, like this, in the vicinity, the guy's face no longer seemed repulsive. Rather, manly.

- So what? - Sergey shrugged his shoulders, - These seminars were given to you. Let him down as he wants. And fill up on the exam - you will achieve retake the commission. I am sure that you will pass, because you are a smart girl, even though a blonde.

“I want to write a diploma in her fifth year,” Olga forced herself to slow down and add pleading notes to her voice, “And after such“ dances with sabers ”...

- Well, I - I do not want - again indifferent shrug, - I will have another specialization. And I do not intend to hammer in the head with any unnecessary crap.

- Take off.

- Yeah, schazz, - the guy slammed the book, - Not such a great figure is our Marina Olegovna. It will be necessary - I will solve the issue at another level.

- And you don't care about me, - Olya almost hissed with anger, - Oh, you ... you ...

II natyurlich - the guy grinned - And why should I be not to spit? Let your heart friend's head ache for you. And you are not my friend, not my sister or sexual partner.

Second - and Olga tried to grab her nails into a grinning face. The second - and her hands are gently clenched by other people's palms.

- Well, you, Simonov, from hysterics complexion deteriorates! - it seems that the grin has become even wider, - Sharp how. There is no way to try to caress: well, there, promise a kiss of an unearthly and a blowjob to please. I bet you would melt my heart ...

The fury that was raging in Olga's mind suddenly became even stronger, and she easily swept away the last barriers of the mind. Yes, and these hands, easily, but surprisingly gently holding her in place ... It is just as strong as in her fantasies.

- Deal! - having blurted it out, the girl enjoyed the best spectacle in recent days: Sergey's face, on which, instead of the usual grin or indifference, an expression of immense surprise appeared. "It is necessary, and when he is stunned, such a defenseless is being done ... almost dear ..."

- Minetik - so minetik! - think about what she is doing at all, Olga herself has forbidden, - And you work out the seminar perfectly well. I did not pull you by the tongue!

- Uh ... Olga, did I accidentally put you on the dome and did not notice? - the guy shook his head, as if after a missed strike, - What are you talking about?

But Olga was already “carrying.” Somewhere in the depths of consciousness, the remnants of prudence howled in horror, but the main thing that she felt now was some kind of insane lightness.

- You - suggested, I - agreed. Or the great and terrible Volkov is not responsible for his words?

- La-a-adno, - a grin slowly returned to the guy's face, - But bear in mind, I work only on a prepaid basis. Settle for a deal ready?

Sergey let go of the girl's hands and stood up, mockingly examining Olga from the height of his height.

- Ok, joked and hwa ...

Olga slipped off the chair and gracefully knelt down. Directly in front of her face was the fly of the guy, and the girl with vengeful pleasure noticed that he was already excited. Quickly, without giving myself a moment to think, pulled down jeans along with shorts. Sergey's member was a match for him: big, fat, he was already on full alert. The thick, masculine smell that had been teasing Olya over the last few days has become almost palpable, and the desire to touch, maybe even rub his face on this powerful weapon is unbearable.

Slowly, as if in a dream, the girl raised her hand and gently held her palm over the penis. A hoarse sigh from somewhere above was the answer to affection. Ladoshka came down below and small fingers began to caress the scrotum. The girl looked up and looked expectantly at Sergey. The guy's face was stiff, like a mask, only dilated pupils and hoarse breathing betrayed the excitement he had mastered. Without waiting for the words of encouragement or refusal, Olya moved closer and ran a tongue along the scrotum, where her palm was a moment ago.

Sergey's skin had a salty, slightly spicy taste, and the girl was already more decisive, with increasing pleasure, began to lick the guy's eggs. Having played enough, I began to slowly rise up, caressing the tongue every inch of the penis, until the head appeared in front of her lips. Throwing another quick glance at Sergey's face, Olya absorbed his weapon, trying to both take the member deeper and caress it with light movements of the tongue.

Olya usually didn’t like to give pleasure with her mouth and pleased Igor in such a way only in rare cases. The guy did not insist, and the girl was sincerely grateful to him for this, not understanding how some of her friends can enjoy this kind of caress. No, everything is clear with men, but for some reason this girl ... It always has been, but not today.

Gliding her lips on the skin that was wet from her saliva, feeling that the member who had seized it with her mouth sometimes reached her throat, caressing his tongue and palms, Olya suddenly felt that today everything is different. Below her belly, the flames began to flare up, growing in spite of the fact that she did not caress herself, paying all attention only to Sergey. Everything - the smell, the salty taste of the penis on the tongue, the elastic muscles of the hips, which she could not restrain, clasped her hands, strong but gentle fingers buried in her hair, but not commanding, but only helping to find the right rhythm - it all merged into a single chorus , reinforcing arousal and giving a heady feeling of submission, and at the same time - endless power over the man entering her mouth. And when Sergey began to finish, Olya made no attempt to move away, taking sperm in her mouth, relieving the new taste with pleasure.

Feeling that the guy was completely discharged, the girl reluctantly pulled away, letting out of her mouth a stone-hard member. The insanity that had overwhelmed her slowly receded, leaving behind a strange satisfaction, shame and an approaching panic. “God, what have I done ?! What. It. At all. It was ?! ”The force was not what it was to rise, but even to look away from the floor. She, Olya Simonova, a golden girl, a friend of the most enviable handsome faculty, just gave a blowjob to a guy who, in general, does not know at all! Yes, almost finished at the same time, like some kind of whore ... If Igor finds out what he thinks ... and what does Volkov think of her now ?!

Strong arms wrapped around her shoulders and lifted to her feet. Before his eyes, Sergey's face turned out to be very close again, calm, almost indifferent."If he now seems ... anything, then I ... I ... I don't know what I will do!" But the guy just silently ... Read more →