- Are you really a minx?

It is difficult to answer such a question. Yes and no. Yes - because I'm a girl without prejudice. I love to live so that the days are remembered for a long time. To create madness, to be mad and reckless. To live by desire, not by head. Do not think about what will happen if I am caught, and instead focus on how it will be good and unforgettable.

On the other hand, no. Because for some reason, the word "libertine" is considered something of a synonym for "whore." And I'm not ready to go under absolutely any man. I have some standards that I strictly adhere to. And believe me - I always have a choice. With whom, when and where to fuck - I choose myself.

But perhaps it will be much easier to explain with the help of another story.

It was last summer. I just broke up with another boyfriend and wanted something unusual before diving into the familiar world of relationships again. I wanted a bright, unforgettable adventure. And I got it.

Outside there was fierce heat. I didn’t want to get out of the cool shadow, but, on the other hand, I wanted to lose even less these wonderful summer days. After all, each of them could be made unforgettable!

While still at home, I made up - very much summed up my eyes and eyelashes, which is why my eyes began to have a really magical effect, drawing the eyes of others towards me. She took her hair in two tails a la "tinka". A short summer dress in a green shade that blends in well with the hair. And shoes on a low platform.

For my purposes, it was almost perfect outfit. But still something was missing. I pulled a weighty butt plug with a red stone, stylized as a gem, at the end from the shelf of “toys”. Quite a bit of effort and this weighty weight came into my ass to the accompaniment of a light moan.

I made a few dance moves, feeling every part of my body a disturbing perception of weight. Ass habitually squeezed a thin leg, not releasing the cork from his captivity. My crack was a little wet from the excitement that covered me, anticipating a quick adventure.

I pulled on bright red panties and left the apartment. During the short road to the bus stop, I was pretty excited. People came towards, most of whom did not even look in my direction. For them, I'm just an ordinary young girl, going about his business.

I enjoyed my own profligacy. Revel in the weight of the anal plug, starting up even more at the thought of what all these people would think of me if they suddenly found out my little secret.

Mentally, I bathed in insulting remarks. "Whore! Damn! Slut! Quite young people dissolved! ”- I imagined the reaction of people oncoming. By the time I got to the bus stop, the nipples were already hard and the bodice cups sewn into the dress could not completely hide it.

So, the guy who came up was not such a surprise for me.

“Hi,” he smiled. I, however, noticed how his eyes quickly bummed down, in the blink of an eye after examining the figure. - My name is Vadim.

I just smiled back, appreciating him. There were muscles in his arms, but on the whole the guy was thin, moreover, rather low, only a little taller than me. But in the eye was read confidence. There was no fear when he looked into my eyes.

And in the end, it was this confidence in the eyes that made me take the risk. Vadim was not one of those guys I usually meet. Thin, short, not too strong or strong.And the fact that he was waiting for the bus was not in his favor - my boys usually ride me in their cars.

But, on the other hand, Vadim gave the impression of a risk taker. And that's why I left him my phone number. Although, frankly, a cork in the ass kept me on a strong platoon, painting the world in scarlet shades of passion.

I quickly drove my number into his phone and then the bus arrived. I glanced over at the stops and decided that this route was suitable for me - the bus was on its way to the opposite part of the city, which more than suited me.

I sat on the back platform, near the window. The bus shook the Russian roads from time to time, and every similar time affected my excitement - from every mound, the cork crawled inside my ass, inflaming me with unexpected jolts.

The road took about half an hour and by that time my panties were already wet through. My pussy was dripping with juice. Besides, I could not resist and played a little with her along the road, taking advantage of the fact that the entire lower part of my body was securely hidden by the seat in front. So now the thin fabric lay exactly between my moisture-covered sponges, making my piquant contribution to my mood.

I wanted to get horny. I wanted to bring myself to this state. I wanted to walk down the street, slap myself on the bottom. Anything to get more passionate excitement. Because for me, such debauchery replaced the dose of alcohol, and today I wanted to be a little crazier than usual.

So I circled around a completely unfamiliar area, built up with tall buildings and simply indulged in insane pranks. I lifted up my skirt when no one saw it, masturbated on the bench, looking through the fence at the kids chasing the ball. I made some risky pictures, exposing my chest and lowering my panties.

Just caught the buzz, walking on the border of decency. Regularly stepping over it, but so that no one noticed.

And only after an hour of such madness, I decided that my tower was broken enough for the main course of today's entertainment. I got out of the houses to the nearest road and went along it, lingering at the stops for a couple of minutes.

I sought out my main dish, discarding the possibilities one by one. Too thin, too young, too old - I ruthlessly rejected the candidates. I was looking for an absolutely specific type of people and at the third stop I was finally lucky.

Two waited for the bus. The girl of my age and the mighty guy with the figure of an athlete under the age of thirty. They stood a little apart - the guy kept ahead, looking around the neighborhood with a bored look, waiting for the right route, while the girl stood two steps behind, continually glancing at her phone - she was late to see somewhere.

I didn't care for her. I was only interested in the guy. Short black hair, brick face, strong arms. Neither the shirt nor the pants could hide the pumped-up figure.

I did not wait long and lose the opportunity. The guy was more than suitable for my purposes and I was not going to miss him just because he hesitated too long.

I got up ten steps ahead of him and, smiling slyly, clutched at him with my eyes. The guy did not notice my eyes right away, but he barely noticed how he was able to tear himself away with difficulty. He glanced around again and looked at me again.

I still buravila his lustful gaze. The man shivered slightly, looked around, checking if I was looking at him exactly. I, having waited for his eyes to come back to me again, ran my hands under the dress and slowly pulled off her panties for show, gently and slowly dragging them first from one shoe, and then from the second.

The girl who was standing there, just like the guy, could not take her eyes off me. But only if the guy’s look was simply dumbfounded, then the girl opened her mouth in surprise, hardly believing her eyes.

I just smiled even more when I saw her reaction out of the corner of my eye. Oh, these shy girls ... never understood them and did not seek to understand.If you want to find yourself a good fucker - so show a little madness, and do not stand with a pillar waiting for the prince to fall from the sky!

I carefully aimed and threw my panties guy.

We must pay tribute to him - caught on the fly. The eyebrow rose in surprise - must have felt the moisture on the scarlet cloth.

I turned and slowly walked to the nearest ...