Friday - the day "H". And to "H" need to prepare. Lidka was late the next day, but she got a dress — with a cut on the back and a cut on the side. She was the queen in this dress. Only here, if these open parts are combined, then it turns out that this dress is just a piece of fabric, in which the woman is wrapped. Designers? Is it really that cool?

Of course, new stockings and panties were bought, resembling more a small lump of transparent gauze embroidered with flowers on an elastic band, and some other cosmetic products. She prepared thoroughly, making me jealous. I, in general, never so carefully prepared for seduction. He acted on the basis of the current situation, relying on his instincts and good luck, and minimal preparation of the place. And then everything is so serious - to the extent that they will eat, drink and drink their love.

Well, well, we will take part. The next evening I lingered, running into a sex shop. Looking at the dumped toys, Lidka even blushed. Only it was not clear from what - from shame, awkwardness or excitement. I did not find out, and proceeded to test the purchase. Lidka fought off first, it was necessary to wash, clean, etc., but my hands won the belt first, then took off the robe, gradually opening the shoulders, chest, the skin of which the lips tried with gentle kisses - a little perceptible touch of the lips, breathing. Lidka stood silently, breathing loudly, as if she was absorbing my breath, my desire. Only once moved. When the lips wrapped around the fold of the armpit.

- Tickle, Mishik. - She shrank, kissed my ear.

- Stop, don't move. - Hands let go of the fabric of the dressing gown, her hands dropped down, allowing the dressing gown to fall to the floor with a mound of pale peach color. Stop! She and Olga have the same color of the dressing gowns! Only now it is reached! - What are you sweetie here.

- Yes. - She recoiled, clutched at my shoulders. What are you thinking?

And she conceived to have sex on the kitchen table. We have it so strong that it can withstand our games on it. Creaks, but keeps. And Lidke, at some moments, I want it on him. Now, here, just, such a moment. Dishes from the table flew away to the sink, the towel was brushed away with invisible crumbs, and the panties lay on the chair next to it.

The woman is beautiful. Even if the face - my mother - some parts of the body are beautiful. At least in my life it was like that. A beautiful face woman is a bit of a body, not for me. That skinny Mosly, too little boy ass, boobs with a figure and so on. And if the body is beautiful, and the face is not very good or my eyes would not look at all - that is, the so-called “artist's palette” - half a bottle of vodka and a beer mug. Once, and at the behest of the artist, the female person becomes, if not beautiful, then attractive for sure. Although, some and the palette of the bottle with a mug did not help. It’s great when a woman is beautiful in both body and face. And if this all coincides with your understanding of “whether it is to your liking or not,” then everything is your half. Here, Lidka, my half. She even knows how to spread her legs in front of me, well, how I like.First, I will press my knees a little, then my knees are divorced in different directions, revealing the entrance to the mouth of the volcano, and only then, with a slight delay, feet, with extended fingers, fly in different directions, allowing my body, already exhausted from the desire to dive as deep as possible into the volcano, approach it.

The member happily dived into the warming volcano. Nothing, now let's add some heat. The table creaked, groaned, but held it. I was standing at the edge, holding her by the hips. Suddenly, Lidka, who is spinning with his pelvis, will be so carried away that he will pile up from the table? Systematically increasing the degree in the volcano, I mowed down on a toy I brought with me — such a relief member with a small head. The package assured that this is an exact copy of a member of some famous actor, or a sex symbol. It was not important to me. Like or dislike? That is the question!

She gasped, feeling the entrance to the dildo, raised herself on her elbows to watch.

- So, here. - Whether asked, whether she stated. - Strange.

- Strange? - I gently turned a hard penis in her pussy. - And what is strange?

- Mmmmmmm. “She accompanied my action with a moan.” - Your member is here, and inside ... Oh. - I introduced the toy by a quarter more. - Give me.

- BUT? - She pulled the nose, turned on its side, sticking out the right leg, grabbed my penis, pulled me.

- All you need to say! - And swallowed a member of the mouth, leaving me standing with my mouth open. Not from surprise, from pleasure. So she has not worked with a member before. I didn’t even have words, only sighing, whining. But the hand continued to enter back and forth, to twist this cast from the overseas dick. And the longer it lasted, the more she leaned on the penis. I didn't even stop to intercept the air. I finished first. Holding my hand to the back of the chair, as if not to fall from such an explosion in my head, my body hesitated, repeating the movement of the sperm waves thrown into its mouth. I was in a storm because the waves were big. At least I thought so.

- Something you have a little. - She licked her lips, picking up a drop from the edge of her lips. - Are you running out? Do not stop! - Her hand dug into my, tried to pull the toy. - Twist. Only gently.

For a few more minutes she lay on the table, drawing in herself the blows of waves of pleasure, struck by her sensations, by the relief of the penis. As a rule, we finished and then lay, resting, coming to ourselves, or someone, having finished the first, helped the second. And then, having finished, I continued to fuck her. And she enjoyed it. Her pre-orgasmic moan is special - a little quieter than usual, but deep, as if from the abdomen, after which an orgasm builds on. And now, again, this uterine groan made her body tremble. Pulling at the string, she pressed on my hand, plunging the toy almost to the end. Making a loud moan, my queen pulled the toy out of herself, opened her fist. If I had not propped up her body, trembling from the strain of an orgasm, Lidka would have slammed onto the tiled floor of the kitchen, like this dildo.

Coming down from the table with my help, Lidka shook her head.

“You don't use this thing very often with me.” - Her hair must be laid again, disheveled. - She knocks my brains out.

- Good. Why do we need competitors? - I hugged her, led into the bedroom. - We do not need competitors.

- This is not a competitor. - She lay on the bed, pulled the cover over herself. - This is the destroyer of men. After him, with one you do not want.

- And with me? - Something I did not seem to do.

- And with you. - She grinned, seeing how I stretched my face. - But for me you are more important. Therefore, with him only on major holidays.

***

On Friday, she left work early. When I crossed the threshold of the house, everything revolved around me, everything glistened, everything was kicked. I was shoved in bags with rubbish, and themselves, half-naked, wearing only panties, with a mask on their face, went to the kitchen. What to do pickles? Just a friendly get-together for the mutual seduction of two women. I wonder who will start first? Vika or Lidka? The answer will give only the evening.

- Listen.- She stood in front of me. There are no panties on it, the outlines of the wavy hair rectangle are more carefully corrected with a razor, the mask is washed off the face and it is covered with cream. And how does it smell!? M! I myself would have danced such a fragrant woman! - I think to wear these stockings. On an elastic band.

- Are there any others? - ABOUT?! Do we have a belt and silk stockings with such a soft wide stripe? - I think that ... And, you know, wear what you prefer. That does not constrain movements.

- You're right. - She hides her stockings with elastic, begins to tighten the straps on her belt. - Will you help fasten?

- And who will unbutton it? - She smiles, strokes my hair.

- Obviously not you. - Hmm. What is the question, is the answer. Inside begins to toss and turn ...