to him.

- Sure! - He glanced over my chest and legs.

- But my young man does not think so! He preferred my friends and football!

- Bastard! How could he ?! You must have tried so hard, prepared.

- Ah, then! - I revived, turning even more. - Today I was bathing like this, rubbing my body like this ... I never did that in my life.

- How did you do it? - the driver caught his breath.

- Well, at first there was a hot shower. Then I picked up a washcloth (Here I moved closer and began to speak in a quieter voice in a languid voice). I rarely use it. I like to spread my hands on my body (I ran my hands over my chest, showing how I do it). Well, do you understand me?

- Yes. - Predatory he smiled. Apparently already presented everything.

- And then rubbing everything with a washcloth.

- Everything? - he specified.

- That's all. - I paused, - Well, except ...

- Besides what?

I showed my eyes down and rubbed my pubis with my hand.

- Why?

- There I only have my fingers (The man smiled). I take a little intimate soap. It is so slippery. Lubrication like.

- Patting yourself?

- It happens. But today did not touch.

- Why?

- I did not get angry, I decided to save everything. You know, when someone else caresses fingers or tongue - it is a different feeling.

- I know. - He with one hand straightened his pants in the groin area. I bit my lower lip. I liked this game. I wanted to raise the stakes, but the main thing is not to hurry!

- And also ... I after all so diligently shaved there.

- smooth? - He stroked my knee and removed his hand.

- Absolutely. - I put my legs, from which the fabric of the skirt ridden up to the thigh.

- Hmm ... This is necessary to check. I don’t believe anyone.

I smiled, lifted my skirt even higher, raised myself and pulled my panties down to my ankles. I knew that he was watching me, and I did it slowly. After removing the panties, I raised them on my index finger and brought them to his face. The driver took a deep breath.

- Nice smell.

- I'll give them to you. - Opening the glove box, I put them there, noticing there a couple of condoms and an opened bottle of water.

Oh, old man, just so you will not leave me!

I took the bottle, took a few large sips and, as it were, accidentally spilled on my chest. Then she took out a dry napkin and began to thoroughly wipe the jacket in the shape of the chest.

The speed of the car slowed down, I noticed in front of the column.

- Do not worry! This is a police post! - he put his hand on my knee.

- Just in time. - I was delighted and spread her legs. He was in no hurry. His eyes were fixed on the column, and his hand slowly slid up. Only he touched my lips as the cars started off. The driver started the car and drove a little ahead. The second time, he quickly reached the cherished folds and even crushed them. This game turned me on. For the third time - he managed to thrust a finger inside, and, having thrust out, brought it to his face and sniffed.

- Well you smell like, girl! - licked and moaned with pleasure. - Take off the bodice.

- You will have to help me! - I turned my back and slightly lifted the jacket on his back.

I felt it touch my skin with my callous hands. Unzipped. Not right away. I pulled the straps through short sleeves and casually threw the bra over the glove compartment, near the frontal window.

- Oh, baby! - He obviously liked it.

Once again, having muffled the engine, he ran his left hand between my legs, and then changed his mind and began to straighten the jacket on my chest, trying to put a damp cloth on the nipples and they were noticeably sticking out.

- My sweetheart. - Looked intoxicated, except that he did not let drool.

He reached out and fastened his seat belt on me, at the same time closed the door on the lock and pulled the skirt neatly back, stroking my legs.

- Let it be so for the time being.

Then it was our turn. The guard looked into the salon, checked the documents, glanced at the bra near the windshield, but said nothing, gave the documents and allowed to go.

We are off. It took less than an hour to go.The driver pretended to be busy on the road, and at every opportunity he ran his hand between my legs and stared at my chest. He planted random fellow travelers to the salon, without letting anyone in to us. Apparently these attempts seemed to him a little, because he suddenly turned to me and whispered: “Caress yourself!”

I sat down to face him, raised my left leg to the seat, and left my right foot on the floor. She lay down, pressing her shoulders against the door. She began to drive her hands on the legs, stomach, chest, then began to touch the brush.

- Enter the finger? - I asked, making a naive face.

- Yes. - He breathed intermittently, looking at the road, then to me.

I put my finger in the pussy and watched him. He was mine. I saw how difficult it is. He was shaking a little. The bump in his pants was so bulging as if it was about to explode.

The car slowed down. I saw familiar signs. We stood at the first traffic light of the city, which we drove to. He looked at me. I licked my lips and looked straight into his eyes.

- Bitch! - he exhaled, and we drove on.

- Second to enter?

- Yes. - He angrily pulled the lever, switching speed.

I moaned quietly. I was not so pleased, but I knew that it excites him. Seen how he nervously swallows saliva. We stopped again. It was the first stop, people started to go out. He, as if not noticing them, looked at me. I started to squeeze my chest with my second hand, looked shamelessly, saying: "Fuck if you can."

- Is everyone out there? - The driver looked back. - We go then.

We are off. He was focused. Apparently, it was very difficult to hold on for so long. For a second I even felt sorry for him. Stop again, he unzipped his fly and pulled out a member, stroked it. The man did not look at me directly. All in the rearview mirror. I knew that the end was soon, but I was not going to give up. She put in a third finger and started moaning louder. I didn’t care: who thinks about what in the cabin.

- And you are a good bitch! - Suddenly he said loudly.

- Great! Your seat is already wet ...

- This is nothing. I love people like you. I'll slow down here, and you go on. - He stopped the car and began to masturbate. Then he took out a handkerchief and put it to the member.

- Well done! Helped to discharge!

- Already all? - I disappointedly puffed up my lips and pulled my fingers out of the vagina.

- Well, how to tell you. - He opened the door, threw a handkerchief, took out a bottle of water and washed his hands. Then he hid the dick in his pants and looked at me. - Inconvenient in the cabin?

- Yes. - I was upset. The orgasm did not reach, the old man jerked me off. The road is over. I lowered my left leg, sat down, took a bra, deciding that it was all over and it was time to get ready.

- Do not rush. - He took me by the hand.

- What? - I looked out the window. It was not the ultimate. It was some unfinished house. In another window, old garages, - Where did you bring me?

I looked round. The salon was empty.

- Baby! - He touched my leg. - You yourself said that you would go to the end with me. Here we come!

His hand slipped and reached my pussy.

- You finished! What else do you want from me?

- But you - no. I will help. - He smiled and started rubbing my clit.

I couldn't help but moan. Yes. I wanted to be helped. Spread her legs. The man inserted two fingers at once and began to fuck.

- Like.

- Highly! Go on ..., - he smiled wickedly, pulled out his fingers and, opening his door, went out.

I watched carefully as he walked to my door, sucking on the fingers that were wetted by me. God, how excited I was! There were no thoughts in my head, only an animal desire to end. The driver opened my door.

- Come out. - I obediently brought into the fresh air, legs gave way. He opened the door to the salon. - Sit down on the edge.

I sat on the seat that was facing backwards. He was looking for something.

- Now, honey. Somewhere here was ...

- What are you looking for?

- Oh, you will like it! - He sat down at my place and began to dig in the glove compartment. - Found. Raise your hands and hold your head.

- So? - I held out my palms to him.

- Yes. Exactly what is needed. - I felt how my hands were pulled off by a rope, and he hooked the end of it somewhere, I could not straighten them.

- What are you doing?

- So the chest is more beautiful.- He came out of the cab, went into the cabin, locked the door and opened the hatch. Condoms fell on the next seat, he sat opposite, holding a bottle of water. He carefully examined me from head to foot, then opened the bottle and poured it on his chest in one motion.

- It is quite another matter. And it already dried up. - He began to knead my chest.

- Let me go!

He shook his head.

“What you drank was not just water.”

- What was it?

- The exciting elixir. I keep it handy just in case. I dissolve the pills, the taste does not distinguish, but the effect is good. In addition, you yourself sipped it.

- Not true!

“I didn’t bind your hands for fear of running away.” I just like it better. - He unbuttoned the buttons on my sweater. - You really want to continue?

I hesitated. Below the belly was going unimaginable.

- Spread the legs. - He sat on his haunches and spread his legs with force, - Let's see if you are as smooth as you said.

He moved closer and began to lick.

- Do not lie. - The driver dug into my pussy, licked, sucked, inserted tongue there. Then I inserted three fingers at once and, biting my lip, watched as I began to fidget. He smiled.

- Like?

- Yes. I want more. - I asked, feeling as soon as I finish.

He sped up, and I huddled in convulsions. The old man still held his fingers inside me, enjoying the way my muscles contract.

- Well done, girl! - He licked his fingers and crawled his chest: he pulled on his nipples, massaged. Then he moved and began to suck.

- And now, slut, I want you to insert. He untied my hands. - But first suck me. Still, I'm not young, as a teenager. Your mouth will make a miracle. I'm sure.

He began to put pressure on my shoulders, and I sat down on my knees. Then she unbuttoned his pants and pulled out a wrinkled member. Started kneading between the palms.

- Do not be shy! Take it in your mouth. Revive him.

I took a member in my mouth and began to suck it.

- Yes, well done! - he stroked my head.

Soon the member began to react and harden.

- Go on girl. Take the cheek. Oh yeah! My fairy. You please old man. Miracle, not mouth! - A condom fell to the floor. - You know what to do ...

I opened the condom and put it on the penis.

- Turn your back and bend down. - I obeyed, he began to slap me on the buttocks. - I haven’t had a young one for a long time.

He put in a member. And he started to fuck. Without overclocking, without preparation. Began to really fuck me with all my might. I was shocked by this pressure, barely holding back a scream, even bit my thumb.

- What? - out of breath, he said, - Doesn’t it like that for you? Come on, scream. There is nothing here to depict a nun!

I opened my mouth and started screaming like it wasn't me at all.

- It is for you! That's it, fucking girl!

“Still more ...” I begged when he pressed against me and froze.

“Sorry, girl, but the barrel of the tank has already fired.” - He came out of me and sat down to take a breath. - Show me how you do it yourself.

I sat on the chair and quickly rubbed the clitoris.

- Look, scout the fire! - he giggled.

I finished.

Recovering, the little man got behind the wheel and drove me home. At the exit, he handed me a business card, writing something on the back. I then decided that this was another “ticket”. And at home I read: “The water was ordinary.”