While she was undressing, I quickly ran into the shower, greatly amazed by my act my mistress. She was at a loss from my practicality. However, crouching on our bed, she began to look, perhaps, at her future abode of residence.

“The curtains need to be changed,” said my woman, going up to the window, “this is just absurd and absurd.” They do not fit the interior at all.

- And the furniture! Oh my God! Well, this is no good, - looking around my room for the time being, she said, frowning, - what kind of a box is this? - having noticed a strange box standing in the very corner of the room, my passion was surprised, - hmm, I must look. I will take a look at one eye, ”continued the conversation with an intelligent man named Rosalind, my girlfriend,“ what if the skeleton of Albert’s ancestor was hidden there? ”

In the drawer, as you can guess, my dear readers, the doll, with which I was engaged in my self-satisfaction before meeting Rosalind.

- And who are you? - Rosie was surprised, - and what are you doing here?

It was at that moment that I got out of the shower and stood in the doorway.

Suddenly, the Doll spoke. Her voice seemed a bit like Rosin, but he was lower and sounded a bit muffled. Looking closer, I noted that when the Doll responded, the woman’s lips did not move. Talking doll? Of course, I did not believe in it, but I was wondering what she would say to Rosalind.

“I am his first lover,” said the Doll, “I was long before you.” Pull yourself hope, woman, that he will exchange me for you. Soon his passion will end and he will return to me. And you will remain heartbroken and full of tears.

“Even if you are right and everything will happen, it’s not yet known who will be heartbroken and tearful,” Rosalind grinned, “but explain to me why you are better than me to exchange the warm and tasty Rosie for the product from plastic?

- First, I am not made of plastic, - the Doll was offended, - but of synthetic polymers. Secondly, I am always ready for love. I have no critical days. I don't have to give flowers. I do not eat and do not drink, everything suits me in this apartment: curtains, furniture and interior. Besides, I am not a brawler and will never ask a loved one for a fur coat or a trip to a resort. And what can you say your justification?

- Here's another! - Rosa got angry, - I am not going to make excuses in front of the Doll. By the way, I earn enough to myself to buy a fur coat. And on critical days, I can deliver oral pleasure to my beloved or maybe ... well, no, I'm not ready yet, - the woman still justified herself, - but as for the situation, I just thought that it would look better.

- What about the scandals? You can’t live without women so that you can not quarrel at least once a week? The doll asked.

“Monotony bothers,” the woman replied, “but he cannot go to the cinema, to the dance, to the theater, or just to visit.”

“I admit this is your only argument against me,” said the Doll, “with this, I believe, our conversation is over.” Lock the door on the other side.

Rose closed the door and abruptly turned around to see me standing on the threshold of the room.

- You podluuuushival! - Slyly narrowed her beautiful eyes, she stretched.

“Not at all,” the really eavesdropping answered, “I just turned out to be an unwitting witness to your conversation and was embarrassed to interrupt him.” I have long understood one truth for myself ...

- Which one? - Asked my sweetheart, coming to me, while I was going to meet her, and taking my dick in her affectionate foot.

We stood in the middle for now my room. I laid my dany on her hot breasts, and playing with her trembling nipples, said:

- When women tear a man apart, this man is better not to go, otherwise he will be torn like a newspaper.

“Right,” Rosie confirmed.

She threw my hands off her chest and clung to me, merging in an embrace of love.

Favorite began to play around my cock near her slits, describing them to uncomplicated circles and barely touching the head of hot sponges.

Something found on me, yielding to a momentary impulse or impulse, I grabbed Rosie for a sweet ass, lifted and planted her trembling, frustrating for a long time juice on his fighter. He happily slipped into a hot and cozy mink. The mistress grabbed me by the shoulders, wrapped my legs around my body and happily strung on my cock. She was delighted.

- How strong you are! - My woman was delighted and added: - I after all, it seems, I weigh a lot? - leaped into her her complex.

“You're as light as a feather,” I lied and shook her a little, friccinating at the same time.

Of course, I was a little cunning. It was very difficult to make love with her in the present situation, but to walk from a dozen steps to the love bed was not difficult for me. What I did, playing her ass, then lifting, then releasing. She was not a doll, but a pleasant woman in all respects who helped me, lifting myself up, squeezing off my shoulders and using my legs that were pumped up on fitness. But from the outside it looked like I was pulling on a piece of fluff with the help of my own hands. I understood that she had a lot of complexes because of her body, and my main task was to smash them, like a faulty device against the wall. “Men are not dogs, they don’t rush to the bones,” I suddenly remembered the stupid saying, putting my warm and soft woman on the love bed. I sat on her and was glad that it was mine now, and I could stroke and kiss her wherever I wanted. Touch and even pinch. And maybe, smack palm on the pope. In short, to love her, and she me ...

Suddenly, the alarm-mobile phone went off, so loud that we almost stuck together in surprise. I jumped off my woman and wanted to shy away from an innocent device in a fit of anger against the wall ... but I pressed the cancel button, carefully put it in my native place and returned to my joy. Rosie laughed hysterically, pressing her palms to her cheeks.

“I almost got caught up in surprise,” she admitted, “but you know what, I want from above.”

From above - so from above. I lay on my back next to her. Rosie threw her sturdy leg through my frail body, and grabbing my soft little thing in her sweet hand, deftly inserted it into her heavily oozy vagina. Love you know. She is able to work wonders.

The miracle was not long in coming, my warrior perked up, hardened and hardened, ready for feats of arms. Rosalind laughed happily and lifted herself up without fear of losing the sweet object that had visited her love chambers. Then she slumped, gasping at the same time. A wonderful review opened before me. I first saw a woman so close in front of me, making love. The delight of owning a man was reflected on her face. She then threw back her head, sighing languidly and covering her eyelids, then looked me straight in the eye, as if to say: “Well, that loved one. I fuck you, not you me. Like!?".

I liked it. And how. I grabbed her by the elastic ass and just holding on to her, gently stroking, but not helping her at all. What for? Her strong, trained legs easily lifted up her beautiful body up and down. In addition, she played with her pelvis, sometimes dancing only the dance of love known to her. I saw a lot of videos on the Internet called: "Woman on top." But none of them could be compared with what my Rose had done. She did not play a role in front of the lens and was not a porn actress. My love simply surrendered to love completely and without reserve, giving most of it to her beloved. Sometimes her face was distorted as if in a grimace of pain. Although in reality it was a reflection of pleasure. Sometimes Rosalind opened her carmine mouth and, throwing her head back, rolled her eyes, shaking her luxurious hair. So it's love.

I did not surrender to pleasure, although I was pleased. I admired the body of my woman, her ...