Alone again ...

Outside the window again night ...

Again in his hand a glass of tart red wine ...

The lights of the night city absorb me ... dissolve in themselves ...

Feel like something burned my face ... a tear?

I froze ... A dull pain settled in my heart. I didn't want to see anyone ... except him.

But he left ... He left without explanation: he packed a suitcase, kissed his cheek and ... everything. Now he is no longer in my life.
These lights, as I used to love them ... He often before, seeing me at the window, came up, gently whispered in my ear some love nonsense that I didn’t even listen to, because his hot lips were already kissing the neck. He pulled me to him ... I was in his captivity ... I dissolved in him.

He turned me to face him, still hugging me tightly, exposing my shoulders, covered with a silk robe. From his caress I was dizzy and my knees were weakened ... At some moment he picked up my hands and threw me like a feather on our big bed ... He kissed my chest, sucked and gently nibbled my nipples while I started beg him to stop this sweet flour. I loved it when his wide palm wandered through my body, climbing into the most hidden places. I loved his hot hands, which now caress another. I loved when he, kissing my tummy, pulled off my panties ... She loved to feel when his body gave me heat ... She loved to breathe in his tart slightly bitter smell.

I wrapped my legs around his waist ... he walked into me ... slammed his penis sharply and completely ... I could feel his head resting on the very bottom of my cave. A few deep thrusts, and he came out of me, teasing, driving my wet and hot pussy with his dick ...

He felt that I was looking for him with myself, that I did not want to wait a second more ... And he gave up ... I sat down on top of him, contracting the muscles of the vagina ...

He loved it very much and always closed his eyes and tilted his head back ...

I liked it when I was moving on top of him, and he was rising to catch my chest with his lips ...

When he did not succeed, he abruptly stopped me. Squeezing my thighs with my hands, I did some sharp jolts from below and kissed my chest, playing with my nipples. When I flexed my back, he put his hot hand on my shoulder blades, not allowing me to deviate ...

Having enjoyed his caresses, I got off him, turned my back, knelt and beckoned to myself, shaking my ass ...

He entered me from behind, still holding his hand on my back, stroking her ... A palm crawled on my hips, my ass ... sometimes he allowed himself to slap me a little, from which I screamed and gave in to meet him ...

He felt good to me ... he knew when I wanted something more ...

When I reached the brink, he always knew that some more, and I would spread a violent orgasm. At that moment he stopped, postponing the moment of the end. He kissed my back along the spine, causing a shiver. He knew that I liked it ... And again he entered me smoothly, at first letting in only the head ... Sometimes I did not hold back and moved myself to meet him ...

He took me the way we both liked ...

We ended up together. Always, as soon as my pussy began to shrink in spasms of orgasm, it began to pour into me.

Always the very first orgasm we had a common ... one for two ...
Having collapsed on the bed, we rested for a few minutes ...

And then he picked me up and carried me to the bathroom ...

Putting me in the shower, he washed my tummy and back ...

From his glance I understood that he wants me here and now ...

Stretched to him, and he again began to kiss my body ...

I caught the lips of warm water droplets that fell on top of us ...

Everything was as if in some delirium ...

I did not notice how I already rested my hands on the tile, sagged and met his member.

And he moved in me passionately and passionately, as if we had not had sex for a long time. And I quickly finished, shouting his name ...

But he did not stop ...

I felt that he was beginning to tremble, that the member seemed to be getting bigger. So, he will soon finish ...

And I turned to him ...

Water still ran down our bodies ...

I knelt down and kissed his head. I took her in my mouth, drew circles with my tongue ... My hand was massaging his testicles ... I changed the pace: now accelerating, then slowing down ...

When his excitement reached the limit, he laid his hand on my head and already controlled me, sometimes forcing him to swallow his penis so deeply that he did not have enough breath.

When he finished, I drank his sperm ... she was sweet ... and hot ... I licked every last bit of it ...

Then he raised me by the shoulders and for a long time - I kissed my lips for a long time ...

In the end, we just had a shower ...

Wearing warm bathrobes, we went to the kitchen ...

He uncorked a bottle of wine, poured it into glasses ...

And I took the same glass of red wine wine ...

Saw, admiring the night city ... Smiled, knowing that he was standing behind me with the same glass in his hand ...

I was well ... I was happy ... then ... in his arms ...

And now around only cold and emptiness ...

And my memories of him, beloved, but so distant and already alien ...