Veronika Andreevna opened the door and for a moment was speechless. Before her stood a young Negro, and not just a dark mulatto, but a guy with black as pitch skin.

- Are you renting a room? - in a bad broken Russian asked a black man and he smiled broadly with a snow-white smile of thirty-two teeth.

- Y ... yes! - squeezed Veronika Alexandrovna, with difficulty coming to himself. - Yes, I rent a room, come on ... those!

The young man resolutely stepped inside the room, and the woman, passing the guest, gave his figure a carnivorous look.

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Here you need to make a small digression, maybe it will seem boring to someone, because this is a typical story of a lonely woman and you can safely skip these few paragraphs.

Veronika Andreevna - a single woman under fifty years old, as they say, forty-five - a woman is a berry again. But her passport age does not coincide with her appearance, much less with her internal sensations. In appearance, she did not look at her age, only, peering intently, small wrinkles on her face could tell, she had not been a girl for a long time. And so she had a slender, taut figure that allows you to wear a mini, slender legs with a neat, rounded ass. Her full breasts of the third size slightly hung down, but Veronika Andreevna skillfully selected comfortable supporting bras, and immodest neckline always caught the eye of men. Her hair was wavy and she either collected them in a ponytail, or they fell on her shoulders with a chaotic waterfall. She was not painted in bright colors, but her face always looked fresh and attractive. Character cheerful, brisk could never sit still. Once at the club she was not given the entire evening to the passage of youngsters. But, nevertheless, she was lonely!

Yes, in her life there was a husband who tragically died and for whom she was long in mourning, did not want to live, not that new relationship. But children did not let them fall into complete depression. She moved away from the loss, but a serious and long-term relationship did not develop. No, of course, she later had many men, but somehow fleetingly is not serious. One period, she could even sleep with anyone who offers her. It gave a release, an exit to emotions, but everything was not that. The children knew nothing about her adventures, she did it covertly and not recklessly, as her friend Lenka did, although she was married, she saw and thrashed with everyone, and her husband and children were aware of it. They quarreled, but did not part, and how they lived, and most importantly why, Veronika Andreevna did not understand. She skillfully hid her intimate life, even from a friend. And then the children grew up, the son went to America, the daughter married a military man and moved to another city. More precisely in the voyage to the cities. And somehow imperceptibly for herself, Veronika Andreevna realized that she was left alone in a large three-room apartment. In the evenings, looking after a shower in the mirror, at her still-gorgeous body, she understood that old age was quietly approaching her. Such a beautiful flower will soon wither, and in fact how much more you want to be in time, before old age fully takes her into her arms.

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Veronika Andreevna enthusiastically and enthusiastically showed the room she was going to rent, the bathroom, the kitchen. The black guy walked confidently with the landlady, smiling, nodding and muttering: “Kharasho! Vary good! ". And the woman had only one thought in her head: “Why did I wear this damned robe! It was impossible to wear anything more sexy? ”Looking at the glimpse of the mirror, she managed to appreciate her old worn out bathrobe. I had to correct the situation by sneaking up the top button. And Veronika suddenly began to notice that the guy's eyes were increasingly lingering on her neckline, and the snow-white smile became even wider.

- Okay! Your room is good! - And the negro raised his thumb up. How much money do you want?

Veronika Andreevna, quickly figured from the original price she was going to offer to any pimply student, and threw ten percent. The guy nodded, said he was going to pick up things and that he would arrive in about two hours.

When the door behind the little black woman closed, the woman rushed headlong toward the large mirror. The ill-dressed robe and bra fell to her feet. She meticulously began to consider her reflection. The chest dropped slightly, but still had a round shape and was resilient. She began to squeeze and lightly stroke her boobs. Nipples instantly hardened. One hand went down below and now the woman was already crushing her tummy, muttering under her breath that she had grown fat. Rough movements were replaced by more gentle. And soon, Veronica did not have time to come to her senses, as the panties slid down easily to the robe, and her fingers were on the clitoris. She breathed heavily, squeezed her free hand and lifted up her chest, tongue reached for the nipple. How did she miss the caresses of men. The finger quickly and accurately caressed the pea of ​​the clitoris and the voluptuous wave of desire in the lower abdomen grew stronger and stronger. She suddenly distinctly imagined how this negro with such fancy pigtails, bent her with cancer and fucks her powerful member right here in the corridor, in front of this dresser. Bright and stormy orgasm overtook Veronica unexpectedly.

The languid breath developed into a quiet squeal, began to shake and began to weaken the legs. She, exhausted collapsed on the poof. In the mirror, she was not looked at by a strict woman, who meticulously examined her body, but by a flushed, shameless woman with her legs spread wide apart. From the brightly opened red pussy bud oozed a trickle of her love nectar. The orgasm, although it was bright, did not bring the desired satisfaction, I wanted to continue. I wanted to enjoy this wild fantasy with a young black youth. She raked her clothes and put them in the trash. She had long wanted to get rid of this dressing gown, and her panties were ordinary and also far from new. Now she will only wear sexy outfits and only sexy lace lingerie. No matter what, you need to seduce a young guy. The desire did not recede, but only grew from a bold decision, and the thought that in a couple of hours she would see him again only added fuel to the fire. The woman went to the linen closet and removed a video cassette in a worn-out case from a cache. She turned on the video player, rewound a little and stopped at one of her favorite stories. On the screen, a muscular ebony with a member of the size, which offhand was more than twenty centimeter ruler and so thick that when she watched this movie for the first time a woman, it seemed that he was not real. She thought that such trunks do not exist. I wonder what is the term of her guest? Desire intensified. Veronica returned to the closet with linen and removed an artificial member from the cache. The vibrator was elastic, flexible, with a relief head and swollen veins. The toy was very similar to a living male organ, it is a pity that it is not black.

Without thinking twice, the woman lounged in the chair and introduced the vibrator into her womb. For a moment she thought it was not a rubber substitute, but her lodger entered it. She opened her eyes and looked at the screen. Blonde full sucked and tried to completely swallow her partner's club. She choked, tears poured from her eyes in a hail, but she did not succeed. And then she began to frantically move her head, polishing the black ebonite barrel with her swollen lips. The owner of the member grabbed the woman for a shock of hair and tried to plant this slut deeper into his stake. Veronica took the "dick" out of her squishing pussy and confidently sent it to her mouth. Before that, she never sucked her toy and certainly did not taste herself. It was a rush of passion, in the growing desire she lost control of the brakes.Veronika Andreevna repeated the movements of the actress, feeling as the “member” each time sank deeper and deeper. She proudly realized that she conquered this eighteen centimeter phallus. She swallowed it up to the very balls, so that the head rested against the glands. Immediately the breath caught, a tear rolled down the cheek, but strangely enough the excitement from it only intensified.

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