to my groin, feeling with pleasure how she swallows the sperm, extracts the droplets with a neat suction, then seeing that I do not let go of her hair, does not make any attempts to free herself and resignedly lies with a member that is losing hardness in the mouth.

I let go of my hair, I wait for an embarrassedly pleased smile of a woman who has finished in my mouth, stroking my shoulder, sending a nod to the bathroom. I really want to smoke, take a puff after a puff, the cigarette almost became a stub when she comes back from the bathroom and lights her own, thin and long.

We are talking. We recall the student years, and the events that took place at that time. We recall the films and books of those years, the speakers of election rallies and irremovable politicians on the Olympus of power, sunk into oblivion, high-profile exhibitions and booed performances. It turns out an amazing thing. We read the same books and magazines, we went to the same performances and concerts, we walked boring couples reading in the public library, even our favorite walking places in the huge city were the same. We had to meet a hundred times at that time, feeling a spiritual kinship, had to love each other and get married, my whole track would go completely different and especially her life, I would not leave the Motherland, she would not become a prostitute, no machinations with her parental home, I would not be allowed to do, in general, a lot of things can be assumed with the preposition "if" and the particle "would".

The room was filmed at 4 pm, from 8 pm to midnight. In addition to conversations on cultural and intimate topics, we had 2 more sessions of oral sex. The second blowjob Anna spent leisurely, long, measured. Sometimes it seemed to me that I would fall asleep in vexation, defiled by her caresses, as a careless holidaymaker falls asleep on the beach; sometimes she seemed to fall asleep, but she continued to make measured, monotonous movements of the head up and down, up and down. I want to clarify that the comparison with the dream here is not in a negative context, but in the most positive: that is, peace, tranquility, bliss. By that time I had already explained my peculiarities to her at the end, and Anna perfectly caught them, there was no need to take her head and control. “Stop” at the time of the first spray, then “come on” - intensive work with the mouth and giving out sperm with tightly clenched fingers.

During the third session, we fucked each other. How? - you will be surprised. How was it fucked if I didn’t agree to anal, I refused vaginal with prezik during menstruation, I continue to insist on my heterosexuality and deny straponing for me from the female side? If there were hidden cameras in that hotel, then they would have captured very compromising images. A man standing with cancer with an extremely bulging hairy ass, he himself is pushing his buttocks in full readiness to invade the gates of hell. But he invaded my anus Anin language. She licked me awesomely, and managed for quite a long time to imitate fucking, sticking and taking out her tongue. I tried it with my finger, but the structures of the finger and tongue are radically different, and having understood that it is unpleasant for me to tolerate more than one phalanx, I found the best use for pens, jerking a protruding penis. Then she turned over, slipped her head between my legs, and I pounded her in the mouth, practically without changing my posture with cancer, and I took the dick completely, the eggs plopped on my chin, and with her own hands, not only did she slow down, but even squeezed push as deep as possible.

When I finished her throat, I might even have passed out for a few seconds from an unprecedented high, because I don’t remember how she freed herself from her penis grab, went to the bathroom and came, I remember her gentle slap on my bum, kiss on the cheek ( I was lying on my side in the fetal position) and whispering: “it is already ten minutes to twelve, will you prolong it?”.

I extended the number until the morning, but it was already clear for sleeping. Neither for sex nor for conversations I was no longer fit. He paid off Anna, having noticed that she, contrary to the custom of prostitutes, takes money not at once, but in the end. He even told her something in this regard, to which she grinned (like, don't teach your grandfather to cough) and replied that if there are any doubts about creditworthiness, she demands money in advance, and normal men never refuse to pay.
“If you cann’t give the money away, don’t give it away,” she suggested half-ironically.
Apparently, thinking that I had some difficulties with finances, since I started the subject of money, I tried to give back, citing the fact that I still did not have a vagina, but I was already reluctant to argue and prove that such a yelling was a hundred times better for me vaginal, I dreamed of turning off the light, blinking into bed and going out until the morning, said, okay, this is for you by taxi.

It seems we did not even kiss goodbye. I made the extension on the phone, she sent me a kiss, standing completely dressed in the hallway, turned off the light there, and slammed the door behind her. It was a good day, it was a good woman, and now sleep, sleep, sleep ...

These were my acquaintance and the first meeting with Anna, about a year before the two weeks in the title. When these two weeks came, though I saw her earlier than with Galya and Marina, but sex was later, again on the eve of the day of departure, therefore I will tell about this sex after I tell about the other two women, so different and so good.