Kisses her around the lips, on the inside, so gentle, side of the thighs. It only means touching her tender parts, teasing her and inflaming her desire. Finally, the first kiss, the first touch on her lips wet from moisture, not yet revealed to him! His tongue slides around, crushing them, shamelessly playing with them. Here the tip of the tongue penetrates between them, touching the clitoris, and immediately retracts. Anya moans! She shyly puts his hands on his head, shamefully dying away from her shameless gesture. Encouraging her, he again touches the clitoris, penetrating his tongue into the crack. Now he is not shy. His tongue slides along the wet folds, reaching the hole and returning back to the clitoris. Slender girlish hands are pressed against his nape, pressing him there, there and only where the source of pleasure is hidden! He grabs the clitoris button with his lips, clenching and unclenching them, causing the girl to moan in full voice. Having parted his lips, he lets go of him in order to immediately begin to caress him, quickly, quickly touching his tongue. This she can not stand. A wave of orgasm rolls on it, taking with it! She strains with her whole body, and screams, screams from overwhelming sensations! Then, exhaustedly falls on the bed.

Cyril does not let her go. Throwing off his clothes, lies next to him, continuing to caress her, with his hands, lips. She, having a little breath, draws his head to herself, demanding a kiss. His rearing cock touches the tender belly of the girl. Anya freezes for a second, moving away a little. Looking sideways, whispers:

- Cyril, let's not. Sorry. Nothing like that, you do not think. I just once told my mother that I wouldn't be until twenty. I know this is stupid. Sorry.

And tensely stops, waiting for a response.

- Do not worry, think of something. For example, a bumblebee in a rose bud.

- What is it?

- You will see.

He takes Anya by the legs and lifts them up, crossing them. The ass comes off the sheets. Her whole body is in the air, only the shoulder blades rest on the bed. Kneeling, easily pushes a member between her close thighs - a member easily slides along a wet slit. Now a member of the compressed hips girl. Restraining, trying not to rush, Cyril begins to move him forward, backward, pushing his lips with tender lips. Faster and faster, again exciting the girl. She then quietly groans, then sobs with every movement. Cyril throws her legs on his shoulders, takes her by the hips and accelerates. Now Anya is bent in this position, starting to moan, gasping, convulsively clutching the sheet in her fists. Yes, he himself is not his excitement, unbearable desire, maddening. But he lacks her body! I want her to be around his member, I want her all!

Cyril stops for a moment, takes her hand, and puts it so that each time, when moving forward, the member slid into her small palm. Anya meekly fulfills the desire of a lover, hardly thinking, and wanting only one thing - to surrender to the powerful, all-consuming pressure of pleasure. And Cyril is moving faster and faster, pulling the narrow girl's body on the penis, pushing it on himself. He himself wheezes from the pleasure, hearing the groans of his lover's orgasm, and suddenly, he makes a particularly sharp movement forward and freezes. Three strong streams of sperm, trying to pierce a thin layer of latex, hit the palm of the girl. From the pleasure of Cyril makes a short moan and freezes. All he has dried up! Relaxed, he falls on his stomach next to his mistress. She, like him, unable to move, freezes without movement, and only after a few long minutes she moves closer to him, pressing herself tightly, and wraps her arm around her, hugging her.

- You know, I have some strange feeling. As if I weigh nothing. Such lightness throughout the body.And you stop, at some point, I completely lost my head. You could do whatever you wanted with me. But I'm not scared, can you imagine?

Cyril turned over on his back, smiled happily, and grabbed his mistress in his arms, threw it at himself.

- You're not the only one. I feel the same way. Maybe more champagne?

- BUT! - she waved recklessly. - Come on.

They drank sparkling and chatted about everything in the world lounging on a crushed bed. Paradox, but nothing meaningful chatter made them closer than many tender words and oaths. Of course, the conversation, even though the most interesting did not prevent Cyril from admiring naked Anya and wishing again and again to have a thin elastic body, to hear her moans, to feel how she gave herself to him completely, without a trace. Several times he had already stretched his arm to attract her to himself, to turn him backwards, but he stopped, feeling that she was determined to just roll and chat.

Suddenly Anya looked at her watch and was alarmed.

- Pancake! Soon the mother will come, and I promised her to get out. I'll run okay?

Catching her panties out of bed, she looked around in bewilderment.

- And where is my dress you do not know?

- Maybe in the hallway? I don’t remember him in the hall, - Kirill smiled.

Anya oyknula and ran into the corridor. While he was stretching his shorts, she was already dressed. This is the speed! Cyril caught her already in the corridor - she was busy with the lock, not immediately realizing where to turn the handle. I had to come to the rescue. A little worried, he asked.

- Maybe tomorrow we meet?

But Anya shook her head regretfully.

- No, just two days later. I work in the “K * Mall”. Got a summer job. Two after two, - she shook her hands in surprise. - So much chatting, but I didn't tell you about the work. Well, okay, I ran. I'll pick you up later, or I'll text you. Okay? - she smacked him on the cheek. - Sorry, I really need to. And then I would have stayed. Fair. Well, what, bye?

“Bye,” he opened the door, releasing the most amazing girl in his life.

Strange, but in two days they exchanged just a dozen SMS on duty. She, it turns out, did not like to write sms, messages, and call every hour. Valuable quality. But Kirill frankly missed. To see her, to be with her a bit, he offered to meet her after work, give her a lift. But Anya refused, said that her boss would bring her along the way, and then, she wanted to keep their relationship secret, afraid that her mother would not understand her. And in general, she, in fact, is so tired of twelve hours of work, that she simply falls into bed, she doesn’t have enough strength for anything else.

The long separation in two days was finally over - they agreed to meet at six in the evening. Just Sveta will be on duty, the whole evening at their disposal, and maybe the night, Cyril hoped and began to prepare.

When he accompanied Anya into the hall, she screamed with delight when she saw the table set. In the center of the coffee table stood a huge bouquet of roses, two candles were burning, champagne was flowing in a bucket of ice. The light from the candles sparkled in crystal glasses on high, thin legs. The still-life was completed by a huge box of chocolates.

Anya in a fit of emotion, the bailiff on tiptoes and kissed Cyril, but this seemed to her a little, she happily beat her fists on his chest.

- Class! Thing! Cyril, you are a miracle! I have never had such a thing!

They drank champagne, kissed and drank champagne again. Anya reacted coolly only to sweets, mentioning that Raffaello loves more than anything else and is ready to eat them in boxes.

Both felt completely free, and everything turned out very naturally when Cyril picked up the girl's weightless body and carried her into the bedroom. At ease, without meeting resistance, Anya undressed and undressed himself.

Drowning her in kisses, reached a crack, by that time thoroughly wet - she was surprisingly quickly excited. But now Cyril has slightly changed tactics. Kissing and caressing lips and clitoris, teasing a girl, bringing almost to the peak of arousal, and for a while ceasing to caress, not allowing her to cum.

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