The blackness of the hairstyle on the head and the dark triangle of the pubic hair accentuate the whiteness of the rest of the body, giving a complete lover of sweets and dislike of fitness rooms. Pale pink, almost indistinguishable halos around the nipples. I squeeze the body, kiss the chest, kiss the lips. Sveta responds to kisses, otherwise she behaves passively. I'm touching between my legs. Wet, but not plentiful. Caress still or how? As if answering an unasked question, she pulls me towards herself (the prezik was puffed up as soon as I lay down next), they say, you can already, come on! Come on, come on! Standard act in standard pose. Svetka occasionally moans, moderately sweeps, but apparently it’s clear that her orgasm will not come like that. What honestly in the Internet and reported on the rarity of his ending, and so that I was not surprised and did not go on the principle, she and so well. Well, so good, I notice that the closer my orgasm and the faster my movements, the more she kisses me and touches me more actively. And only the final chord at my ending - her sincere and interested smile with firm dimples - gives me a deserved moral pleasure, becoming the highlight of this slurred sex.

I understand what the exclamations will be about “such a fucking sex” and “run without thinking about why you need this.” I understand that for many men, such a first meeting would be the last. Well, chemistry did not match, what can I do? But I hoped that with time everything would change for the better, especially in post-coital tea drinking, I persuaded Svetka to refuse from the gum for the future and not be shy in the voice of my desires, no matter how shameful they seemed to her. And he ended up with her not the only meeting, but as many as five.

In the second, third, fourth, the promised shifts happened. Prezikov was no more, and Sveta thoughtfully pushed me up with a rag, so that I wiped the dick and the sperm from her body after cessation. The anal remained under the ban, but she began to take in her mouth. Not for long, during foreplay (by no means for ending), and implicitly demonstrating what he does blowjob only for my, but not my pleasure. Cooney reacted indifferently. In addition to missionary, they also tried cancer pose, but when they wanted to master the third rider, then, when she was attached, Sveta lost her balance and blurted out at me from all over the maha, which caused us both Homeric laughter and all sorts of jokes about the poses of Kama Sutra and places for extreme fucking.

And it turned out another thing. Sveta was a lover of porn. She showed me something from her collection at the second meeting, and by the third I nadybal from Ineta, recorded and gave her a 4 GB DVD-ROM, with video files in a variety of genres and styles, ranging from a half-minute recording to a twisting phone and ending with the German classics with the unfading "Oh yes! Das ist fantastisch! ”From a blond beast, fucked in all breathing and puffed.

Long life in solitude to the cause or something else, I can not judge, but the Light orgasm received from masturbation under porn. Mostly from my usual fingers, but I did it a couple of times. And I jerked off with a much bigger spark and interest than I sucked. It seems to me that even banging her didn’t excite her as much as mutual onanism. Persistently refused to implement what he saw on the screen. Considering such manual sex almost a shameful perversion, she insisted on committing standard sexual intercourse. Applying such a ridiculous argument, “well, you are debauchery, and suddenly I will marry what he thinks.” Moreover, she had never wanted to hear about any future husband, saying that she needs sex for health and family life is not for her, she doesn’t want children, she would rather have a kitten or a puppy.

And the fifth meeting, unfortunately, was again blurred and slurred. Sveta was in a hurry, she called the masters to assess the scale of the upcoming room renovation (I usually visited her at 15–00 and stayed until 17–00) to 16–00, and was in a hurry to tidy up their arrival.The TV with the DVD player was never turned on, the blowjob and handjob were ignored, and the first time déjà vu almost made me break into it, thinking that the instrument was sheathed. But, of course, cost. Cloth, shower, dressing. Sveta is no longer dressed in a frivolous robe, but an outfit befitting a solid university teacher.

- Let's call each other, - smiling at me with dimples on her cheeks, she answered the question while accompanying when and where we will meet next time, if the repair business moves off dead center.
And the more we have not met (C). So it happened. The repair lasted and lasted, Sveta did not want to go home to me, she did not directly reject the sauna-hotel, but she was clearly afraid that the breakfast had started feeding. Do not want - as you want.

A year and a half ago, I found her profile in the popular social. network. Hi, hi, how are you - what's new? “Why,” he said, “she got married, she gave birth to twins, while on maternity leave, look at the pictures.” I looked, out of 100 photos in different albums, 99 are for children. It was realized, therefore, still Sveta woman-mother. And the remaining one was sent to a good friend, a professional painter, see an illustration of what my hundredth woman looks like through the eyes of an Artist.

What else to say remarkable? What other milestone was the heroine of the story for the author, which countdown began for me from the second hundred, as if from scratch? Probably the fact that inscribing the treasured number “100” in a notebook, I began to think, how to preserve female images and types, capture emotions and events associated with them? The answer you already know and read for many years ...