- I have a boyfriend.

She said when I approached to kiss her for the first time.

“Why did you keep silence before?” - I was indignant to myself.

We have come a long way: acquaintance, flowers, and here it is: first date, domino movie, farewell to home.

“I don't care,” I cover her lips with my own.

She kisses like a pro: starts gently, sucking on the edges. Gradually enters the taste: flirts with the tongue, completely merges in the dance.

I have a modest but decent experience. And yet Alena surprises with the ability to kiss. Unpleasantly surprised. When you realize that the skill does not arise by itself.

Maybe, I think, she was afraid that the message about the guy would discourage me. And now, when I agreed, she feels grateful for her understanding.

Understanding her delicate situation.

“Enter my position,” she wants to say. “I have a boyfriend, and I can't just get rid of him.” I'm afraid to tell him that I don't love him. Maybe I’m afraid to part because I don’t want to hurt. Here is my position. Help me!"

And while she thinks so, or I think she thinks so, we kiss, both have broken off their chains, proving that they are not sewn.

Alyona is twenty years old, I am 25. I met her at the store. Rather caught up on the street and took the phone. She has long blond hair almost to the waist. Smooth, smooth, as in advertising shampoos. The muzzle is simple but pretty. Girl pripevochka what thousands. Small features: nose, lips, forehead. She herself is very thin and elongated. Growth about meter seventy, average. Breast almost not observed. When we met, she was wearing white jeans, a black turtleneck, and sandals on her legs. Therefore, to evaluate the figure was an opportunity. She easily gave the phone, easily marked the willingness to meet. Everything was easy and simple until this very moment.

She has a boyfriend!

She has a boyfriend, and she kisses like crazy. And what should I do with it now?

She will have to part if she wants to date me and not him. But how to tell her about it, so as not to cause a panic. Our relationship only bother, but already so many difficulties.

I go home in thought.

***

Alyona says she said goodbye to the former, but I hardly believe in it. Too easy, she brushed him off. And I presented everything as if there were no showdowns. Simply said: sorry, goodbye, and he agreed.

But it is not important! Alena first came to visit me for tea. I rent a one-room apartment in the same area. It is very convenient to meet and escort Alena. She seemed to be asking for a visit herself. I just gave a hint, and she immediately agreed. Not in a hurry to brew tea. In the end, I was a gentleman and did not intend to throw myself on her as soon as we crossed the threshold.

The evening passes according to my rules: romance, music, candles. Alyona pushes: she has a charming smile, hands rubbing her knees under the table. She worries, I think about what is coming.

We go to the hall and quickly get closer. Kiss goes into stroking. Her tender long neck pulsates under the lips. A white blouse can be easily unbuttoned, a white bust tightly pressed against a flat chest.

Alena has no breast, only nipples stick out. Achilles' heel of fair-haired slim beauty. She is flat like a board, skinny like a teenager, but I love her by her attractive face and hair. I can not help myself. Hair is my weakness. I inhale the scent, bathe in the waterfall, play with my hair, winding it up on my fist, pulling down the little female head for a kiss.

Alena is underway. Breast exposure is another step towards rapprochement. I caress the nipples infinitely long, making it clear that I love just such a breast. She has nothing to be ashamed of. There is no need to draw shoulders and become sideways when I'm around.

“They're so sweet,” I lick papillae halos.

Alyona’s thin children's pen slides down the shirt, stops near the belt, slips under it and finds a member. Compresses it so that the manicure tingles the skin. She leads me, kissing my neck. To endure no further strength.

I pull off her jeans, panties. On a hard flat pubis with a curly hair trimmed strip of bushes. Hair breaks where the fold begins. Smooth-shaven, alluring, children.

Our first sex turns into a demonstration of opportunities. I try to show that I am ready for anything, but Alena is not far behind. My initiative and petting the clitoris with the tongue continues in simultaneous blowjob.

Very interesting. She sucks smoothly, smoothly, as if she’s doing such things every day. Again, the unpleasant feeling that your girl took the course of a young fighter with honors.

And she also fucks professionally: she jumps on top when I take a break. He continues to fuck me, showing that he can not only lie with his legs apart. Bottom, too, does not know peace: arching his back, scrubbing my buttocks like a cat, tapping his heels, rubbing his socks with his socks on his hips. It easily folds in half, exposing a toy baby vagina for work. How is she just going to give birth? All this, it seems, is a very naughty little one: she doesn’t let her sponge down her bottom like a bite in the beginning. Look so fucking, riveted on my eyes: like "fuck me, honey, you see how I suffer here without fucking." It moans either feigned, or real, or to supplement reality. You will not understand it. Either she ends so violently, or she plays along to finish violently.

In all this action a severe raid of great experience is felt. Unspeakable, rolling in a blowjob with the end in the mouth. And this is only the first sex with Alena.

***

I fuck a small bony ass with frenzy. Today I saw the ex-boyfriend Alena. He walked up to her on the street, hugged his waist. I just said goodbye to her and stood watching my beloved girl when it happened.

At first I wanted to come and talk, but then I saw the reaction of Alena and was stunned. She put her hand on his belt. So they embraced in the direction of her house. I followed them. Jealousy, turning into a rage, tore the heart into small pieces. But the first wave of anger subsided, giving way to deceit. I watched them.

It was a huge fellow, a former boxer, as it turned out.

They approached the entrance, talked for a long time about something. Then he put her on the stairs, kissed her lips - she did not resist - and went. Just like that! I kissed a big pump, and she didn't even blink an eye!

I'm not in a hurry to speak. If she still feels for him, then why is she sleeping with me? Maybe afraid to hurt that guy? And I, therefore, not afraid ...

I fuck her with frenzy, knocking out any desire from this bony bitch. How can she do this to me ?!

“Something you are in today,” Alena looks at me in surprise when everything ends. - Did something happen?

“I saw you today with another guy.”

“Ahhhhh, this is ...” Her female megamind is working feverishly, but she can't think of anything. She gives up: - I'm sorry, I was afraid to tell you. I cannot get rid of him, - Alena’s voice is filled with fear and guilt. “I told him that it was all over, but he said that it was not over and continued to haunt me.”

- Do you sleep with him?

- Not.

- Are you kissing?

Is silent. Then:

- Oh well. I say I'm afraid of him. He's kind of crazy. He says he will kill me and myself if I leave him.

“That's it,” I sigh heavily. - Blackmail.

“So you still sleep with him,” I already speak in a calmer voice.

“Is it that important to you?”

Is it so important to me ?! She fucks with another guy, and then with me, and then again with him ...

- When was the last time you had sex? - I have no doubt that it was.

“Yesterday,” she answers quietly.

Yesterday!...