She looks at my cock with affection, caresses her nipples with her head, sucks a little more, smacking and caressing the eggs with her hand and lower. Then, leaning my hands on my shoulders, lifts the waist over my dick, and now I, squeezing it at the base, with light movements, spread its sexual lips wide together and with pelvic giving go inside millimeter by millimeter. Even surprisingly, a woman who gives birth three times has such a narrow entrance. Or the reason for that frequent anal and skimping the main entrance?

Well, jumped? Step, trot, gallop, and finally, in the quarry without looking at the ravines and gully. Her eyes shine with passion, her breasts describe circles in the opposite direction, her little nose swells from intermittent breathing. How can I help with such a jump to orgasm? Yes, a lot of things, at least something will be in the vein. Doing nipples, caressing the thighs and priests (as far as I reach), touching the clitoris with my fingers (but with caution, at such a pace it’s not painful to hurt); aah ”, squeezes in deeper, then her body shakes with a prolonged“ uuuuu ”, and having stood with a statue for a while, she falls on my chest and lies like that with a fixed facial expression, but a shaking body. A member slips out of her, but this orgasm is not a hindrance: I don’t want to open my arms that tightly embraced and cuddle, but she, too, seems to be too lazy to do extra movements and fill him in, a business...

We spend the muzhikalnuyu pause in the kitchen, for champagne and ice cream (wine and candy ran out). She still threw a robe, after we greedily, drank the first glasses of cold fizzy drink to the bottom, and I still sit naked, pleasantly accept the pleasure with which she occasionally strokes my body or plays a member. The conversation covered topics:

— blowjob. She says that she sucked far from all of her partners (many didn’t ask for it, especially those who grew up on old yard concepts), began to take from her husband by mouth only after giving birth to her second child and stopped after quarreling about the unexpected conception of the third. And I am generally the first to whom a blowjob was made at the first meeting, and even before the actual sex with penetration. He admits that he loves to suck, loves how to thank the male organ for the pleasure, but accidentally mentions that he does not like to take sperm in the mouth, because of the taste and smell of semen it turns back. It is a pity for my favorite “wait-and-go”, which I, of course, hoped for, especially with the voiced “do not stop with me”, but what to do, you need to watch your reputation.

— cunnilingus. In her practice - the rarest case. The former one with only one of the lovers (the husband never did, like most men of her native lands), not for long at all in his drunken courage. I'm surprised that there are so many similar offers on Mamba, but she feels like a trick and never responds to greetings from such profiles. I naively (or naively, like, a doctor with a higher medical education) is interested in me, how realistic (in life, not in the cinema or in books), to bring a woman to orgasm in this way, and having heard my answer, that “yes, quite real, if the clitoral orgasm as such is available to a woman ”, blushing, nods at my question if she can touch a finger herself (but, by the way, reacted very sharply to the possibility of using strap-ons for self-satisfaction, just like the devil’s offspring), and then translates the conversation to another topic. Well, take note.

— men. Hearing how easily she mentioned in the conversation “my lovers” or “my partner”, I thought that they were (especially after moving to Russia, where the level of non-interference in the private life of adults had long been reached) was more than enough. As it turned out (in her words, of course), in her entire life she had no more than 10 men.Of these, three or four are single-pass, during that period of life in their native lands, when she was sure that divorce was inevitable and even wanted to give a little reason for it, but without self-harm and special scandals that could affect children. It seemed to them not a real name, gave the left phone number, which changed as soon as she wanted to break the connection.

Here, for almost three years, she had one permanent lover (or can be considered as such when visiting twice a month), a municipal official of one of the suburban districts, but geographically good, good and good person, who helps not only with friendship-participation-sex (the latter, due to the age of 60, was no longer so relevant), but sometimes materially, especially for holidays and birthdays, for her and her children. The second is a muddy type of years five younger than her, a semi-criminal semi-criminal antiquary figure appearing even less often than the first (twice a year, she suspected, only when things brought him to her area), but immaculate macho and male in bed. Well, somehow my husband stayed for a week, who had come about his business, decided to save money on the hotel and the muddle. Here, in fact, the entire list of its partners, to which I was added that day.

“But listen, there are a lot of your countrymen in Moscow and the region,” I tried to expand the circle of her intimate acquaintances, “and the Internet is not uncommon now, it is available from every phone. Your profile on Mamba is no worse than other women's profiles, one of the points in which "sex" is indicated, therefore, there must be a typical male interest. And double interest: for locals you are an unprecedented exotic, and for the fellow countrymen living here - your own, a woman with a habitual mentality and mastery of her native language.
- What do you think, DD, who are the majority of my countrymen living here? The doctors? Docents? Engineers? Architects? Musicians? - she smiled sadly. I spread my hands. - Well, that's the same thing. I understand that they didn’t leave a good life, that everyone wants to earn a pretty penny and send them home to feed their families. Maybe there are worthy people among them, but the janitors and unskilled workers at construction sites do not cause me any female attraction.

- And Muscovites?
“There are not enough Muscovites even for Muscovites,” she answered reasonably. - And then, look sensibly, drop your favorite compliments. Am I a super beauty? Incomparable body and face? Demonstrate unique sex skills? Published in philosophical and medical almanacs? I am the most ordinary woman, tired of life and fate, working for wear for the sake of children, in a foreign city, a foreign climate, foreign customs, penniless work, to which local people disdain to go. I do not need a prince on a white horse, nor a prophet on a donkey. I need a drop of my female happiness. Talk, relax, have fun. And so then with a clear conscience to say: "Thank you, goodbye!".

I can not click on the fingers of everyone who wants to go to Moscow. And in our wilderness who drags? You do not give yourself an example, do not. Not so you behave. Do you know how Muscovites behave? Yes, I went to Moscow for the first time, met in a cafe, drank tea, coffee, listened to different opinions. You know, as in politics, for sure. "Patriots" and "liberals". The former began right off the line to praise their Russian-Orthodox and to condemn my national-religious. I myself am not a believer, I received immunity from pioneering childhood and Komsomol youth. Then we had many years of returning to basics. As, actually, here. But since I did not succumb there over the years, so much the more I will not give in because of a single conversation. Anyway, a strange tactic to lure a woman into bed is criticism and condemnation. The second is the opposite. They scolded themselves and their own (which is twice unpleasant), and encouraged, rejecting shame and embarrassment, moral norms and behavior, to plunge into impetuous depravity with any partner, in any environment, in any circumstances. I am not a religious fan and not a fierce nationalist, but I have principles. Own, personal. What kind of man suits me, what will be cute, with whom I agree to go to bed. And a one-time conversation, again, is not able to change them.

— women. This subsection is very brief. Group sex of any format and lesbian relationships she considered unacceptable for herself. Point.

The second series of sex also began with a light blowjob, but still at the table. Then we relocated to bed, mastered the pose of cancer for vaginal and anal penetration. The latter is quite a bit, despite the slight intoxication with wine and champagne, I was able to notice that the anal did not go with her, perhaps, interrupted her movement to the pleasure after poking holes. I brought her to an orgasm with the tongue, and for quite a long time, alternating at the end of oral caresses with manual ones, but I did achieve her peak, and her particular delight about knowing the new. Subtle screaming, shining eyes and delighted whispers:
- Wow! Happened! Great! - redeemed the uninterestingness of my second ending by handing over her sturdy buttocks.

Having collapsed like a sham beside her, I fumbled a blanket sheet, crumpled and thrown back against the wall, pulled on us, and we fell into a dream. It was about 3 in the morning.

7 am. Peep the alarm clock. Rise. Shower. I refuse green tea and a couple of cookies for breakfast too. I thought that we would go out together and at least walk to the stop along the way. But she gently, but firmly asked me to leave first and early. Reconciled, that applying cosmetics and female marafet is a more intimate occupation, not suitable for men's eyes. Maybe it really is. Or maybe she was waiting to visit her permanent, or did not want to be seen together. Anyway, a little bent over her, for the last time I kissed my swollen lips in front of the door and went out into the frosty morning of a town near Moscow, trying to remember from a hot night and a warm meeting to shield myself from the cold cold of the northern climate.

Hang on, my sweet girl Suhl! Dr. Zulfiya, a female doctor who “came to life” in the harsh capital, Moscow that does not believe in tears from sunny Uzbekistan, can you find your happiness?

"Verily, those who believe and do good works, the Merciful gives them love."
(Holy Quran 19: 96)