me behind you

At the end of the hall was the door to which we headed. Throwing open the door and going inside, we got into the locker room, combined with the shower, although it was fenced off by thick glass walls. The equipment was the most expensive of the kind and shone under the light of lamps, chrome and nickel. In the middle of the room, there was a massage table. Under it on the sliding table was a whole battery of bubbles and bottles with oils and incense.

On the opposite wall of the shower were several cabinets with glass doors. Behind one of them was a carelessly thrown dress, and on top of it lay exclusive items of a women's toilet. Tiny transparent panties and a soft-looking bra.

Having examined the room, my gaze again rested on a naked female figure. I saw how Alina, with great reluctance, released my rod and, nodding towards the lockers, said:

- Undress. I will lie down for the time being ... - it was said with a chest voice and a gasp, so that my stomach ached, and the forgotten heart, quivering, began to beat like a mad man.

I turned around and, on stiff legs, moved to a free locker, throwing off my clothes on the move.

- Hurry up ... - I heard after.

Jumping convulsively on one leg, I pulled off my jeans. I almost pulled off the buttons, pulled off his shirt and immediately turned around. She lay relaxed on the massage table, turning her head in my direction. Seeing that, I turned to her, she raised herself on her elbows, which caused her breasts to sway invitingly.

- I'm waiting! - she already capriciously pronounced the same soul-taking voice.

- Go! - only I could answer and almost gallop rushed forward.

***

I started the massage from the neck. Do not say that I am a professional in this business. Only now I was here definitely not for this, or rather, not only for this. Her hands, smeared with oil, she gave me, easily slid over tanned skin. Even in the hall I noticed her even tan. Not a speck of white skin. She sunbathed clearly naked and most likely in the solarium.

Almost simultaneously with me, Alina began to do her massage, although the fact that she massaged was not very necessary. But it was far from superfluous and very pleasant. My penis was smoothed first, and then he disappeared again in her big and obviously insatiable mouth. For the convenience of the "patient" I had to stand right in the head. Vigorous movements of the head, brisk tongue and soft lips soon brought me to insanity. And still hands, gently stroking the hips and torso. I myself did not stand a pillar. Vigorous movement back and forth in the mouth, to the glands. At times, interrupting our caresses, I spanked my full lips with my head and again planted the "sufferer" into the depths. And when she grabbed the scrotum with her hand and started massaging the eggs, I cried out and began to cum. Eggs seemed to stick to the trunk of the penis and shrank with such force that I even swayed. Sperm poured into her mouth bubbled on her lips, ran down her chin, dripped onto the floor. All I could do was stretch my arms out to stroke her quivering buttocks, sometimes climbing between her legs into a wet, hot crotch. She flowed like a bitch. My hand literally squished in her "swamp". Without stopping, Alina sucked all my “attempts” to dryness, and then also collected the remains from her face with her fingers. And loudly smacked, sent to his mouth.

Usually after that I needed a rest, but not with this slut. Her hands energetically took up the business and after a minute, it was as if the pioneer was ready to shout: “Always ready!”. And even more, I wanted to continue. And she gracefully arched her back, raised her ass and purred:

- Come on!

- I give! - I replied to myself and, perched on top, drove my trembling fighter into a wet cave right up to the eggs.

Being located on top of his back, strenuously pushed his body, driving back and forth inside the pussy member.Bodies with ringing slapping met each other. She just moved back to run into a fighter, and I ... I was madly happy to defuse. And I did not care for classes, for which they allegedly invited me. On Mikhail Sergeyevich of her husband, and indeed everything! I was intoxicated. Come now to the locker room and be outraged by my actions, honestly - swagger and forced to stand in a queue.

What is the change of positions and positions. The well-developed musculature of the partner and her insatiability delivered all that was needed and provided bonuses. She frantically waved, growled, and groaning at the top of her mouth. I also managed to squeeze the vagina with my muscles, and at times I could barely squeeze inside. And, by the way, she began to finish very quickly. The orgasm followed the orgasm. She seemed to float in her lust and, shouting once again illegible curse again, "drowned" in the paroxysm of passion. And then I lost my hearing ...

How much we “massaged” each other there, I do not know. Obviously not half an hour, but much longer. Finally rolled up and me. Hardly restraining myself, I pulled the member out of the loudly squished vagina and splashed out all the accumulated “anger” on her back. I shouted, it seems, swearing and twitching to the sides. Heavy white streams like a fan scattered, falling forward on the back, trembling buttocks, and some even reached the hair. As if driven by a horse, I was swaying, kneeling over a trembling and moaning body. The “magic stick” hung like a thick sausage between wadded legs. Having exhaled, I fell heavily to the side, sitting next to the student's sweaty body. For some reason, one phrase from a joke spun in my head:

- Well, something like Valya ...

- And I'm not Valya, I'm Alina!

- Yes, and to hell with him! Good anyway ...