action, taking up the black exquisite stockings. This process took a few minutes, because, following my palms, the girl’s legs covered the kisses. Every inch of delicate skin — thighs, calves, and feet — was not deprived.

Oksana, who managed to take off her bra, watched as I deprived her of the last piece of clothing. Crimson from embarrassment, - as if there was nothing between us this afternoon, - the girl covered her hands with the tender fluff of the Hill of Venus.

Quickly freed from the only attribute of my clothes, I spread Oksana's legs and made my way from the tips of my fingers to the inner surface of my thighs, leaving my lips on her velvety skin. The girl only had to hide her face in her hands and sob quietly from shame and pleasure, when I placed her legs on my shoulders and clasped my hips and began to caress her body, which by that time was already running out of moisture.

I alternated the pace, place and force of impact: from the pea clitoris, I descended a little lower, giving each petal of its bud with tender kisses, and then made a sharp blow with my tongue deep into the girl's genital. At such moments, Oksana broke into a cry from a low-pitched moan, arching her back with a graceful bridge. After that, I started taking turns kissing and sucking the gentle folds of my skin. The smell and taste of the woman demolished the roof clean.

Having poured Oksana thoroughly, - the girl's crotch and hips, my face and the white sheet were in her discharge - I pounced on her. The girl looked at me with frightened eyes for a moment and in order to somehow alleviate what was about to happen, I said maybe silly, but important words for her:

- Do not think about anything. Listen to yourself. If it hurts or you don’t want, just tell me. Good?

Oksana nodded and I carefully, trying not to lose control and not to break in with one sharp powerful movement, began to enter it. The first moan of the girl, when the head of the penis spread her tightly closed wet gates of her organ, made me understand that the desire to take me in was very strong, almost irresistible. Making light movements with the pelvis, I entered the girl and the mere fact that it was our third act of love on that day helped me not to pour into her - so tightly did the sash and walls of her hot, moist organ cum to her.

Gradually, reaching the hymen, giving Oksana to get used to the unusual sensations, I began to gently press on her. The girl jerked and tried to break free, but without giving her a single chance, I entered her in one smooth motion.

Oh, a moment long desired! Very dense walls of the vagina wrapped me from all sides. I rested in Oksana’s womb and stopped, giving her rest.

- My dear girl, my dear, desirable! - under the barely audible sobs of my girl, women, I whispered gentle words, covering my face wet from tears with kisses. - Well, forgive me, fool! Beloved, desired, the only ...

That night, I remembered forever the taste of her tears ...

***

The room was filled with moans, cries, wheezing and incoherent phrases that we spoke to each other.

I still held on, but Oksana hung over the precipice a second time. Exhausted soon after my invasion, although the pain slightly muffled the sensations, she was breathing heavily beneath me, covering her eyes. The pink-colored face, neck and chest, which I occasionally covered with tender kisses, glistened with sweat — in truth, Oksana was all wet. Tangled hair stuck to the body and through them I looked into the bottomless turquoise eyes. The red-haired beauty raised herself and gently-gently kissed me on the lips, causing such a waterfall of sensations that I could not help but began to pour into the very depths of her body. Under the hot blows of an erupting member, Oksana shivered and cummed, she read something like a woman, and managed to bite my lip for the second time in a day ...

***

Under the flashes of fireworks and the cries of people on the street, we lay and looked at each other.

I threw a strand of hair from Oksana’s face and kissed her on the cheek. I didn’t want to say or do anything - I simply had no strength left.

Giving up the desire to fall asleep and having collected snow-white bed linen stained with our secretions and blood, we went to the bathroom. Sending Oksana to the shower, I threw the laundry into the washing machine and joined her.

We put our bodies under the gentle streams of water and began to wash off the traces of our sin. I suppressed the desire that was rising inside me, since Oksana needed to rest and the girl looked into my eyes with gratitude. Listening to the gentle noise of falling water, we lost track of time ...

***

The last days of this summer rejoiced in the warmth, light and breath of the wind.

In the central park of our town, the usual excitement - an updated dance program, prepared by the brass band of the conservatory, has gathered today all lovers of live music.

Under the enchanting melodies of Russian and Soviet waltzes, under hot tangos, impetuous pasadolos and measured foxtrot youth and older people besieged the dance floor.

Having laid a hand on Oksana’s sitting on a bench, I, like her, enjoy music and watch people resting in the park. Occasionally she looks up at me and I see that Oksana again wants to be in the waltz whirlwind. But we both understand that this is not yet possible ...

Pavel Egorovich stands up for the conductor and the Park of Culture and Rest is filled with the melody of the waltz, our waltz with Oksana. I lean to her and press her little palm to my lips. On the ring finger flashed a wedding ring, which she had not removed for a long time - I gave him on that first, unforgettable morning of the New Year, when I made an offer and heard “yes” from her mouth.

We have to leave and I help my rounded wife to rise. Supporting her arm, I lead Oksana past the stage and the stage, along the alleys and passages of the Park. Suddenly she stops and puts my hand on her stomach. I feel that one of our unborn children is being pushed - that very night, when we first knew each other, was not in vain and we will have to try very hard, raising two first-born children. But I don’t regret it at all, and I’m glad that it happened so ...

- Do you need something? - I ask Oksana. Recently, I try to fulfill her wishes

“If only dessert ...” A girl with lowered eyes puts her hand over mine.

- Well, it can be! - I say and kiss her sweet lips.

We both know that today we will fall asleep only in the morning.

To the final sounds of the “Accidental Waltz” we walk through the park, but for us this waltz was not an accident, but the main dance in life!