DATE NUMBER TWO

Waiting ... even a certain trembling of the soul, "and how will it all be?". And he phoned again and the text messages from DavidDa ... he and I wanted to talk, and the coordination of the future meeting was just an occasion and quickly moved into the background. And finally, here it is, Saturday. My absence at home is appropriately legendary, all the subtleties and nuances between me and DavidDom are discussed, “the passwords and appearances are clarified” ... I am going, I am going.

In the subway, I listen to an MP3 player (so time passes faster), but thoughts are dancing in my head ... but not in the style “why do I need it?”, But rather “have I remembered exactly where I need it?”. Well, yes, I'm a topographical idiot, there is such a thing.

Everything seems to be normal, I arrive without incident, as if by the appointed time and at the “X point” I see David Da waiting for me. He, too, notices me, going towards each other, exchanging a tender-friendly kiss ... in short, "contact ... is contact."

This time the apartments look different. The room is bigger, there are some flowers on the shelf, and there is a window ... and a refrigerator (idle, damn it). In short, almost a hotel room. From the previous set, there is a TV, a table with two chairs on the sides, a shower and a bed ... where without it ... rather large dimensions, a sexodrome, on which not only two people can normally lie down, but not four people constraining each other.

We have to hang here not for a miserable two hours ... until the very morning we will “torture” each other ... so, before quenching the thirst for owning each other (wrapped!), We should have a banal dinner, especially since my The “thief” has already taken care of everything, went to the store before the meeting and bought something from the area of ​​food.

We sit, we have dinner, we even drink beer ... or rather, I drink this very beer (imagine, allow yourself and even love ... if the company is good and no one wants to go to the “hayness-grade” stage # 4 in the eyes of mice ", Then why not), David D drinks something stronger (and what of that?), Simultaneously talking on various topics. Outside the window, the city lives its own life, only we don’t care. We are good, but soon it will be even better.

But the meal is over, the “hour of truth” has arrived. David D is the first to go to the shower, but for the time being I wear off my denim outfits ... the underwear under my dress is extremely erotic, lace bra, the same thong panties, belt, stockings ... class. That's just ... and this is all I take off myself. Why did not want to show off in this form in front of my lover friend? But who knows ... ask what is easier.

David. Yeah, I really wanted to fuck the Cat in stockings. Especially in the "cancer" position. Especially in the ass. But ... she quickly removed them, but for some reason I did not say to put them on again. Why? I do not know, ask what is easier.

Then it is my turn to take a shower stall ... imagine how David is trying to see me through the glass and mentally giggle.

Well ... hygiene is over, it's time to do business.

Kiss, caress, DavidD touches my chest, kisses her. I like it, I even start to get excited, even though my mind still keeps track of everything clearly ... but the body lives its own life, enjoying intimate touches ... again a tickling sensation arises in the lower abdomen ... pleasantly.

I make David a blowjob, more confidently than last time (and mentally observe the procedure). It seems to turn out and my friend is satisfied, only "you squeeze stronger at the base of the penis, it's even better ... do not worry, it will not hurt." Wow “squeeze harder”, and suddenly so squeeze that I break something. Still, I take a risk, squeezing a member harder (not at full strength, of course, by 23), teasing a little, taking it in my mouth. Diligently suck, licking periodically tongue head. It feels good. I myself like this process.

David. Girls, why are you so timid?)))) Well, I'm not a masochist, I’m not getting hurt from pain.Said "squeeze harder", so it should be!

Then go directly to sex. First, in the missionary position, then smoothly “flow” into doggie-style. Well, it's nice, I'm excited ... but to finish ... it is unlikely. Too clearly, I realize who exactly is making love to me now.

But what is interesting, David, too, is in no hurry to finish. Strange.

David. It would be strange if I hurried. Why hurry, if you can go on and on and on? After all, for our long night we met.

We lay down next to each other and make cute talk on the most intimate topics. And I undergo a detailed interrogation about ... let's say, some details of my past. And why not tell if the person is interested. I'm not such a public person to fear for my image.

David. And it was obvious that my Cat was so embarrassed at some inquiries.))) Still, writing with words is one thing, and even not seeing the interlocutors, and telling a lover is quite another. It is noteworthy that when the total number of partners is small (less than ten in a lifetime), she did not even remember the names of some one-off ones.

Making love again, this time I'm on top, in the pose of a rider. Quite a bit it lasts and ... again a break, followed by a new affection and a new blowjob. And then I ... catch an orgasm, but not from blowjob or sex, but from manual caresses. But this time David is not limited to touching my clitoris, he penetrates his fingers inside me. I am not trying to touch him, I lie down, clutching at the headboard ... first I just feel good, then even better, and then ... I stop feeling it again. And I am suddenly carried away by a wave of pleasure, the consciousness stops dominating me ... where I am and what becomes unimportant with me. For a while it lasts, and then my mind turns on again, and I have time to realize that I repeated the name of ... the one who is the most precious to me. And I feel a little ashamed in front of Davide House.

David. It was then that I joked that we thought we had a group sex format MZHM? Or later?)))

And again a break, caresses and kisses, another “masterful” blowjob in my performance (growing above myself). I ask DaviDa to make me a little dog (in fact, THIS is called longer and more ornate, but let's get along with a shortened version of the word). He doesn’t seem to mind doing this himself. Ticklish, nice ... PLEASANT ... and then my mind again gives way to feelings, again takes me beyond the limits of consciousness ... and again it starts to seem to me that all these manipulations with my ... pussy (although my favorite calls for this part of me by another word) does not produce DavidD, but a completely different person. Could I not get an orgasm? Naturally, I got it.

David. I liked it so much how Lilith ends up from Cooney !!! In combination with the fingers in the pussy and sometimes in the pope. As she whispers something, then loudly, then screams with passion. As she shakes from an orgasm, and then so faithfully comes to me with his whole body. And each time so touchingly apologizes that she called the name of the other. Someone might be offended, fools are enough. But I was very pleased, and I was proud of myself. So, in these moments, I caught up with her beloved, and became, albeit for a short time, the most desirable and expensive being on Earth.

Was it anal? Of course, it was just that this time I was a little painful.

David. Yes, I noticed this during the third call on anal. But it seems to me that she took the first two normally. Or how?

But if you think that I have not tried anything new this time, then you are mistaken. There was something. A masterful blowjob in my performance, ended with a DavidD orgasm (and there was no “stop-blow” ... or maybe it was, I didn’t notice) and swallowing sperm by me. And what do you think was disgusting? And nifiga ... normal sensations.

David. Not “stop-blow”, but “stop-come on!”))) But it wasn't, because the final blow job was in the pose “I'm standing, she is on my knees in front of me”. And that means I myself ...