hands, we kissed, slightly biting each other's lips. I was shaking either from excitement or from the cool sea wind, or from both at once. Finally, he first pulled out his hand, took my chin with it, and let me taste myself:

“Let's go to a warmer place?”

“Great idea,” I whispered as he helped me zip up my jacket.

Marcus was simple and free, like himself, home. Near the entrance, next to a cashmere coat is an antique guitar. Hall with a leather sofa overlooking the bay. He took off his outerwear, asked if I should pour in a drink, but I was inclined to refuse. She hung the jacket next to his, then took up the shirt collar. She was denim, not with buttons, but with rivets - you pull, and immediately everything is unbuttoned. He laughed:

- Man's dream! Do they not make bras?

“No,” I replied, shaking myself first from the shoe, then from the jeans, and following into the hall. “But I can make it easier for you if you can't do it ...”

“I can handle it,” he pulled off his T-shirt and came closer. I ran my finger along the smoothly shaven cheek, along the sturdy neck, between the collarbone, first swept one nipple, then the other, went down between the dice on the press, and rested on the belt that had been unbuttoned once before. He smiled and held my hand:

- continue in the shower?

- Of course we will continue, especially if they undress me and carry me there on my shoulder, - I continued to have fun.

Everything I said made Marcus an unwavering open smile. Cuddling with his lips, he stretched out his hands behind my back, so that in an instant he could unbutton his bra, his panties were on the sofa behind him. And I, raised under my knees, was taken to the bathroom. Turned on the water while Marcus was unbuttoning his pants. I started humming Joe Cocker's song “You can leave the hat on”, which he jumped out for a second, then came back, in a real cowboy hat. And, to my applause, slowly began to tighten jeans. Slightly circling his elastic booty in tight swimming trunks, he took them off. Climbed to me, hugged, pulled the curtain. I took off his hat, and, looking into her eyes, put it on myself. And after I got on my knees ...

Night

Marcus had a gorgeous cock - medium in size, but very proportional, cropped. At first I soaped it up, using these moments for lazy hand strokes. As soon as the foam washed away, tongue licked the head. Marcus sighed, pulled off his hat and threw it on the washing machine:

- I can see so badly. Although you're so sexy ... Do you want to put on the bed again?

- Sure, - I was distracted for a second and continued, then swallowing a member as a whole, then releasing almost completely. One palm followed the mouth of the trunk, the second rhythmically caressed the testicles. Marcus stroked my head, and muttered slurredly, leaning against the wall. I breathed more often, the testicles tightened ... I accelerated, and he pressed his head tighter, making small podmahivaniya hips. A warm fountain splashed me in the sky, with my fingers I squeezed the trunk, helping him to pour out.

When I got up, he kissed me. Relaxed embraced, sent a shower at me, turning on the hottest stream. So we stood for a couple of minutes, without moving, under the streams, in a couple of clubs, then he took a shower gel:

- Come on, princess, I'll wash you ...

And it washed, carefully, gently, without losing a single spot, from top to bottom, lips exploring every clean area. When I reached my knees, I sat on the edge of the bath, and put one of my legs on my knee. Deployed towards the lower lips were right in front of his mordahi. Holding his ass with his left hand so that he would not fall on how many floors, he plunged into his face, sucking the clitoris, running two fingers at once inside.I took the towel off the hook, wrapped it on top, and, closing my eyes, gave myself to the sensations. True, from his tender lips, and from the movements of his fingers, I wanted more and more that he entered me with a member, pressing his whole body. I told him so ...

Taking away half the towels from me, he whispered to me:

- I just adore girls who, like this, in plain text, say what they want ...

And, according to tradition, I carried him to bed.

Quickly threw back the veil, lowered me, he fell from above. Spread legs and planted. No, I did not insert it, it was planted - rhythmically and deeply. I hugged his heels in the lower back to reduce amplitude and frequency. He realized from a half-glance that I wanted gently and affectionately, and continued more lazily, stroking his cheeks, constantly kissing ... Then he threw his legs over his shoulders, clutching his chest with one hand, and teasing the second with the clitoris. I took one pace, and did not stray from it, seeing that I was cool. I was covered, but he did not come out, continuing to move slightly even during orgasm. I pushed him with the heel so that he lay down and let me go upstairs. I love to be on top, especially if the guy is handsome - I have not only control, but also the maximum overview. You can put your hands on his chest, lightly pinching his nipples, or on his chest, doing the same. You can either bend over to him and kiss the "rhythm of the waltz", or lean back and forget that there is something besides a warm member that fills you from the inside. At that time, I preferred the first option - to be as close as possible, to merge into one sweaty pulsating tangle. He excited me with one of his appearance, taste, smell ... So after a couple of minutes I finished again. Almost without hands. Marcus followed me - jerked over to spill over his chest and stomach. Then he carefully wiped me with the napkins that stood next to the bed. Guilty looked, and answered my inquiring glance about the proximity of the paper to the bed:

- Yes, I haven't had a girlfriend for a month. Caught!

“I didn’t catch it,” I smiled and went to the bathroom. No, do not swim - for a hat, and in the corridor and grabbed a guitar.

Seeing me, still naked, but in a headdress and musical instrument, Marcus almost fell out of bed with laughter. Then he asked:

- What are you singing about?

- About summer and sex, of course!

- Come on, - he put a pillow under his back and moved closer. I put my right foot on the bed, putting the guitar on my knee, and spent a couple of times checking the settings. And it went ... "Boys of summer", then "Summer of love", and finally, already getting into bed, "This summer gonna hurt like a motherfucker". After Marcus took the guitar, and sang a couple of songs in the style of rock and roll. His voice was low, velvety, so that by the end of the second song I was again excited, and climbed down to the guitar, again starting the blowjob. The member he almost did not get up, but Marcus himself was distracted. Although, having supported an instrument on my head, he still managed to finish the verse ... Then he put it on the floor, he picked me up and whispered:

- You're insatiable, baby! Maybe better eat? I, unlike you, still need to rest ...

Morning

“The worst things about bikers are stereotypes,” said Marcus, when I was lying on his shoulder, shabby and satisfied after having great sex and satisfying food. - That we are such tough guys, beating muzzles, unintelligible in connections, everyone has a gun, a lot of tattoo and beard ...

“You have no beard,” I stroked his chin. - And the tattoo is not. And the gun?

“Why me?” He snorted. “I have a guitar and Harley to put dust in my eyes!”

Marcus himself had a good, intellectual job, and he also loved to read. True, one was from stereotypical bikers - he knew that girls like him. He and his bike.

- Should I call a taxi? I asked, looking at my watch. They showed about three nights.

- How about stay? - He asked, covering me with a blanket.

“Fine,” I replied, and almost instantly fell asleep.

Judging by the sun, I got up late. Marcus is still drih. I decided to take a shower, make breakfast, and then we'll see - Saturday is because you can not run anywhere, if yesterday's magic does not evaporate in daylight.

I climbed into the bath, got under the shower, soaped up strategic places ...Spreading her lips, she touched her pussy, still saping after the night. She remembered how amazing it was ... As he entered, sharply and gently at the same time ... I did not notice how two fingers were inside and I began to rub them, presenting him. Sent to the clitoris shower jet, including the most dense stream. And she didn’t understand how it was not one - the door to the bath had no latches. When she saw it was too late - the curtain jerked back, naked, sleepy and with a morning erection, the guy looked at me. I tried to defuse this awkward moment, smiled and slowly raised both hands. Marcus laughed, got one foot to me, took a shower:

“Hey, you can't leave you alone for a second!”

- Then join me, - I took his ass and almost pulled it completely into the bath. He pressed against my still soapy and slippery skin, kissed it, was still quiet at first, then my tongue penetrated inside, met mine, brighter and deeper. His penis rested against my thigh, I spread my legs so that he was between them, and brought them together again. Now he rubbed against my second lips, entering between tightly packed and well-lubricated thighs. A bit of imitation of sex while we embraced, and then he sat on the side, put me on top, so I hung my legs on the floor, and, holding me behind my back, began to help me move from above. They did not reach the feet to the floor, and the posture was unstable, so everything was happening slowly, and his cock filled me completely. But we were on the same level, could kiss without stopping. His hand, which was on the buttock, moved to the center. Soaked finger knocked on the “back door”, and penetrated inside.

- Do you like ass? - Marcus asked, gently moving it there and the tact of the movements of the penis.

“No, I'm sorry, the offer is not relevant,” I whispered in my ear.

“Okay,” his device went in very deeply and stopped. - Hand to remove?

- No, you can leave, - from the finger in the anus I was catching new sensations, especially now, with my legs wide apart, impaled on my penis all the way, all slippery and wet.

He smiled. He continued to move under me, tightly pressed to him. After a couple of minutes, the frictions became sharper, and he said:

- I'm soon, baby ...

I went back to the bath, took it in my mouth. I pushed my hand between my legs, twirling my clit, feeling that I needed a little too. Under his rapid eruption, I finished, almost simultaneously. The main thing is not to clench my teeth ... But I managed to be careful, especially since I did almost nothing, he used my mouth. I sat in the bath, opened the water and finally washed myself ... Marcus also rinsed, wrapped himself in a towel and started brushing his teeth. I also squeezed the paste on my finger, put it in place of the toothbrush. He started laughing again.

“I thought you cleaned five minutes ago!” And so high quality ...

“No,” I grumbled. - It was a rinse for fresh breath!

After a couple of years, I was again on the shore of the Baltic Sea. About this, and many other things, I will tell a little later ...