And it was impossible to take her eyes off her breasts, hidden by a dark blue push-up bra. I recalled the recently read lines from Gilbert Holland - “... beautiful breasts that are slightly raised and moderately full ... Retained, but not squeezed, gently tightened and not flinch. “Between these sweet fruits, so proportional to each other, a small crucifix of the same metal hung on a dense gold chain, gleaming and reflecting the lamp's glow. Like a symbol reminiscent of original sin, blocking the forbidden fruit, so beckoning with its beauty, seducing and pleasing the eye. I don’t be adored by St. Augustine blessed, trying to give her a concise definition of "The proportionality of parts, along with some pleasantness of color." Even if the saints cannot restrain their attraction to the flesh, even by praising graceful forms, what remains for me is just for a mortal, how not to taste this fruit? Do not indulge in passion? Only I wanted to pounce on her.
- Do you want to turn off the light? - she barely tilted her head, with a barely perceptible reproach and a cheerful grin, seeing as I, as if the boy was staring at the hitherto unprecedented charms.

It was as if they brought me out of hypnosis, I jumped to the switch in two steps and twilight reigned in the room, when the eyes got used, everything around would be like the prints of Gustov Dore.
I sat down next to her and ran my hand through my hair, starting at the forehead and ending at the neck. With a slight movement, I unbuckled the bra behind her back (the training years were not in vain). If I had the opportunity to participate in the competition for the unbuttoning of bras for speed, then I would definitely take not the last place. At the same time I do not like bras that unfasten the front, for me it is too simple, devoid of pleasure. If it were necessary to guess the word from three notes to unzip it, dance tap dance and bring out the Dorian tune with the tibia bone on the battery, then I would be happy. One I do not know which one is more convenient in circulation if you wear it every day, although it can always be turned before fastening.

The straps of her bra began to slide off smoothly along her shoulders, she easily freed herself from him, putting her on the sofa arm to her right. And I pounced on her chest, as if they were vessels full of life-giving moisture, found in the middle of the sultry desert, I squeezed her hand, digging my fingers with all my strength, alternating rough pressing with light gentle touches with the tips of my finger on her nipples. I forcefully sank my teeth into it like the juicy flesh of spring fruits full of sugar juices, interuiating it with gentle strokes of my tongue, as if apologizing for being too rude. With the other hand, I squeezed her hair at the back of the head, wound them around my palm, and from time to time I would pull them down with rudeness, satisfying her thirst for submission. She liked everything I was doing, I could feel it in the heat flowing through her, in her suppleness, in her sharp breaths and thunder in her chest.

I took off my shirt, and she ran her nails across my torso several times, then sprinkled him with a number of tender kisses, so cool and hot at the same time, they could heal any wound, it could be the best anesthesia, I would agree to them, even if she cut me with a knife.
We again began to kiss, passionately and quickly, as if for the last time. She stroked my hands, sometimes grasping them with force, I held her waist, squeezing her. She clung to me and I felt the slight chill of her crucifixion adhering to me and immediately the gentle warmth of her breasts. I ran my hands over her back, gripping my skin with force, as if making it clear that she could not get out of nowhere.
- I want you so much. - whispered this baby

I laid her on my back and brought down a hail of kisses on her body, starting from the neck and ending on the stomach, so that not a single square centimeter of her body remained not caressed by me. I switched to affection with my tongue and started drawing circles around her belly, getting closer and closer to its center, with one hand I rested on the sofa, with the other I stroked her between my legs.

When I got to the navel, I came across a piercing from which a sour metallic note spread through the tongue, combined with the light saltiness of her body, she reminded me of Japanese pondzu sauce, which is perfect for many dishes and especially raw foods such as oysters. Oysters, these wonderful seafood, and her name was in tune with the sea. And she herself was for me the most exquisite delicacy, which is used only in its raw form, or rather in the wet. Did I already say I'm a pervert? I felt the hand as the heat proceeded through her wet panties.

I continued to play with my tongue with her womb, I penetrated my hand under her underwear, and began to caress her bosom, having entered him with two fingers, she began to wriggle like lying on hot coals, at this moment there was a rumble of ice falling from the eaves hanging over the windows, I would not be surprised if it was her hot breath that melted them and caused them to collapse. With her hand she stroked my head, I sank lower and lower, combining my caress with my tongue with light bites. My palm was half wet, what a juicy pussy she had, I thought, I was impatient to rip off the remnants of her laundry and I did not hesitate, moved around the sofa so as to be right in front of her and sharply pulled off her panties with both hands . She reminded me of a barely blossoming flower bud, was gentle and hot, I started to caress her using my tongue and complementing the action with my finger — a long-proven technique. Her heavy breathing poured into moans, I do not know how long it lasted, and I heard:
- Come to me. - deep breathing she said

I pulled myself up on my arms to kiss her, she hugged, stroked me and scratched, and I felt her hand begin to slide on my stomach, climbing under the shorts, to say that it was pleasant for me - to say nothing, that's for sure. I hurried off my shorts and climbed a little higher, sitting on my knees so that her stomach was under me, she squeezed my ud tightly with his hand and began, if I may say so, to make forward movements. I squeezed her chest with both hands, she continued to breathe deeply and tempting to move her body, she bit her lips with particular passion and I could not resist entering into them.

At first I stroked her lips with the fingers of my left hand, and they, like Dione, opened from my touch, drawing me into my captivity, I felt the gentle softness, the humidity and hotness of her mouth, she passionately sucked my fingers, looking at it my erection became iron, and I could not hold more, I moved on my knees, raised her head with my hands and entered her beautiful lips, I helped her move her head with her hands, she squeezed her mouth, connecting not only sponges, but also her teeth, I liked this mixture sensations - a little painful and so pleasant . I enjoyed this almost forced blowjob for some time, I had no desire to finish her in there, I wanted to enjoy her pussy. I took my end out of her mouth, bent down to kiss her, it seemed to me that her breath could have melted butter in the fridge of her neighbors, so she was hot, I sank lower, hanging between her legs and then I heard:
- Without condom? - she said a little bit annoyed and tired, continuing to move her body in such a tempting way, burning with passion.
No, I thought, only not now, only not with her, I so wanted to drink it, to plunge into its moisture, to feel it from the inside, to become one without any obstacles.

“No,” I replied, and forcefully entered her, she arched her back, squeezing one hand over the sheets and scratching my other with the other. I did not enter more and more often, I liked to look at her, to hear her breathing and moaning, it put me in a rage.
But I still did not know what to do with it? Fuck or make love? I never guessed to the end what she liked more, or was she a wagon like me? I dipped again ... Read more →