Tamila wriggled and jerked her hips, nailed to the bed with Elmarmo's lips and hand. He thrust his fingers into her vagina and forcefully began to press him upwards, without stopping the kiss. Tamila convulsed, making unprecedented, unbearable sounds that simply could not stand ...

Nastya realized that she was caressing herself between her legs, only when Elmarmo’s hand was there.

- Do you know how so much? - Incending whisper rang out.

- Aaaaa ... - Nastya gasped: his hands spread over the body, crushing his chest.

“Caress yourself, do not be shy,” Elmaro whispered, slowly and severely squeezing Nastino's body. Screen Elmaro just inserted a member of Tamila, beaming shrill smile.

- See that smile? - Elmaro wheezed alive while the onscreen slid member in the womb of Tamila. Nastya could clearly see how he dives and emerges in pink folds. - Angel and the devil together. And in you, Leah, - he squeezed her nipple, and Nastya howled like Tamila, - and you have this angel and this devil.

Without warning, he clung to her mouth. Nastya almost choked, - while he sucked her in, he lifted Nastya out of the chair and grabbed her between her legs, holding her almost in the air. His wet, unceremonious tongue covered Nastia’s breath, her hand spread a squishing vagina ...

- Mneeee! - Nastya roared, feeling that Tamila shouted her scream. She was a hair away from an orgasm, and this hair tickled her in the very heart, in the deepest depth ...

And Elmaro, who laid her down on the bed, suddenly filled her tight, fleshy, sneaking up to that very depth. It was monstrously strange, unusual, wild and maybe painful - Nastya did not know, stunned by the new sensation of the member in the body.

“Move your hips,” Elmaro taught her. - Move-move, do not be afraid. You are already very excited, you should be kayfovo. Catch the buzz. Well! Catch! Catch ...

And Nastya caught! Once, another shook her hips, podmahivaya towards Elmaro - and suddenly filled with an indescribable feeling of fullness and moisture. The member who pulled her quenched her body hunger and teased him even more, quenched and teased, quenched and teased, bursting into her the depth of the depths ...

It could not be described or remembered. Nastya melted under Elmaro, swaying with him in this heavenly swing, and it was a long, long time, and all this time the pleasure intensified until she swallowed it fatally, and Nastya did not finish, tearing her throat ...

“This is a bit like real sex,” Elmaro said, stroking her.

His voice was either tired of the love race, or sad.

- Seem to be? - meekly asked Nastya. All she was full of sweet honey, and her voice was honey, and look, and smile. - If it is "similar", then how is the "real"?

“The real one is when I am not only you, but you are me.” When we communicate and enjoy we get to know each other better and deeper than in life. Do you understand?

- Yeah ... - blissfully pulled Nastya.

- You do not understand anything. Here I am for you now? Insolent, brilliant, okhuitelny, angry and smug asshole, right?

Nastya puffed.

“And for me you are a gentle, nice girl, who I am shocking and teasing to beat out fucking and turn the same brilliant shit as I ... And what are we real - we never know ... Sleep, I see that takes you away. I will be here, Nastya. I will be with you...

He stroked her, gently and gently touching the skin. Soon Nastya snuffled, blissfully curving up on his bed and not noticing that he had called her Nastya again.

Covering her with a blanket, Elmaro stood up. Then he went to the screen, where the last frame of the pornography froze.

“Tamila ...” he whispered, sobbing like a girl.

***

Half a year has passed.

Every day it seemed to Nastya that he was full of events and had no end. But - amazing thing - weeks and months flew faster than days. Elmaro fully took all her time, 24 hours a day. He did not even allow her to go to her parents. At night, in a dream, he firmly held her like an ivy bear. The rest of the time was occupied by endless activities and sex, smoothly flowing into each other.

Sex for Elmarro was really something very close to dance and necessary for him. Nastya understood this not immediately, but only when she herself learned to take the initiative, to excite Elmaro, control his enjoyment and communicate with him on an equal footing. Then she could feel his body and keep this feeling in the dance. She herself saw how important this was and tried her best. These were the real lessons, which differed from all the others only in that they were indescribably pleasant, but no less exhausting than dance rehearsals. Sex for Nastya was a real work. For a month or two, she turned into an experienced getter, knowing many subtleties of the male body. Such a hetera was impossible in a girl with a scythe, but was in perfect harmony with the white-headed Leah.

Elmaro constantly put her pornoroliki with Tamila, which nasnimal huge number. He also continuously shot his sex with Nastya and showed her, arranging debriefing. He never said during sex what was wrong, saving criticism for watching the recording. Initially, Nastya burst with shame, watching firsthand how her fuck in all three holes (her mouth and anus lost her virginity in the first week), but then got used to it, and the restraint was gone - a purely business attitude remained to the topic. And, of course, excitement, inescapable acute arousal, which Nastya learned to maintain in herself, as a stage tone. There was always more excitement than manipulation - that was the main principle; Elmaro was able to follow this and taught Nastya.

In sex with him, Nastya experienced a deadly, incomparable pleasure, - she did not know that this was possible, and the experience of touching the dark depths of her body greatly changed her. And, more importantly, she learned to give Elmaro the same pleasure. Their sex, when she became a skillful lover, was a game of two equal players who excitedly tormented and tortured each other. It was like a bet - “and you are weak?”, A kind of endurance race, where there was a stake - who stronger excites a partner, lasts longer, does not finish and does not waste excitement. The most prohibitively sharp and painful was not the orgasm, but the moment of its inevitability - a sweet loss, when the partner suddenly realized that he could no longer. It was as if Nastya were catching up on catching up - she felt before this moment a real fear, tasty and exciting, which did not dull with experience, but increased. She was able to finish for five minutes in a row. After such torture, Nastya could not do anything and instantly fell asleep for several hours.

There was very little warmth and tenderness in their sex. More precisely, they were not at all. Laski Elmaro was a game of "you can not stand it and you burst from pleasure", and not emotion. He spoke directly about this:

- In the dance emotions should be experienced by the viewer, not the dancer. Here, as in sex: experience, cold calculation and a lot of excitement. Now you understand why real passion is always cold?

Tenderness, he allowed himself only after sex. At these moments, the haggard Elmaro became sad and stroked Nastya, not leaving her, although he could turn away and fall asleep. She adored these moments, waited for them more than an orgasm, and the farther away - the more angry was Elmaro that there were so few of them and that he was so mean.

Their rehearsals were very much like sex.They were just as exhausting, gambling, and exciting, and Elmaro also never criticized Nastya in them, saving all comments to view the record. They went through a huge amount of material with him, repeating the whole show with Tamila, as well as the shows of other dancers, and Elmaro demanded that Nastya not only repeat the dance, but also criticize and contribute something of her own, making it better. “If you can’t do better, you’re nobody,” he told her. He did not humiliate Nastya, but demanded 120% of her dedication, and Nastya saw that she could not cope. Surprisingly: the more she knew how - the more she understood how little she could. Elmaro was unsurpassed, ... Read more →