- Do not look at me so. - she asked. - You look at me like that, I feel as if under the spotlight of the spotlights naked in a television studio.

- You are adorable. - I croaked in response, bringing my face close to her groin, clasped her hips with both hands.

I had a wild desire to smell the girl. Smell there. A beautiful, well-groomed girl, watching herself, fashionably and stylishly dressed, the question is - how does she smell there? And the question at that time was so - how nice does a girl smell? I didn’t even think that a young, pleasant in all respects girl can smell unpleasant in the crotch.

The tart, sweet-smelling smell of the Vicky panties hit my nose, the feeling that I was sniffing a woman between my legs, my head was spinning so that my hands even weakened for a moment and my whole body covered with cold sweat. I still remember the lilac smell that I did not understand, and the piquant notes of urine, which could have been without them, the second day on the road, but, nevertheless, I loved everything so much. Hand picked up the edge of her panties, pushed aside, exposing the girl's labia (pussy vagina? Pussy? - I do not know). Shallowly and often breathing, my brain eagerly absorbed and memorized new smells for it.

For a few seconds he pulled back to pull off her panties and again lay down on the place, carefully considering the female beauty. Carefully shaved, without hair removal, pubis, fleshy labia reliably hid Vick's intimate inner world, from where a whitish translucent drop of female secret emerged. Of course, a bit I tasted, licked it right from the place where it came from. The secret smelled something unrealistically exciting, something warm and sweet, but it was completely neutral in taste, but the sponges turned out to be very soft and pliable and my tongue unexpectedly easily fell between them, where I felt a salty-sour with hints of bitterness .

He glanced at Vicki’s face. If earlier she closely followed my reactions to her more and more exposed body, now her eyes were closed, her mouth, on the contrary, was slightly open, sometimes she quickly licked her lips with her tongue. Did she start up? This discovery inspired me. To make it easier for me, I spread Vika's legs, now I had access to Vika's pope. A brown spot between the buttocks, about the size of a ruble, was wrinkled towards the center, towards a small, tight opening. I ran my finger along the buttocks to him and tried to stick my finger inside the priests. With difficulty, but I did it. But before I could realize the tenderness behind the anus, Vika started slightly, and, straining her buttock muscles, pushed my finger out.

- Do not. She breathed. - painfully.

Well, do not, so do not. Having pressed my mouth to the crotch of the girl, I, with a powerful stroke of the tongue, walked from the perineum, on the labia to the border, where a narrow strip of Vika's intimate hairstyle began. At the very end of the path, where the sponges close together, with the tongue I felt a seal, the size of a cherry pit. Clitoris - I guessed. In confirmation of my guess, when I touched his tongue, Vika jerked slightly.

Having walked my tongue along the vagina a couple of times, I decided to concentrate fully on my find. With the tongue I wrapped circles around him, circled the eights, with force licked from top to bottom and from left to right, sometimes when the tongue got tired, I tightly wrapped the pea in my lips and powerfully sucked it into myself. I tried to help myself and with my hand, lubricated my index finger with a female lubricant, which flowed abundantly from Wiki, and gently massaged my clitoris, but by the reaction of Vicki I understood that she liked it less. Vika is now not just trembling in time with my caresses, now her whole body was constantly shaking in pleasure. And at the same time, surprisingly, Vika was silent.She threw her little pelvis with her pelvis, while sometimes quite sensitively striking her pubis on my lips, her legs would move apart for the most I could not, then they squeezed strongly, while my head was so strongly fixed in a certain position that I began to fear that Vika was just turn my neck. With her hands she convulsively ruffled my hair, and in those moments when my head was tightly fixed with her sweaty thighs on both sides, her hands strongly tried to press my head even more towards the girl's vagina.

I did not notice the moment of her orgasm. Just after the next convulsive compression of the hips, Vika exhaled loudly and suddenly sharply relaxed all her muscles. I looked at her in bewilderment — the girl was lying with a rag doll, her eyes were covered, and a wandering smile on her face.

I pulled away from her, stroked her hand and asked, frightened:

- What?! You feel bad?

She slightly shook her head, said nothing. I sat next to her, not knowing what to do, just stroking her on the wet thigh of sweat. Felt stupid, not understanding what was going on.

- All is well. - whispered the girl after a couple of minutes.

- You ... finished? - I asked and blushed.

Vick nodded.

“It was ...” she paused, picking up the word, “amazing.” - Vika smiled shyly.

With some effort, she sat down on the couch and looked at me, my face, all smeared with her discharge, lingering at the spot where my underpants were bulging with my bolt.

- My poor, I suffered. - she felt sorry for me. - Well, nothing, now and you will turn.

Vika rummaged in her purse, pulled out some wet wipes, and she wiped my face. The familiar smell of lilac. That's why she smelled like that there! Intimate hygiene on the road with wet wipes.

- As you want? She asked when she finished wiping me.

“I ... want to go back.” - I decided.

- Good. - agreed Vika. - just be careful, right after that there ... very sensitive. She warned me.

With these words, she turned her back to me, rested her elbows on the couch and arched her back in the lower back. Her buttocks parted, again revealing a divine view of all the intimate holes of Vika. I admired her brown spot of the anus for a few seconds, on the red lips of the labia, then gently ran my finger from the clitoris to the shriveled anus ringlet. There is some revelation in this woman’s pose, a woman’s demonstration of her confidence in a man standing behind her. Something like - look, I'm open to you all, do no harm to me!

I pulled the skin off the head of the dick, the head glistened, and I decided that some kind of lubricant was not necessary. With these thoughts and carefully put the dick to the vagina and pressed. Naturally, due to inexperience, I did not get there. Vika jerked forward, then returned to her place, but now she decided to send me to the right place by herself. Taking a member in her hands, she put it to her secret entrance, waited for me to come forward and the member would start to enter it, after which she rested again with both hands on the couch.

Trying on my partner, I swung a couple of times without inserting the bolt to its full length, then slowly introduced the dick to the full depth I could, so my scrotum touched the female pubis, pulled out almost completely and only then, tightly clutching my fellow traveler by the hips I started to hammer her.

This is the moment I dreamed of from the moment when I, as a teenager, first looked at some porn on the Internet. It seemed to me that my first time would be something divinely delightful, the moment of contact of my member with the female vagina seemed to me something insanely pleasant. The reality has somewhat disappointed me, the immediate sex itself turned out to be a completely mundane process. Intimate anticipation, prelude, when you still do not know whether it will work or not, when you only seduce your partner (or seduce you?) - in fact it turned out to be a more exciting and pleasant process.But of course, all these thoughts were drowned out by the feeling of owning a woman, a beautiful, sexy, price-conscious woman! Having met such a gaze in the street, I would most likely have withdrawn my gaze in complete insecurity. Yes, I would dream, imagining what a girl is ... Read more →