in the room. I grabbed my purse and headed for the shower. What a sin to confess. I aspired to this and wanted to initially. Therefore, I took everything to prepare with me ...

You lay and watched TV. I quietly, like a kitten crawled and lay down next. Your hand fell like a business man. I gently kissed your shoulder, chest, going lower and lower. A wet head rested against her chin. You're ready again. I licked it and looked at you expectantly, lifting my head. Your eyes again burned with a devilish black fire. I suddenly felt scared. But I do not intend to retreat. Overcoming fear, I smiled at you. You hugged me and kissed me, depriving me of the slightest doubt. And then you caressed ... caressed for a long time, sophisticated. Everywhere. To moan. Until scream. To madness with the eyes. And then, bending down to my ear, I hotly and passionately whispered: "Get up on your knees and turn towards me!" In silence, the lid of a can with a special lubricant whispered quietly. And then I felt your fingers on the anus, wet, slippery and stubbornly penetrating inward, pushing the pink hole squeezed in fear.

I froze. And again the fear of pain filled the mind, displacing excitement and desire. You understand, feel it. Leaning over me, you whispered gently, tenderly: “Zai, do not be afraid. I won't hurt you. Trust me! ”And your fingers at this time penetrated further, extending the passage, smearing inside and ... touching something, which made all fears disappear at once, and desire and excitement filled me to the full. I relaxed and closed my eyes, surrendering to the senses. It was nice. But the excitement and feeling of desire was different, not the same as when penetrating pussy. No, they were not less. They were just OTHERS. But also mind-blowing. This comparative analysis ended. I felt like a wet, very slippery head leaning against my hole, as if trying on, aiming. I shrank again. Harsh cotton over the buttock. I flinched. The head immediately entered the anus relaxed for a moment. The pain spread softly inside. And along with it, the body was filled with something else, incredibly pleasant, good, making the body shiver and move towards.

So difficult to convey this state! When it contains desire, excitement, passion and many more different shades of lust, which are simply impossible to describe! You moved slowly, gradually expanding your path. And I was moaning from the pain, dug my hands and teeth into the upholstery of the sofa, often breathing, then from the unknown, unearthly pleasure, moving towards myself and wanting to accept it all, completely. And suddenly it became quite easy. Good, nice and pain gone. At all. Only pleasure. I bent and relaxed. And you moved. First, quietly, as if hesitantly, checking whether it really does not hurt me. I whined like a little bitch, I wildly wanted more ... more. And then you began to move quickly, roughly, violently plunging into me. Fingernails slipped on the upholstery of the sofa, and I was baldela, flying away somewhere, listening to these movements inside. And suddenly she felt that she was approaching an orgasm. It is approaching, rolling with each thrust more and more, more and more brightly. In waves. Rolling back and stepping back. I froze, afraid to scare these sensations. And I was overwhelmed, covered with the head, another sweet and friable wave. And again it was a new, unexplored by me, still the highest pleasure. I finished, breathing hard, feeling the anus contract and squeeze the sliding cock. You kept moving, more and more. Another pair of punches. Your body arched, or moan, or roar, and the jolts of sperm inside said about your orgasm.

We lay silent for a long time. I looked into your face. You smiled at something. Then he pulled my face, looked at my eyes seriously for a long time, and said: “I love you” ... And it was night. OneBut crazy, passionate, with quarrels and reconciliations, very tough and tender. And so short !!!

In the morning I watched the plane take off and thought that this happiness does not happen to everyone. The fact that it may well be that people experiencing such passions do not live together. The fact that everything again went into virtual life. And that it will remain with us for the whole life the most wonderful memory. I grinned: well, here ... again. There is something to remember, but the children have nothing to tell ...