houses?

“It's sharper here,” he smiled and pulled my neck to me, dug into my lips, penetrated my tongue. And I did not let go, immersing myself in this passionate trance, in which I was practically moaning out loud. - Hush, my girl, you still have a lot to do today ...

“Mmm ... promisingly,” his statement echoed with a booming weight in the abdomen. We kissed again, kissed like teenagers, as if we couldn't kiss in any way. Kisses always excited me, and his kisses were just crazy!

I felt the professor's hand on the inside of my thigh and spread my legs wider, obediently passing it. He rubbed his fingers along the sponges, not moving the panties.

- Take off your panties ...

- Are you seriously?..

Of course, seriously. In the eyes of a drop of fun.

- But we are in a cafe! - I tried to be indignant, but I was already looking around, knowing that I would still have to take off my pants. In this, I suddenly felt my beauty. And sharpness.

Sergey Borisovich said nothing, only raised an eyebrow expectantly. I sighed and carefully, under the hem, took off her panties. And put them to the professor in the outstretched palm. He brought them to his nose, took a deep breath, smiling, admiring my embarrassment, and put them in his pocket. And from there he took another thing. I realized that it was only when a man hitched him on a leather seat next to me. It was an artificial phallus, flexible, pale pink, small in size. I looked at him in horror: he was rocking on a suction cup.

- Sergey Borisovich, why ?! - I gasped, but already understood that he wants me to do.

“Sit down,” he nodded at the rubber comrade, smiling slyly, and in his eyes undisguised arousal glowed.

- But ...

- Now the waitress will come ...

The threat worked: I jumped up and, lifting my skirt (good, the hem was wide) carefully sat on the phallus. It was so unusual to feel the penetration of a foreign object into oneself when a man looks at it. I moved up and down on the subject, gladly noticing how the professor’s already blazing eyes flashed. Since I was very excited, and the phallus was small, I, without discomfort, immersed myself in it completely, and still slightly fidgeted in place. It was superfluous - a wave of excitement swept like fiery lightning all over the body.

A waitress entered, and I felt my cheeks flare up like hellishness, that everything around me swam before my eyes.

- ... eat, honey, it's very tasty ... - I suddenly heard the professor's voice through the veil of excitement.

Yeah, eat! Mocks, damn it! But I did not want him to understand my torment, so I smiled sweetly at the professor and took up the food. He also ate, glancing at me. I did not feel the taste of food, I just wanted to move on the penis now, I wanted an orgasm!

- Quickly ate, well done! Now you can jump on it, - he smiled at me, as if reading my thoughts. I leaned on the table and began to move, slowly, up and down, looking straight into the professor's eyes. It suddenly occurred to me that I was jumping on a real man, and Sergey Borisovich was watching us. It struck me so that I closed my eyes and bit my lip so as not to loudly groan.

- Who is fucking you now? Tell me? - he admired me. - Bear?

- Not...

- Someone from your group?

I shook my head. Who would I introduce? Denis, maybe? ..

- Denis Aleksandrovich?

Frightened, looking at him, I immediately looked away and stopped. I suddenly felt scared that there could be such a competition.

- Not.

He fell silent, moved closer. His hand reached under the hem and covered the pubis, his fingers massaged the sensitive button.The professor patted me on the head, suddenly grabbed my hair and pulled it down. I gasped from surprise and keen desire.

- I want you to finish, bitch! Here and now, for me ...

- Professor, I ... I'm only with you ... just for your sake ...

- Yes, girl, yes. Stop it! - he dug into my mouth, and I huddled in his hands, drowning my moan in a kiss. Orgasm blinded, stunned, I wanted to cry for some reason ...

The waitress gasped and hurried out. I already did not care. We kissed for a long time, hugging each other tightly.

- Go...

I nodded. We called a taxi and, having settled, left. My cheeks flared again when the waitress looked at us confusedly. Our rubber hooligan was again hidden in Sergey Borisovich’s pocket.

Tenderness fell on me to the professor: I so wanted to rather give him pleasure. I pressed closer to him in a taxi, my hand was walking over his thigh, from the knee to the groin. He was very excited, I was so drawn to touch this delicate hardness in his pants, that I could not resist and, unbuttoning my fly, I reached into it with my hand. Professor suffering eyes raised to heaven. I did not hesitate for a long time: she leaned over and took the dick in her mouth, with her back to the taxi driver. Sergey Borisovich immediately covered my head with his jacket.

The forbidden fruit is doubly sweeter - I got excited from the process in a matter of seconds. Professor's impudent fingers met with enthusiasm. They felt me ​​under the hem, got into both of my holes, relaxed from the first orgasm. And here is the phallus - it returned to me again, this time in the hand of the professor, hidden under my hem. He steadily moved in me, went out and began to iron the entrance nearby.

I twitched, making it clear that I didn’t want such penetrations now (after all, circumstances do not have), but the professor put my head on the penis deeper, making it clear that he would decide what to insert into me when.

The head of the rubber member rested against the anus and entered. Not painful already, but not very nice. I tried to relax, completely fascinate myself with a delicious delicacy. That helped. And the professor did not immediately begin to penetrate. And then slowly began to push the phallus inside me. When he entered completely, the man took it by the base and began to fuck my ass with a small amplitude, twisting the object inside, rubbing the cherished pleasure point through the wall. My head was spinning from the unusualness of what is happening. It excited unbearable! So, I soon soon pushed my ass on the phallus that drilled me.

I felt the approach of the orgasm of the professor through his deep, sharp penetrations into both of my holes. I diligently swallowed everything that he fed me, unable to hold back the trembling of the body from the new orgasm itself, trying not to choke or be too loud.

But when the phallus was hidden in the sleeve of the professor and I got up from his knees, a taxi was already standing near the house of the professor. I looked with fear in the rearview mirror and saw the driver's eyes sparkling with surprise and admiration. He showed a thumbs up. The sign was addressed to Sergey Borisovich, who nodded his thanks.

- How many with us? - asked my man. The driver shook his head.

- Is that the thing ... which you are so ... her ... With my wife I will try ... - she slyly grinned at his mustache.

I felt reddened to the roots of my hair. The professor looked at me questioningly.

- Crazy ?! - I exclaimed.

He screamed, pulled a rubber penis out of his sleeve, and put it in the pocket of his seat cover in the front seat.

“Thank you ...” said the professor, still smiling gaily, and helped me get out of the car.

- But why? - was indignant still. - He was ... in me! - almost in a whisper added.

- Just think! I'll buy you a new one, - the professor hugged me and smacked on the lips. - You were great! I did not expect such an initiative from you ...

I could not help but smile, the indignation was gone, as if there wasn’t.

- Come soon! I have not been to your two sweet spots today ...

I laughed: the man picked me up and carried me into the house.