It was the morning of the next day. The sun rays, making their way through the leaves of tall poplar growing under the window, slid along our exposed wet bodies. Almost cooled coffee added its bitter aromatic notes to the mixture of smells of lubricant, sperm and passion.

Tanyusha, still not even unfastening the strapon, rested on my shoulder, spreading her finger across the chest absently. She was, like me, a morning person. And I treated the sex with great approval and enthusiasm in the morning. Had, so to speak, an active citizenship. That is, she actively had me in a position already familiar from last night - on my back with my knees raised and my butts divorced. Of course, there was no rudeness, no orders, no dominance. But tenderness and passion - it was, with interest and to the full and convincing finale. And today Tanya decided to play, and for once, we had a joint orgasm. Her - from the dildo fixed on the panties, mine - from her skillful fingers.

- You slept with men? - she had almost no interrogative intonations in her voice.

“Why did you ask so confidently?”

- Just some people already at the first meeting sat on my fingers and did not want to let go, so twisted her ass, podmahival so - just like an experienced slut. So I decided that this kind of intima is very familiar to you.

- And the option that I had previously had the opportunity to bend over under a strapon, or you started toys yourself, do you not consider?

- Well ... this is also possible. Here are just such joy almost always go in a chain. Men are so curious, and they always strive for the new and the unknown. So they quickly move from soapy fingers of their own in the bathroom to toys, and there to a living member. Claw stuck - the whole bird abyss!

- Oh, I hear the expert opinion!

- Ha! And if you tease me, you will still feel the expert opinion! - her fingers ran through the stomach, briefly stroked, teased the weakened member, and began to stroke the little ring of the anus that had not yet closed after the round of fun.

- My fighter, unlike yours, does not need rest! - Collecting a little sperm with her fingers that oozed from the drooping penis on my stomach, she began to lubricate the strap-on head with it.

- And Mrs. Straponess herself also doesn’t need rest? - on the word "madam" Tanya felt a shudder, and playfulness disappeared from her voice.

“Don't call me that, please.” This, this ...

- Only for work?

- Yes, cat. This is just a job.

Not giving even a chance to appear offended, I pulled this magical miracle to me, found sweet sweet lips and took up their unhurried inspection, occasionally yielding a tongue to the tannin, which also already examined my lips throughout.

My hand automatically found and squeezed the neat chest of a woman, caressing and pinching her nipples.

- Want more?

Judging by the ever more frequent breathing, the curved back and the growing greed in kisses - she wanted, she very much wanted. One time to pull me in the morning is clearly not enough to calm the appetite of a mature temperamental woman.

She pulled away, and with visible effort, only when my hand let go of the chest and began to slowly move across the tummy to the bosom - to check if I can get to the "sweet" through the dense fabric of the panties.

- Want! But a little later. Hey, you never answered me!

Seeing on my face a smile in the style of "that was exactly what was intended," Tanya indignantly slapped me on the chest.

- Oh, you sly!

After a short struggle, with laughter, slaps on the pope, light kisses and bites, Tanya was on top, sort of like "winning" and, with a quiet sigh, gently entered me. Already developed ass easily let in a well-oiled phallus. He was small, one and a half times less than what I already had in me at the medical center.But the pleasure delivered to me and her, no less.

Holding my legs wide apart, and slowly moving, pleased with the victory achieved, the woman continued the interrogation.

- Well, since you slept with men? Stretch your hole on thick limbs? - inserting a toy all the way, she began to slowly accelerate the pace. I, having closed my eyes, enjoyed the movement inside myself, trying to relax as much as possible.

- And if you don’t answer, then I have more substantial arguments there!

- Arguments or aggregates?

- And the units too. Did you sleep

With difficulty emerging from the rolling bliss, I nodded in agreement.

- Yeah! Of course, I was right. - slowed down, but not stopping to fuck my ass, Tanya reached out to coffee, and took a small sip.

- And how are your impressions?

- Feelings - cool. Of course, you and your “arguments” are better, but in general - I liked it. That's just ...

- Only?

- It would be more correct to say. I liked sex, but sex is not.

Tanya nodded understandingly. Such an answer to her was apparently completely clear.

- So, to accept a hot, resilient living member in the ass - you do not mind, but you are not welcome any kind of tenderness and advances from men?

- Aha. I felt then ...

- Gay?

In response, I just nodded again. Whatever you say, but talking with an intelligent woman is a pleasure. With an intelligent, intelligent and insanely sexy woman who, during a conversation, strapped your ass measured, it's a triple pleasure!

- Ta-ak, with this, of course, honey. Did you take in your mouth? - Apparently, this question was so interesting to her that she even stopped moving.

- Hey! - but my indignation was completely ignored.

- What is "hey"? You answer come on! And then you get it!

- So I am indignant that I stopped receiving!

- Ay, confused me already! Answer, otherwise you will not get! Here! Come on, tell me how the tongue, jaws and throats worked! - but she still resumed the movement. Not only am I good now and do not want to stop at all.

I tried not to succumb to provocations and portrayed that I did not understand what I was talking about. It was not difficult to do this - it was enough just to focus on the sight of the intermittently swaying hips of the interrogator who interrogated me, and on the sensation of the interrogation tool, which also pressed my prostate steady.

- I see in your fucking eyes that you sucked, sweetie, and swallowed like a slut, and you finished on the tongue, and on the face.

A slap on the buttock followed, not at all painful, playful.

- Well, do not be shy, tell aunt how your mouth had. - Her very look and tone said that there is nothing to be ashamed in front of the one who is hammering your butt, and last night she repeatedly anointed herself over the face, literally pressing this very mouth into the lips of the genital lips.

She was almost all the time yesterday from above. Gently, without rudeness, but almost without giving me the initiative. Control, even without violence, gets her more than good. And this morning, my only decision was to make coffee. Returning then to the gym with cups, I found Tanya thinking about what kind of srapon collection to attach to the already worn panties. I was not asked any questions, my opinion was of no interest to anyone, and all that was required was to take the place of the estate in the most comfortable position for an anticipating smiling woman. True, not everything was so scary. Having already driven a couple of well-smeared fingers into me, Tanya kissed me and whispered “Don't you mind?” Although, as it happens with her almost always, there were practically no interrogative intonations in her “question”.

Now, on the face of Tanya, I already realized that I shouldn’t keep silence any longer. And really, what am I ashamed of then?

- Well ... it was like that. I was young and I needed ...

- Likes?

- If. I needed money.

- ABOUT!!! So I was right, calling you a slut!

- Well, probably you can say so.

- Go on, go on. And I will continue too. - in support of her words, she entered me deeper and now moved her hips in a circle, knocking my breath with stinging waves ...