pleasure.

- In general, I then after uni only moved to this city. Instead of an apartment - a room, I found a job - there was only enough for survival. So I had to ...

Finish this devil did not give me.

- Sleep with your boss to move up the career ladder? Ah, I imagine - a half-dark office, a sofa in the waiting room, and two semi-naked male bodies woven into a tight knot. One young, slender, handsome. Well, at least from the back, ha! Round ass, ankle-covered pants and underwear. The second one is much older, gray hairs on the chest with drops of sweat, intermittent breathing. Here is the first stomach on the side of the back of the sofa, and his virgin ass knows the power of a thick member, entwined with dark swollen veins. Um ... I just hear those moans. The magnificent duo of imploringly submissive whine of passive and violent growls of the dominant male. And I see his hot, spongy, spicy sperm jerking in your open mouth. Did you feel good about your first time? He was not too rude?

- Oh, imagine yourself! Can I not tell?

- Oh, and I did not guess?

- Is that some points, like the fact that he was older.

- That's the same! - Tanya triumphantly lifted her nose, showing whose intellectual skills it is necessary to envy. - Well, tell me, tell me faster! I'm not iron, and I can not stand for a long time.

By the way - in the process of telling the version of my “first time”, she did not even stop moving for a moment, but also reinforced the words with action, deliberately defiantly chasing the strap-on, depicting that same “dominant male”.

- Everything was not so epic. In the internet met a man who does not hide orientation. After intercourse, I offered to meet at dinner with the prospect of continuing for not very big money. And then - a hotel room, a bottle of brandy, children's cream and a couple of hours at night and half an hour in the morning for the process itself. Well, I had nothing to be ashamed of in this position - therefore I stood on my knees, and jumped on top of myself, and took it into my mouth.

- Well, so not interesting. No adventure.

- For me, it was still an adventure. All the first time.

- So what is next? Was this acquaintance continued?

- Not. As I said, I liked it purely physiologically, and the man himself wasn’t very good, even though he wasn’t rude.

- So. I see that now you will not wait for the details. This means that we will reveal this topic, and you will tell everything - everything - size, volume, taste and other trifles. And now I have a question for you ... - without stopping the movement, Tanya lay down on me, putting her elbows on, tickling my breasts with sharp nipples, and quietly whispered in my ear.

- You will not refuse to accept a man in front of me?

Her breathing burned, her voice quivered with excitement - two dildos, tightly driven into her vagina and ass, to which movement from a strap-on was transmitted by fasteners, were not weak in her plant. And the topic of conversation, too, contributed. Judging by what “version” she voiced - fantasy now gives her just incredibly depraved scenes.

- Uh-uh?

- Details? I have a friend...

- Customer?

- When a client, but now really a friend. He is an artist ...

- In the hallway of his work?

- Basically it. So here. He has long asked me to be a model ...

- In the image of Mrs.

For understanding, I was awarded a deep, passionate, greedy kiss and a slightly accelerated pace and amplitude of movement.

- Yes, it is in this image. But only Victor has one vital and creative rule - he always has sex with his models. He says that “the creator must love what he draws. Otherwise, it is not an art, but a craft. ”But the method of expressing love - it is simple, clear, understandable, has long been invented and tested.

She pronounced the name "Victor" with the emphasis on "o", just like Hugo, evoking associations with the recently read "Les Miserables".

- Hmm, something in his life credo is close to me. And what, all the models agree?

- So you understand? He is a fashionable artist, and he has a hefty line-up of customers.

It was not easy to talk, all the time I wanted to turn away and focus on inner feelings. And, judging by the breathing and reddening breasts, keeping up the conversation was hard not only for me, but also for Tanya. True, her growing excitement almost did not affect the pace of fucking - all the same methodical and measured head of the phallus almost completely emerged from my butt, and without the slightest pause rushed inside to cause me another wave of pleasure with a delicious slap on my hips.

- And what, he them each? Just like you me now?

- No, not the same and not every.

- Just like you, in general, no one can! You are a miracle and a treasure!

- Aha, aha. - the woman quite smiled, and once again dug into my lips with a kiss, into the mouth - with the tongue, and into the anus - with a strap-on. But, to my great regret, very soon it slowed down again, returning to the measured pace, and continued.

- He does not agree to work with everyone. All for the same reason - if the model in it does not cause sympathy, then neither work nor intima will not.

- And the models?

- With men, he almost does not work, but yes - and for them it is a prerequisite.

- Did you pose?

- Of course. Only not one, but with his wife.

- Wife? Is he also married ?!

- Aha.

- And the wife about his "rules" in the course?

- Of course. - judging by the intonation of the answer, Tanya was surprised at the very fact of my surprise with such a relationship.

- Hmm, what can I say - creative people. They have different views.

- They have the most ordinary views. Just Inga does not suffer from hypocrisy, nor hypocrisy, well, he knows for sure that none of the models in Victor’s life will linger. Well ... it's like being jealous of the statue of Venus de Milo, for example.

- Well, what about you? You lingered.

- Oh, I rather linger in the life of Inga, and not Victor.

- And he... ?

- And he, of course, in the course. And just like his wife, he does not suffer from bigotry or hypocrisy. And you?

- What am I?

- Do you suffer?

- Uh ... well, since I have no wife, I don’t know.

- Well ... You also had girls. Are you jealous of them? Or, for example, me?

- Are you my girlfriend?

- Oh, you are a petite parasite! The second day I jump on a strap-on - and such questions! Or, as the youth says, “the bed is not yet a reason for dating”? - Tanya was indignantly played, it was clear that in general her conversation was amusing.

- Reason, occasion. I had a different meaning. Do you consider yourself my girlfriend? - This seemingly provocative question did not make her think. She just smiled impishly, and in time with the continuing backward-forward movements she said.

- And I consider myself your girlfriend. And I consider you my girlfriend!

- Is that so?

- Yes exactly. And this very girl of mine does not want to wear stockings and does not obey at all. For what I spank it necessarily!

- What, right now?

- Now? - Tanya portrayed thoughtfulness. - Mm, no. Now I have very different plans!

- what are the same?

- Now I have plans to find out if I see how my pretty little girl will put her gorgeous, elastic, tanned, athletic ass under the male member. - Each of the epithets, describing my ass, she accompanied by deep strong blows of the strap-on, with exhalations driving it into this very ass for the very eggs.

With difficulty collecting my thoughts, I was still able to ask a question. Although I didn’t want to think and speak at all, I just wanted this woman to continue and continue to move within me.

- And then what's in the plans?

She again depicted a deep thought, putting a finger to her lips and slightly bowing her head.

- And then look at her behavior. Here!

Satisfied with herself, Tanya again lay on my chest, not hesitating to smear the tummy in the seminal fluid flowing from the penis.

- So do you agree?

- Do you have to play the girl?

“Nah, you’ll be a girl just for me.” Obedient, affectionate, sweet girl with a hospitable ass! Agree?

In response, I just nodded, and our dialogue stopped for clear and understandable reasons.

Oh gods, how good Tanya is. The strap-on slipped inside of me, giving an incomparable sensation of fullness, bliss, relaxation and pleasure. Relying on my

raised knees, she accelerated and accelerated everything, and I tried to press the phallus with my muscles a little to add more buzz to her. It turned out not very much - the anus already developed during the conversation easily let in an elastic, well-oiled plastic.

Slaps of wet thighs, tightly clutching my palm ankles, half-closed eyes, bitten sponge, white even teeth, gleaming sweat droplets, sandalwood, coffee and wet panties, excited nipples, reddened breasts and ears, intermittent breathing, groans - the incarnation was taken by the woman. .

Faster, even faster, short movements in the very depths, the already familiar long groan-exhalation - and Tanya relaxed again lies on my chest.

- Whew, good. Honey, you have no ass, but just some jade cave of pleasure. Fuck, fuck and fuck again! - she made a couple of lazy frictions, with a whining sigh - the resulting orgasm has not yet released her bosom, and every movement of the dildo inside responded in her body with a shudder of pleasure.

Licking gently papilla, and then biting it, she finally got out of me, and exhausted lay next. I, taking advantage of the respite, began to fiddle around with the clasps, tightening the "instrument of labor" from it.

Carefully, without haste, he pulled a plastic dildo out of the vagina and priests, and, taking a napkin, wiped his wet and slippery lips, admiring the magnificence of the view that opened up. Of course, he could not resist, and bending down, he dug a kiss into this beauty, pulled her lips into himself, and launched his tongue as deep as possible. Another moan and trembling thighs pressed to me was my reward.

I wanted to continue, but my palm launched into my hair did not pull me closer, as usual, but, on the contrary, gently pushed me away.

- Enough, sweet tooth, you still have time to get angry. Come to me. - Stretching, giving me once again to admire his magnificent trained body, Tanya lay on her side, slapping her palm behind her back.

She wrapped herself in my arms like a blanket, she pressed her legs, ass and back against me and immediately began to twist this ass, raising my fighter, who had worn down during the prostate massage, to “fight”.

Making sure that he was fully prepared, she purred again:

- Come to me, kitten. And even better - go to me!

Well, I did not, of course, ignore such a request, and my cock confidently dived into the wet depth. But before I could start “simple movements” - it was stopped by the palm of a woman.

- You went a little bit there. - arched, and moving away a bit, she took my dick and confidently put it to her anus.

- Here come, my good. Here it is. - and slipping on the lubricant, easily overcoming the resistance of the sphincter that had not yet closed after the dildo, my member found himself in a well-developed, elastic, gorgeous ass that had occupied my dreams from the very first meeting, when I saw her in the medical center office.

- Not one but my beautiful ass female fuck! - Tanya purred, arching harder, and literally sitting down on the dick standing by the stake.

After that, Scheherazade stopped talking, because, having mastered a little, I put it on my tummy, pressed it into the sofa and started to perform the most pleasant male duty - the satisfaction of a woman moaning with pleasure.