to talk How do you look at it?

Somewhat surprised, I thought for a moment. The recent garbage with Gretta and her frank blyadstvo, pushed me to retaliate revenge.

- Well, I'm all for it, the stump is clear.

Actually the meeting with Leroy took place in a couple of days, this coming weekend. It was a cool and overcast day, but we walked quite well. In contrast to Gretta, Lera talked a lot, sometimes too much. Having walked with her, I remembered thoroughly how active she was - if she saw some stuff, she would go wildly agitated there. Also included were stories about stalking in large quantities. The style of clothing I liked her, although she was dressed simply, but with taste - jeans, black hooded training jacket, black top. Having walked, we agreed on the next meeting, at the beginning of the week, the benefit was the weekend.

"I wonder what she is in bed?" I thought.

The answer to this, I received after our second date on Tuesday, when she, actively working with her hips, was moving on my penis. Her long hair looked beautiful in the darkness of the room on her fair skin, eyes closed, she threw back her head. Her pussy flowed abundantly, it seemed she wanted to push me into the sofa, with her vagina, having bent a lot on me, she began to ride. She gave me a crazy rhythm, a member began to buzz, I even got dark in the eyes of her frantic movements. Taking my hand, she began to suck on her index finger.

- Come on, baby, I want you to fuck me on weight.

This statement, a little caught me by surprise, since I was already rather tired, but having gathered, I, without taking out the member, took her legs from behind, she hugged me, and with great effort, I got up, lifting her. She again began to sit down on me, however, very soon I took the initiative and began to fuck her. Judging by her face, my actions, she was completely satisfied. I began to kiss her under the earlobe, and try to penetrate as deeply as possible into her vagina, which was squeezing my cock with mad pressure. Looking into each other's eyes, we began to cum. I, sensing the approach of an orgasm, pulled out a member, and she, releasing me, sat on her knees next to me and opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, waiting for my sperm.

“Well, we are good fellows,” she said, when we were finishing to wash, “we finished at the same time, rarely that.”

- What usually?

“And usually guys end up before me, so it’s not the best way.”

I grinned.

- What is our synergy with you?

- What? What is it?

- Well, we are on the same wavelength.

We dried off and went to sleep.

“What clever words you know.”

- Itself surprised, whence this word remembered.

The next few days were the most ordinary, work, study, part-time work, except that calls from Lera were added, and they dropped from Gretta. More precisely, if we talk about Grett - she once called, but I did not pick up the phone. And on Friday, something happened that I never expected. So it turned out that that day, I was freed earlier than usual, and decided to call in one store in the city center. Having bought everything I needed, I walked through the streets, admiring how the day gave way to the evening, how the lanterns gradually came on and the city entered the evening rhythm of life. Passing past one of the hotel’s roads, I looked at the entrance and was stunned — out of the door, accompanied by some man, by the sight of fifty years, Gretta was leaving. She was holding his arm, he was richly dressed enough, but the most shocking for me was how she was dressed.

Black boots with a heel, stockings in a grid, red skirt, black shirt and a very expensive cardigan on top. She was very well made up, sat down in an expensive foreign car, they left. For a couple of seconds, I stood there, dumbfounded, looking after them, and then, I began to overwhelm with anger “Shalava! Here's how it all is ... “I could not calm down then, and with angry feelings, I went home.Late in the evening, SMS came from her: “Where have you gone?” I have not seen you for a long time. ”I did not respond to this message. We must take revenge on her, we need to come up with something. Or somehow get in touch with these guys? What to do? The next day, a message arrived and she sent me a video. “If you do not want to write to me, then maybe you will like this video?” Opening the video file, I understood what would be there, my breath caught, and the member became stone ...