In student years with sex most often happens, as in a joke - is with whom, is what, but not where. So, lust often has to be met anywhere and at random, far from the comfortable conditions of the bed and the bedroom. But there is something in it, something invigorating, exciting, giving the orgasm even more color.

On such things often could get hooked like a natural drug. Actually, Sasha and I, after getting registered, often indulged in different places, and once we almost flew for it. I was still thinking about Anka, because her sports ass and long, well, very long legs could cause meyan riser from just one memory. But all my advances, and even attempts to give her drink to herself, she nullified. Say, all so correct and before the wedding, no, no.

But Sasha never did a great job out of ordinary sex, but she was dragged from anal sex like the last slut, she knew about it and didn’t suffer any remorse about it. She loved so here, spontaneously and to the impossibility, and on much was generally agree.

So, once we were going to devote another night to hot sex. But she threw me a sms that lingers. And I was already, as they say, on edge. After waiting an hour, literally struggling with a periodically approaching erection, I decided that I no longer could, and went after her.

Sasha took courses of art at our sharaga. By simple - I also studied drawing as an artist. And today she stayed in the studio. I quickly found it, as it was summer, evening, and most of the creative students already scattered where - just to drink and indulge in debauchery. And only on one floor in one audience the light was still burning.

I looked inside, and found Sasha right in the process.

She painted there some still life. In a rather spacious studio, with a high ceiling, a white plate with all sorts of fruits lay on a white cubed cabinet. Behind the pedestal in the corner was a full-length mirror, half covered with drapery.

Sasha, putting an easel, standing carefully transferred all this stuff to the canvas. The stuffiness on the top floor was unbearable, so all the windows were open, but even this weak whiff did not help.

To somehow cope with the heat, Sasha was even partly stripped. In addition to light sandals on her bare feet, she was wearing a mini-skirt and an apron. And that's all. Her lightweight jacket and T-shirt lay side by side on a chair. Not being shy, Sasha tied an apron, smeared with paint in different places, right on her bare chest. Her bare, tanned back, from the neck under the hair grabbed to the waist of her skirt, glistened in the light of the lamp on the ceiling.

Silently closing the door behind me, I crept up to her and hugged her waist and stomach from behind.

- Gotcha!

- Ay! - Sasha even screamed, and slightly slanted me with her elbow into the solar plexus.

- Moron! And if I have a heart!

“My own fault,” I said into her ear. “I’m waiting for you for so much, wine there, I bought my own fruit, and she’s here ... is that a banana?” - I pointed to her picture.

- You yourself, a banana, - she angrily turned her head away from my face. - I have to take it tomorrow.

- Yeah, and you just forgot about it. When we agreed in a week. Very comfortably.

- Well, dude, it happens.

- Yeah. Do you know what happens to those who cheat?

I then began to emerge one idea. I caught her reflection in the mirror - Sasha, frowning in displeasure, continued to apply the unfortunate fruits on the canvas with strokes.

“They are being punished,” I quite stretched the word. And with one hand he slid behind the apron, pushing it aside, running his hand up her sweaty body, until he groped and rounded the breast, moist, sweaty and so pleasant, exposing it to the rough fabric of the apron.

At the same time I pressed against her so that she felt my sticking out member under jeans, already rather firm, resting against her buttock.

- Leave me alone, - she bukrunla.

- But the fact that?

I began to massage her breast, squeezing harder and longer, bringing her fingers from the edges of the breast to her nipple, and back, as if giving out her. Gradually, her nipple began to respond, hardening.

- So ... back off, said the same. No way today! - she again hissed evil, jerking her head, and continued to draw. A pretty sweet grimace of discontent was still reflected in the mirror.

- Yes, do not be distracted, we are so ... not for long.

With my second hand, I laid my hand on her inner thighs, at the base of her butt. Squeezing the buttock, I get another dissatisfied poke with my elbow, and then even a wave of my free hand, though, by, but she still did not tear herself away from her picture. And I continued.

Releasing my lips to her neck, I walked a series of long kisses from the clavicle to the cheekbone, although she tried to throw me off in sharp jerks. Sasha definitely liked it, although she pretended to be extremely focused.

Stroking her ass, I felt the gum panties and began to pull them off.

- Well, well, well! Wait! - she tried to dodge, but my hand on her chest kept her in place. - Well! Arms!

Panties, in spite of everything, safely dropped above the knees, remaining on the hips.

- Returned back!

- Why are you? Play and give.

With my free hand, I walked up my thigh again and felt her anus hole. She held her breath and even closed her eyes, and her brush stopped in her picture. Buttocks tightened., Tightened, clasping my hand.

“Don't you dare ...,” she said, already changing to a more thoracic head, swallowing hard.

Without answering her, with my index finger I began to circle the anus with circular movements. She made a long noisy breath, still not relaxing, but I was persistent.

My second hand under the same apron, slightly sticking it out, moved to the other breast, which was pierced in the nipple, pressing the first bosom with the crook of the elbow. I began to play with a ring in her skin, slightly pulling it off and releasing it back.

Sasha has already flowed. I could tell it only on her skin, which went pimples. In the mirror, it was clear that the brush in her hand made an uneven smear on the canvas, and she grunted with displeasure. But most of all it was given by a glance, already becoming empty and wandering.

“Infection ...,” she said haughtily.

- Who?

- You, who else? - answered me already with a gasp.

Clasping the second breast, with the index finger of my other hand, I began to penetrate her anus, slowly but persistently. She did not strain anymore, and somewhere in the middle of her finger relaxed, so things went easier. I began to stick my finger out almost to the nail and enter them back, still squeezing her chest, and covering my neck with shorter and more jerky kisses.

For a while she tried to draw something else there, even with such an action, but soon she began to moan and squeeze her hand with one hand, while the other one clutched my fingers under the apron.

- Well, bitch ... well, let me ... I do not have time! - already asking tone she turned to me.

No longer listening to her, I pulled my finger out of the bottom, and loosened the apron strings above the skirt. Then he quickly pulled the panties up to the shins, and ran through one Sashkin's leg.

- Do not you dare, hear! Cattle! I will fill up - scholarships will be deprived!

- Nothing, I will help then finish your art.

I moved the chair with her things closer and with a quick movement put one Sashkin's foot on the chair so that her best ass was opened to her ass. After that, I again returned two fingers inside it, the index and middle fingers, entering and exiting. With my free hand I began to hold Sasha by the waist. She was still trying to unhook me with her free hand, but at some point she simply ceased, giving herself up to the excitement. A brush fell on the floor, and both her hands clung to my hand, which I clasped over the apron at the waist.

She was breathing heavily and moaning. Gradually, I added a third finger, and, reducing ...