That night, I walked and tried to figure out the halls of my mind. Did I, that same man who always preached to everybody that he needed to hold on to the end, did the same? No, I was not tormented by the feeling of some kind of betrayal on my part, quite the contrary, I felt some kind of lightness and freedom. Having carried out a deep analysis of my thoughts, which continually overwhelmed my mind and did not allow me to concentrate and calm down, I still could not find the answer to the question: why did I enjoy it all so much and why did I still not devour my conscience? A few days have passed. Slowly, having come to terms with the mess in my head and starting to come to my senses, I began to forget about what happened and, smiling at the unloved person, continued to build relationships with him.

In the evening, sitting in front of a computer and leafing through some public books, I suddenly received a text message on my phone: “What are you doing tonight?”. I shuddered. It was her number, the very, hot, passionate and sexy girl with forever blue eyes, whose eyes burned through my heart and made my dick jump up at the speed of a bullet. "Nothing serious," I replied dryly. And suddenly, for unknown reasons, she paused. Visited her beloved? Thoughts of a similar nature were spinning in my head. Everything turned out to be much more banal. She did not want to impose herself. After waiting for about half an hour, I wondered what she wanted, and received a standard answer for her: "Yes, in principle, nothing." Subsequently, the phrases on the similarity: "Yes, in principle, nothing," "No, I did not miss," "What makes you think that I love you?" - became standard. It was a peculiar part of the game. And whoever said first: “I miss” or even worse, “I love you”, he lost. Realizing that she wants to see me, but she will never say this, without thinking twice, throwing on her leather jacket and notifying the housewives that I was going to roam somewhere, I headed straight to the address where all the facets of freedom opened to me and I was accepted as I am.

When I arrived at the entrance, I thought: “Is it worth it?”, But there were no options to retreat. Clicking the lock, the metal door of her apartment slowly opened and ... she struck me outright. I had a little girl standing in front of me, yes, yes, you heard right, it was a girl, direct and playful, in short homemade shorts, which tightly clasped her legs and in a white T-shirt that lay so tight on her body and especially highlight her breasts with nipples protruding from arousal . “Leng, here you are an infection” - I thought to myself and went to the apartment. In the corridor, however, as in all the other rooms there was a damn strange and at the same time inspiring mess. Langa jumped over a pile of some dumped things and said:

- Go to the hall and sit on the couch, I'll go now

“Of course, not a question,” I replied, trying not to show how much I was interested in her. And it was very difficult.

After a couple of three minutes, she returned to the room. We sat down, chatted about something about our own, laughed and I do not remember at what point, but she suddenly took the initiative. Apparently she was tired of just chatting with me. And here is opposite to me, and if I say rather, on myself, I see her. About this feeling, when you, having forgotten about everything in the world, simply drown in a person. At this moment, it is as if time stops and there is no one else and nothing in the universe except you.

Very rapidly, we went to the stage with kisses. I kissed her neck thinly, barely touching, breathing in every millimeter of her skin, which was already goosebumped. Running my hands through her gorgeous hair, I tried to catch the subtle notes of her smell. Every woman smells differently. This is a special feeling when you can catch her natural aroma of excitement.

My hands slowly moved to the area of ​​her elastic priests, on which those shorts were still so sexy, in the shape of a dress. Gradually grabbing my temptress's buttocks, and leaving my thumbs on my belt, I began to pull off her clothes. My t-shirt went into action too. I felt that with every shot subject, our passion grew stronger, breathing became more frequent. Her T-shirt, my jeans, and now we caress each other's naked on the couch. Before starting intercourse she asked:

- Do you really want this?

Without a share of some doubt and confusion, I answered?

- Yes.

She took into my hand my excited cock and inserted it into her vagina. "A," she moaned. And at that moment I felt how much she missed me. She was all flowing. No, I am not a super-duper hero lover, but really, between us there was either some special compatibility, or we missed each other with terrible force. Not the point. Just my feelings were on top. Leng did not make sudden movements, we are not in a hurry. This time the whole night was ours. I took her by the smartest breast, and she moaned from pleasure. Probably they say the truth that without emotional connection it is impossible to achieve a result, but with us everything was just the opposite. We found this point of contact, and together we moved towards the storm of emotions and sensations. After she wanted to change her position, the thought flashed through my mind: "But would you like to try to please her with your tongue?" Without thinking twice, without any warning, with gentle kisses on the body, I slowly went down to her pussy. Yeah, she was all wet and I liked it. This is a certain fetish, I just catch the buzz from the fact that your girl is flowing. By asking a playful question:

- What are you going to do?

And not having received an answer to him, she felt my tongue touch her clitoris. Langa moaned, clasping my head with her hands, just enjoyed it. In the meantime, I, too, was getting a buzz from her groans and the tremendous energy that I received while I was making her kuni was splashed onto her in full. I was no longer slow and calm. Almost jumped on her, I abruptly entered the wet pussy and started to fuck her hard and fast. She tried to control her moans so as not to disturb her neighbors, but she did it extremely badly. When I once again bent down to kiss her tender lips, she sat in my back and said with a look of a wild tigress:

- Make it my boy.

Affirmatively abruptly shoving my dick into her vagina, I took acceleration and within five minutes I poured my seed on her amazing naked body. We were delighted. Both. It seemed that, up to this point, we never fucked, did not get such a buzz from sex, but we simply did not live.

When we finished, she went to the bath to wash off the traces of our satisfaction from the process. I was lying on the couch, completely naked and realized for myself this evening, one very important detail. No need to unravel this tangle in my head. When the time comes, all by itself will fall into place, and until that moment you just need to live and enjoy every minute spent next to this woman. After all, these moments are so infrequent and from this they should be even more appreciated. She returned from the shower, smiling lay down next to, curled up in a ball and clinging to each other, we fell asleep. Two relatives and people ...