your age until you die of old age. Alone in a cold bed, - her eyes were throwing sparks. He met these eyes for a short moment and immediately hung his head. What could he say?
Nastya jumped as if stung, and rushed to the door. He only heard her heels knocking on the stairs.
- Nastya, wait! - he threw after.
But it was late, she slammed the door upstairs, and he remained sitting with dirty potatoes in his dirty fingers.
"Coward! That's really noticed, "- he thought, coming to himself.
Slowly putting the knife aside, he washed his hands in the sink and walked out of the kitchen with a heavy tread. The wooden staircase creaked under her feet, giving out intentions.
“What will I tell her now? - He thought, going up. - What am I a coward? What can I say now? ”
The door leading to the girls' room was ajar. Knocking lightly, he peered inside. Nastya was lying on the bed, curled up, facing the wall. A thin blanket outlined the contours of her hips, the curves of her buttocks and shoulders.
“Nastya, Nastyush,” he said plaintively.
Korchagin did not stir. Her whole body seemed to shrink from his words, as if from painful blows.
Suns felt guilty and at the same time happy. Beauty Nastya confessed in love. What he lacked in life happened in such an absurd way. He wanted to console the girl, to confess mutual sympathy. He could not tell her that he also masturbated the day before, introducing himself to her. He did not do this since the time of the King of Peas, but here he could not resist.
Going to the bed, he sat on the edge and gently put his hand on Nastino's shoulder.
“Forgive me,” he whispered, running his hand over his back. - I love you too.
He wanted to add that for a number of well-known reasons, they could not be together, but Nastya was ahead of him. Turning, she smiled wistfully, meeting his eyes. Her tender tear-stained face was swollen with tears, the pouches under her eyes trembled, the corners of her lips dropped.
“Then kiss me,” she said in a hoarse voice, opening her lips. Her inflamed gaze followed the facial expression on his face. He could not refuse, only a kiss on the cheek would bring them back to their previous relationship.
Leaning, he turned his lips toward his cheeks. At that moment, Nastya caught her, gently sucking, pulling her mouth into the dance of love. He tried to escape, but she already threw her arms around his neck, firmly holding her fingers woven into the lock.
Dark mad passion, bubbling volcano, burst lava lust out. Palms of Solntsev slipped under the cover, under a T-shirt, covered Nastya's breasts. Beautiful elastic hillocks with hard nipples bumps played on the fingers. He slid on, wrapping a hot body writhing beneath him. He easily ran his hands under his lower back, soft thighs parted with parabolas, pelvic bones and elastic of panties, stretched between them, played on the fingertips, hinting at the heat-burnt nature below. He lost his head, flew into a dream, teasing him from yesterday. Diving his head on a soft chest, he completely wrapped his nipples, stretched them out with his lips. They quickly became swollen. Nastya shrugged off his shirt. Throwing off the veil, undid the button on the belt. Andrei pulled the shorts parted by lightning, and the girl remained lying in front of him in white panties and a t-shirt rolled up to his neck. His coarse palms rushed farther along the belly, down to the waist, groping for the buttocks, striving upward toward the elastic hills of the breasts, which he so carefully preen with his tongue.
His desire, expressed in an iron erection, remained hidden under jeans. He hoped to the end that this would end in intimate strokes, but Nastya again beat him.Sliding her hand to the bedside table, I fished out a condom square from the top drawer. She put a plastic wrap in the palm of his hand around the edges, folding his thick fingers tightly, as if she passed a black mark.
“The ball is on your side! - spoke her gesture. “Don't hit the face in the dirt.”
He realized from her closed eyes that she did not want to know what was happening below, did not want to take part in putting on the gum. Everything must be natural and safe.
His movements were up to expectations. Nastya, covering her eyelids, licked her lips. Her legs opened, exposing the wide surface of the pelvis. The groove under the convex pubis hid a fold, which was easily visible through the thin fabric of the panties.
Andrew smooth movements of the tiger, filled with love and attention, pulled off Nasty panties. Her flower, slightly opened by the pink flesh, enthusiastically responded to stroking with a finger. Nastya was arched in the back, suffering from languor. She folded her legs with her knees to the sides, pulled her heels up, revealing to him in all its glory. Her pussy was carefully shaved with the exception of a curly black triangle on a sloping pubis. Andrei could not stand it and put his mouth to the pink slit. How long has he not caressed the female clitoris. His tongue completely covered the oozing delicate pear, opening its lips, spreading them over two sides. The triangular hood in the center with oblong gentle thickening played in the center. As well as the girl, going crazy under his touch. She trembled, making moans like sobs. Grabbing her breasts, Nastya with the pelvis pulled the eight, as if breaking out of tenacious embraces. Andrew grabbed her by the hips, finding emphasis in the bones, and his mouth merged in the dance.
She suffered a tongue on her dry lips, eating them. Her closed eyelids occasionally exposed rolling pupils.
Andrew quickly threw off his jeans with his underpants, rolled out a condom on a stake with a sticking out member and, carefully dropping between Nastya's hips, elbows and knees, holding his body weight, stuck into the base of the pear. He sent a member of the hand and immediately penetrated three centimeters. Stiffening, he gave the bodies to adapt, get used to. Finally, by gentle pushing, he slid along a tight, squeezing vagina, taking Nastya a centimeter until all twenty remained in her. She wrapped her legs around his back, hesitating to use her arms. She seemed to be dancing with him, keeping the distance, dictating the rhythm with her fingers, hesitating to ask if she could count on more.
Andrew, kissing tender lips, involuntarily increased the pace below. He did not give an account of what was happening, animal passion captured him with a black glow, subjugated the will. Finding emphasis in the elbows and knees and making sure that the bed is fixedly fixed in the corner of the room, he relaxed in one desire to dissolve with Nastya in the dance of love. His hips collapsed. Curving in the lower back, he folded over the girl. Muscles played on his back. Arriving at Nastya, he broke the current pussy into a quietly chomping membrane. The member looked like an iron stake, like a bitch ingrown into a pubis, a lacquer cornucopia, ready to spill seed, just having the pleasure to spill over.
The absence of sex disaccustomed Andrew to finish, the orgasm was in no hurry to splash out the juice, he was going to mature, accumulating in eggs with painful languor.
Nastya has accelerated the point of no return. Her gentle, wetting vagina with quiet spasms heralded the onset of detente. Kicked in a fit, uncontrolled breakdown into the abyss, the girl clutched her nails in the back, wheezed, walking her heels along the buttocks.
“This is a beast!” Andrew thought admiringly, breaking into her for an orgasm.
His penis, chaotically merged with Nastya's pelvis, huddled deep inside, squirming, biting his head into the uterus. He exploded, stiffening steel, pumping thick streams of sperm, again and again proving the domination of solid flesh over a delicate flower.
Nastya took it self-denied. Open arms for Uncle Andrew, she experienced an incredible orgasm, incomparable with what she experienced before during masturbation.It was just a pitiful semblance of pleasure that covered her now. To the stars before the eyes, to the trembling in the knees, to the goose bumps on the ass, to the heat in the groin, as if a red-hot stove exploded from the wood that had been thrown into it.
She hugged Andrei, wrapping his whole body around him, kissing her ear, nose, lips, whispering, sobbing:
- I love you, adore.
He smiled a happy childish smile, his stubble scratching his face.
- I love you too, baby. I love very much.
They lay in each other’s arms for a long time, not wanting to part with the lock of love woven underneath. The bodies stuck, hands slid, repeating the experience, lips looking for confirmation of what had happened. Only thoughts about the upcoming dinner brought them out of oblivion, forced to return to reality.