Zaya began to gradually waddle over me, at some point I felt her lying on my side and breathing in my ear, and then landed in front of me, changed my jerking hand, and she fell to my lips, breathing rapidly and impatiently wielding your tongue, prompting you to quickly begin to kiss in a kiss.

Pretending to sleep further was meaningless, and the situation was one of my favorites - the girl kisses me and at the same time jerks me off. I “woke up”, responded to a kiss, hugged her, tried to seize the initiative ... and came across a firm rebuff. Zaya decided to steer herself, well, let him. Almost without words, just obeying pressing and squeezing her palms, I was raised to my feet and put in front of the sofa. Zaya first sat on him, then she realized that it would be so uncomfortable for her, turned her back to him, walked around and knelt down.

And then there was a wonderful suction in the classic sense of the word. The girl on her knees in front of the boy, with his minimal activity, tirelessly works with her skillful mouth, tender tongue and quick lips, strokes him with gentle handles on the legs, sides, buttocks, diligently trying to bring him to the highest bliss, feeling at the same time infinite power over him, and unaccountable humility. It was wonderful and magical, I was full of body and soul, I experienced tremendous tenderness for this lovely girl, who with her sudden impulse pulled me out of a sweet dream of sleep, but plunged me into a charming captivity of a delicious blowjob. The only thing I regretted during those intoxicating minutes was that the pitch darkness of the dead night was around, my eyes didn’t have time to get used to it, and I cannot fully see the sucking Bunny.

I terribly wanted to say her affectionate and approving words, praise for diligence and skill, but I felt with my spinal cord that I shouldn't. Words will now be superfluous, if they do not bring down Zai's determination, they certainly will not help and only distract. So, practically in complete silence, only to the accompaniment of reflex-erupting sounds, Zaika brought me to the logical finale of an oral act, managing without my instructions “Stop! Come on! ”(But I told her about it, good job, I remembered it, means) to make it wonderful for me anyway, and the night suction itself is unforgettable.

Subsequently, no time and nostalgically, we recalled this first night with Zaia. And invariably, every time when I mentioned what a surprise, and her initiative to wake caresses and blowjob myself became the most pleasant surprise, her face lit up with a proud smile and her eyes began to sparkle - say, know ours. We spent the night there. Once for sure, and maybe the second. Plus a few daytime meetings. A typical ending, after all the whirlwinds of sex and Cooney, which Zaya remained a fan of and ended with him with the greatest pleasure, was my ending in her mouth. But always in a pose: she lies on her side, her head is on a pillow, and I fuck her in the mouth. Never again did the circumstances so that Zaika wanted to suck on her own. Despite my direct promptings and indirect hints. Therefore, without being distraught, I can say that this episode of that night remained forever unforgettable for me.

The calendar was September 2011. Until mid-October, Zaea and I met another two or three times, in the afternoon or evening. Sex was the same as I described in the last part and a few lines above. And Wirth, who takes up less and less space in communication, and talks about her (our) future, which was given to more and more, testified that serious changes would soon come. In her status as a bride, in her place of residence, and therefore in the possibilities of our meetings.

So it happened.The matchmakers arrived, officially asked the parents for the hands of their daughter, agreed with the aksakals of the kind of conditions and guarantees (it’s not every day that a Christian woman is married to a Muslim), agreed on spending and a separate menu. The wedding took place in late October, after which the newly-made husband took the young wife to his home. I would say that there was a variant of my presence at the wedding: the brother of one of the guests was my nodding acquaintance and colleague by profession, that is, with a certain persistence, an invitation could be achieved. Zaya wanted me to be there, so that before a long separation, at least with her looks, to meet for the last time, while she is formally his bride, and not her wife. She hesitated and doubted whether it was worth it, to waste one’s own soul in vain and give the gossip reason to think about what kind of guest it was to have someone who had nothing to do with the participants or the ear. It also seems to me that I did not want to acquaint myself with my sister, who was not at the level of assumptions, but absolutely knew for sure who we were to each other. In general, they finally decided not to take risks (strictly speaking, Zaya herself decided, I was ready to fulfill any of her wishes, and there were ready arguments to substantiate the correctness of any of her choices). Just about ten days before the wedding was her birthday, we met on the eve of the last time, I made gifts, timed to coincide with these two events ... and parted. As it seemed to us, until the time when, according to national traditions and customs of a new family, the young wife would be allowed to visit her parent.

I would very much like to write as an epilogue “and we never met again, because the marriage turned out to be successful, the spouses genuinely loved each other, adjusted life and sex, the family took the daughter-in-law with open arms, Zaya gave birth to Dag-Magu a lot of kids, and she wasn’t See you c former lover. The wind of long separation blew out the once brightly burning fire of passion, reluctantly and reluctantly, and I also had to admit that relations with Zaia were in the past, and now ... let him be happy! ”

Unfortunately no! "Alien Bride" ends here. But it soon became clear that the events were unfolding in a completely different way, as I set out above in the supposed happy ending epilogue. How I will call the sequel, “Alien Wife” or something else, or maybe just “Alien,” I don’t know yet. But I will write ... no matter how difficult it is.