I'm tired of everything. Monotony How do you want something new, some unprecedented emotions. Something forbidden, insane. Friday's workday is coming to an end, and my thoughts drive me crazy.

I go out into the street. Hot summer evening. Too hot. I want to go to the sea, or at least take off all this office clothes. From this naked thought, the lower abdomen begins to whine pleasantly. But from the next thought, my heart starts to knock at a frantic pace. Here it is! This is the madness that I need! Returning to the building. I hide my cheeks burning with shame with a sweet smile to the guard, I lie that I forgot the phone. I go up to the second floor, go to the bathroom, close the door behind me. You can catch your breath, because I almost suffocate from the thoughts in my head. But it is impossible to delay too much, otherwise the rational will prevail and I will change my mind. I lift my skirt, take off my panties and put them in my purse. “Am I really doing this?” Looking at my reflection in the mirror. A decent girl looks at me, but how depraved is she inside. This is madness. My madness. About which only I know.

I go out into the street. Now everything is different. Every breath of light breeze causes indescribable sensations. As if thousands of kisses cover my skin and she responds to them with light goosebumps. All these people who don’t meet me look at me, they don’t even know what is going on inside me. And it is exciting. Madly excites the contrast of my external and internal state.

I want to share this. With someone who will definitely appreciate my courage. I am writing to him. We agree on a meeting at our place. Our place is a rented apartment in the city center. I take a taxi, I'm going. From the anticipation of his reaction, my heart pounds. I have always been a good girl who has never committed insane acts, and now I walk around the city without panties. This is still an unprecedented feeling, which is now breaking out. And now I need someone who can pacify me. The one with whom I will be able to release my folly to the will, so that again I can lock myself up within the framework of a "good girl."

I drive up. He is already in place. Waiting for me at the entrance. I went to him. Kisses Hugs. Hands slide down my back to the ass. "Well, he must feel it!" I feel his slight confusion. Looks at me in surprise and lustfully. I smile, lower my eyes. Never knew how to withstand his predatory gaze. Not asking anything. He does not need an answer, and here everything is clear. Takes me by the hand, leads to the entrance. We go in the elevator. As soon as the door closes, he presses me against the wall. Kisses His hand instantly slips under my skirt. Higher and higher, until his fingers touch my pussy. Now I am sure that there is nothing under the skirt. How I like to watch his reaction. A moment of confusion, and here it is, incredible lust and desire in his eyes. Kisses Passionately. I myself am already incredibly excited.

We leave from the elevator. Firmly holding my hand, as if afraid that I would run away. Turns into the apartment, closes the door. We pass into the room. He presses me against the wall. Looks into the eyes. Runs a thumb over my lips down the chin, neck. Kisses Squeezes the chest. Undo the blouse. Goes down, skirts me. Covers kisses belly and hips. Himself already excited to the limit. Rises, takes off his shirt. Long look eye to eye. Kiss. Runs his hand into my hair and squeezes them. The fingers of the other hand enters the already wet pussy. Slowly, and then faster and faster. Cuddles up to me with my whole body. With fingers of pleasure I scratch his shoulders and arms. "More, more, a little more." But he stops. Let me go. He knows that in such a state I am ready for almost everything to get what I want. Breathing is heavy. Retreats from me.

“Slaughter is the first word spoken that evening.”

I walk over to him, kneel down, unbutton his pants, and take his cock in my mouth. I look him straight in the eye. I lick his cock from the base to the very head. Then immerse completely in the mouth. Deep, then let go again. Lick, fondle. Closes his eyes from pleasure. It relaxes. But only for a few minutes.

Pulls me off again. Raises and turns to face the table, standing in the middle of the room. He takes the belt out of his pants, puts my hands behind my back, squeezes them with a belt and fastens it. I bend. I scream and breathe hard. I am incredibly excited by this state. The state of practical helplessness in front of him. My excitement is increasing with each of my breath. Despite this, my internal stress is receding. I give him control over the situation, control over myself. Now everything is in his hands. He likes such my submission. Holds hands on the tummy up to the chest. Squeezes her. I bit my lip from this sweet torture. The lower abdomen is already burning. How I want him!

Breast on the table. Enters In one motion. Deep. To end. Second and push again. Deep. Practically comes out and again until it stops. Choking with surging emotions. I do not feel anything but increasing pleasure. Darkens in the eyes. Only a voiced slap on my ass is sobering, from which I scream and again plunge into an avalanche of emotions. Gathers my hair in a ponytail and pulls on itself. I can not move. Push, another push and a wave of orgasm covers me. Goosebumps ... Feeling it. Stops. Gives me enjoy. But not for long, as he himself is already too excited. Let go of my hair. Motion. Still. Still. Enters to the end and freezes. Shivering all over. Heat fills me. A drop of sweat falls on my lower back.

Unbuckles the belt with which my hands are tied. Frees them. Strokes, kisses my back, shoulders. I lean on my hands, rise, turn to him. I look into the eyes. Gentle kiss. Hugs. I put my nose on his shoulder, close my eyes. Here she is, "good girl." Tamed and obedient ...