he hit himself on the forehead, for his tediousness, and in order not to lose her forever, he understood that he had to do something. “Come on, once you’ve come, let's drink tea, the weather is chilly today. “A smile flickered on her face and she nodded approvingly. For the next hour, they just sat there talking sweetly, continually pouring a fragrant drink into the porcelain mugs that warmed both the bodies and their souls.

They laughed sweetly and from the side it seemed as if they had known each other for several years. “And you could draw me all. Full length? But maybe you are one of those artists that perfectly paint faces, but in other aspects they are still caricaturists, ”she said jokingly, raising both eyebrows up, as if challenging. Yes, it was a real challenge, and our hero could not refuse. He eagerly jumped up from a soft sofa and went to the switch to turn on the lights on the podium in front of the easel. “I beg you, settle down. Today I will create my best work. “With a fervor he blurted out and waved his hand in the hearts, causing an approving laugh from her side.

The studio was quite dark. The first twilight in October began early and it seemed that these October nights were endless. She stood transfixed. A long pencil skirt, dark, tight stockings, high heels and a light white blouse. Her coat hung on a hanger, along with his, their style was quite similar, which once again suggested the similarity of two souls, even in such trifles as the choice of wardrobe. She liked with what ecstasy he gave himself to the process. How he looks at her. As in his eyes, he sees the whole depth and cannot tear himself away. This is not love from the first

look. She had seen him before, leaving the car, but why he opened it to her right now? The way she always imagined him. That man, who was her benchmark, thus, that she always painted herself in her head, but always without a face. But now she knows what he looks like.

His smooth movements on the easel soothed her. Sharp on the contrary, forced to flinch. He seemed to be driving her through canvas and oil. Unusual feeling. Indescribable.

She was afraid to move, she was afraid to say a word, everything was mixed up in her head. She does not know him at all. Feeling of a heart jumping out of the chest. “Suddenly it beats so hard that he will see or hear it? What kind of nonsense. We need to talk to him. Say something. But what ... "Thoughts hurricane circled in her head, trying to pick up at least something, but finding the right one ... Two strangers with identical feelings. Souls woven together, but unable to connect and a pair of words.

The soft light of the lamps fell up on her. He put down his brushes and slowly, like a cat, approached her. Leaving all fear behind, he came close to her. His hands slid over her shoulders. He looked into her eyes, reading the same thoughts and capturing the same light that he himself was experiencing. Their lips intertwined. Under the soft light of the lamps, two lovers stood and seemed to pose for the dumb artist themselves, unable to let go of each other. Passionate tender kisses and hugs were replaced by ardent and sharp movements - desire. The fact that, wakes up inside of people suitable for each other. Yin and Yang, what people call compatibility. Boiling fire inside two lonely hearts. Without stopping to kiss her, he put her on the podium. Under the pressure of his caresses, her whole body arched in a single gust, together with a sigh coming from somewhere in the depths. He kissed her neck about which he dreamed every time looking at her and not allowing him to touch at least once. Caressing her breasts, gently pink nipples, rising from excitement, gently nibbled them, holding his tongue along the areolas and dropping lower and lower. Her blouse was torn off to herself, so as not to disturb him. He paid attention to each edge, kissing the hollows between them. Goosebumps ran down her body, as if independently closing her eyes and sending another world full of dreams and desires.

He sank lower and lower, and now her skirt, the pencil of the pestal, was an obstacle. His long fingers slipped to the lock and instantly unbuttoned it, he pulled it off with his teeth. Now before him lay his muse. Her lace stockings excited a fire in him that he had not yet experienced. He clung to her, running his hands over her body. Kissing his hands to squeeze his hair, he lowered his stockings, one after the other, kissing and holding his hot breath over his thighs. She only felt like she wanted him to touch her heated and wet hollow. With his every touch, kiss and breath, he forced her to forget about everything, to surrender to his hands, and come what may. She bit her lip again, unable to restrain herself and her emotions. The severity of the abdomen became unbearable, hands digging into his hair and already practically direct him to the womb, ordering and begging at the same time to pay attention to the point so hot and swollen with desire.

But he was inexorable. Kissing her body, her toes, feet, knees, thighs, he, as if on purpose, only touched her mound, as excited as never before, with the edge of her tongue. It made her fight in agony. She did not remember how long it lasted, but his touch with her tongue to the heated clitoris echoed through her already strung body. His caresses, the accelerating pace, the slowers gave her a ton of pleasure, which she had not experienced in her life. Heaviness in the legs and trembling, all-consuming tremor penetrated the whole body. Language was his main tool for the knowledge of the body. He seemed to lack eyes; it was necessary to still feel the taste of each point on her body.

With small hammers, with his every movement, he gave birth to an ever greater and greater vice. And at that very moment when she already felt that her whole body was practically compressed into a ball, he entered it. A sufficiently large penis, moving apart the wet petals entered the shrinking, narrow hole. His ripple inside, the depth and width that filled it all, seemed completely without a trace - made her involuntarily scream. A sweet cry of pleasure. He began to move in it, then entering at full length, then pulling it out and passing between the lips of the clitoris. His kisses are parallel. Passionate looks. They are no longer shy about each other. He stretched the process. He held her neck and entered. Sharp movements. Biting her lips to blood and leaving hickey. She responded by cutting his nails into the delicate skin of his back. Her moans. Sweet Exciting. Wet body in contact with each other. The caresses and kisses of two complete strangers, but so close. Such relatives.

Well, if you have not met your soul mate right now she is looking at you with loving eyes, take a closer look :)