I just silently raised my hands. He pulled it off in one motion. I just straightened my hair. The fire pleasantly warmed my body, casting different shades of light on the white skin. Cyril leaned toward me again. Began to kiss the neck. Hand caressed my chest. I already started. Nipples and rubbed on the bodice. I just swallowed. Lightly stroked his head and back. He tried so hard to kiss me.

- Careful. And then there will be hickey. - I tried to cool him down. I even tried to tear his head off my body a little.

- Oh sorry. I will be more careful. - began to tinker with my bra and raised his head guiltily looking into my eyes.

He quickly unzipped my bodice. It became somehow freer. Cyril pulled him over and threw to my sweater. Nipples are beautifully swollen, and chained to his eyes. His big hand began to massage my chest, to the other he was already more gently touching his lips. I tried to suck the nipple. Light moans of pleasure broke from my lustful mouth. I already somehow curved with pleasure. Switched to the other chest. Shivering passed through the body. I flowed even more. My quiet moans mingled with the crackle of burning wood and the noise of fire. My excitement flared up like a fire in a fireplace.

I kept my hands on Kirill's massive shoulders, he nibbled my nipples in turn. I already started to move him to the meeting. Passion increasingly overwhelmed me. His hand stroked my ass, more than my thigh. I already thought that the panties were soaked on through. I breathed quickly and deeply, I could not understand me anymore because of the passion or the flame burning in the fireplace.

- My little angel. You are my best. I want you. - continuing to kiss my chest did me compliments Cyril.

- Yes I'm yours. I also want to. - I moaned and lay back, leaned on his hands and looked at him.

Cyril quickly pulled off his gray sweater and threw it to the side. So it seemed to me even larger, and the sitting tummy was so round that I already smiled. Something reminded me of a toy bear with such a round tummy that I wanted to stroke. There was already a noticeable bump on the jeans. I could not resist stretching out my hands and stroking his belly, as if playing with a toy. He somehow twitched.

- Ilon. Tickle me. - Cyril laughed and began to move away from me.

- Are you afraid of tickling? - I asked and giggled.

- Maybe you? - he leaned towards me and also began to stroke my body with his big fingers.

- Well, stop it ... - I began to fidget giggling.

He hugged me again and hugged me. His hands caressed my back. I calmed down and only smiled at him. We started kissing again. They touched with hot and moist lips, his breath pleasantly blew on the skin. The fire inflamed more and more. I wanted to move away from the fireplace. I stroked his big back, ran his hand through his hair. We stopped. Looked into each other's eyes. They had so much desire and lust. I reached out with his hand to his jeans and started trying to fiddle with the belt. His big hand began to help me. Together we coped with it. I felt the button and unzipped it. Then she slid her fingers and touched through the fabric of the briefs to his already standing and ready for action member.

Cyril let me go with his hot hugs. He rose on one hand and began to pull off his jeans. I lay back, he stretched his legs, I took hold of jeans and quickly pulled them off him. A small head was already visible under the gum of underpants; there was a spot on the underpants from grease. I leaned over to him and started pulling off my underwear. He did not resist, only got up. I took them off and threw them aside. His member was already fully prepared for action. By the light of the fireplace, it seemed to me to be somehow large, although it is hardly more than 16 centimeters. I leaned toward him again. She ran her hand over the penis, he immediately responded to my caresses.Became more solid, head and manila. I shuddered again. Cyril pulled a pillow, lay down and put it under his head.

- Come to me. I so want you my little angel. - he quietly motioned me that, to the noise of the fire in the fireplace, I barely heard him.

- I'm going. - I replied and leaned toward him.

He slightly spread his legs, and I became knees on the pillow leaned toward him. Hand raised standing member with a stake and plunged it into her mouth. Immediately felt the taste of grease. Gently sponge along the entire length of the trunk. Massage the head. From so nice pulsed and slid in my mouth. I straightened my hair on one side and began to move my lips faster. Pull it into your mouth. Characteristic dimples appeared on the cheeks. He put his hand on my head, moaned and stroked my hair. It seemed that he moved his bowl a little to meet me. At such moments, the member slightly rested in the throat.

I stretched my hand to the crotch, but stumbled upon a rough jeans fabric. And so wanted to massage your clitoris, rub your lips. It seemed to me that even the jeans fabric was already quite wet. I smoothly moved, tried to play with the head. I spent tongue around her in different directions. My mouth filled with saliva, and she ran down the penis, even though I tried to swallow it. Then I rested a nose in his groin, a member slightly penetrated the throat, it was almost pleasant, and I immediately rose, trying to inhale more air with my nose.

- Oh my God. How good to me. - Cyril groaned and, as if with his hands, even held my head, I released my penis and swallowed saliva in a few sips.

- I'm trying. - I said and wiped my hand with saliva from a beard.

- I want to enter your other holes and make you happy. Today is your holiday. Take off your clothes and jump on me. - Cyril offered me and stroked my head.

- I am for it. - I agreed cheerfully and got up.

He smiled at me sweetly. I smiled back. Rose to his feet. She unbuttoned her jeans, lowered them to her knees. Then, one by one, she pulled out her slender legs. Panties really soaked on through. I shuddered all over and pulled them down, and they fell to the floor. I did not know to take off socks or not. I saw him watching my movements. Lightly strokes his eregian member. A new wave of excitement swept through the body. I even thought that my legs trembled a little. A drop of grease flowed down. The fire beautifully illuminated his body. Resembled something a picture. As flames hesitated and changed lighting creating different shades.

I was already moved to it. I remembered the protection. I went to the entrance where I put my handbag. He watched me go. The tile was definitely cold. I just smiled and did not regret that I stayed in my socks. She took her purse, but her fingers from excitement did not really obey me, and the clasp did not want to open.

- Go here! - Cyril addressed to me and already raised his head. - What are you looking for?

- I'm going now. Only take a condom. - I answered him and tried to find the object I needed in my purse.

- Lets go faster. I want you so much.

I just smiled at him. I got the right item. I pulled him out of the bag and trying, as gracefully as possible, wagging my hips and booty to go back. I shuddered again. My secretions rolled down the legs. I was getting closer. The light from the fire began to fall on my body. I saw my shadow on the floor. I seemed so huge. I began to tear the packaging of the condom, but she did not give in. I frowned, trying to pull her in different directions. I got on my knees. Cyril himself raised his penis in anticipation, when I put on his fighter. I flipped the packaging and pulled on the other side. She immediately gave way. We both breathed a sigh of relief. I already giggled over such synchronicity. I threw empty packaging into the fire. She immediately lit up with some kind of blue-pink flame, but after a couple of seconds she was gone.

I bent down to lick the head several times with the tongue. Began to slowly spin the condom on the standing member. I shuddered again.On the feet of Cyril were traces of my juices. I ... Read more →