I'm in the room on the floor. Before the eyes of carelessly discarded women's shoes, high heels, black. I know them. I'm even in love with them. There will be a lot of “I” in this story, because this story is about me.

How do we get to this? Why? Probably old Freud knows the answer for sure, but for me it is a mystery. Where do such thoughts and desires wake up in a seemingly healthy person? Why does it excite me? Emotions. They rule me. A strange mixture of shame, excitement, vulgarity. These emotions permeate your whole being. Somewhere in the depths of consciousness, you realize that this is some kind of nonsense. How can a normal man excite the moans of YOUR woman when you are standing with cancer in front of the bed, not daring to even look up? Although you have seen it more than once. And even seen live - not only on video. But you are still ashamed. At the same time you are excited. Oh no, no erection is not in sight - your penis is now small and inconspicuous. But somewhere in the very bottom of the abdomen a wild wild excitement has accumulated.

She is on the bed, wild and beautiful. Favorite. Favorite legs are now widely divorced, beloved lips are given to HIM moaning out of them, HIS member is sliding in his favorite hole. He fucks her. Strongly and rhythmically drives her dick into her, uses this beautiful beloved body for her pleasure. Nowhere in a hurry. Well, where should he hurry? Today she is His. Today is His evening. His and a little bit mine.

She cums. Today is not the first time. How beautiful she is at such moments! It looks like He decided not to hold back anymore - stifling his sperm, choking on his body and chokingly, he sleeps next to him.

Unusual silence. To admit to me, everything squeezed like that.

Koozlik, - she calls capriciously, in her voice a naked grin, - I was finished off, I had to tidy up, - I continue to stand with cancer, all swept away, should he not leave? From the bed to the floor down her legs. Fingers are well-groomed, neat pedicure.

Getting up - she commands the chant. I obey, trying to avoid looking at HIS, looking at her. Look contented, attentive, with a subtle grin. Or does this smile only seem to me? Sperm spots on the lips and chin, and even more on the chest and tummy. Look goes to my dick. Warm graceful fingers clasp it - Spied?

No, how does it turn out to be dry in my mouth. Of course, I'm lying, I saw enough, even with “one eye”, and who would hold out?

Why?

You asked, - I am very "dumb", but a member of a treacherous swells in her skillful hand.

The obedient goat, she says with a smile, and so continue to be obedient. Kiss Me

But what about ... - I still hope to send a witness to my shame

He wants to see - her hand suddenly became stiff, she gets up, her face in front of mine, just below without heels. The fingers of the other hand slid over the body and wetly lay on my lips, which I instinctively squeezed, but the sharp nail stubbornly penetrated between the lips, and the head of my erect penis pressed against her stomach. I gave up. The finger was in the mouth, which was immediately filled with musky smack.