A yellow dress glittered before my eyes, music started to play in my ears, my nose seemed to catch the smell of dull vanilla mixed with cigarette smoke. But I don’t know, I myself introduced it or it already happens without my participation. And yet, I did not care. I was walking in a good mood. Light languor, born of pleasant anticipation, tickled the stomach from the inside, forcing my lips to involuntarily stretch into a foolish smile.

I walked over to a multi-panel prefabricated house with a courtyard filled with cars, dimly illuminated by several lanterns, about which a gentle wind had lashed tree branches. I dialed the apartment number on the intercom.

- Yeah? - there was a joyful girlish voice, making it clear by this question alone that she guessed who was calling to her.

- Nast, it's me, Sergey. - enduring the same friendly tone I replied.

- Well, the passage - in the same manner the answer came, the last letters “and” of which merged with the squeak of the intercom, which turned off the lock on the door of the entrance.

I quickly went up to the second floor, the lock on the apartment door clicked softly as I approached, the door opened. Nastya met me in a long white shirt, which was more than a few sizes in size and clearly used only for the house. Was there any other clothes on her that I could not understand, since she only managed to quit “pass by” and, turning around, disappeared somewhere in the apartment. I passed, threw the jacket on a hanger. I heard the sounds of dishes, I believe, emanating from the kitchen and headed there. After walking a couple of meters along the corridor, I saw a slightly open bathroom door.

- Nastya, will I wash my hands? - I shouted further into the corridor.

- Yes, of course, there is a door on the right.

The bathtub was filled with the pleasant warm smell of shampoos and balms, which stood in orderly rows on the shelf above the bathtub. A mirror and a shelf with various bottles and liquid soap hung over the sink. At the same time around it was clean enough to feel comfortable. I always liked the order in the bathroom. On it you can judge the cleanliness and accuracy of girls in everyday life and life. In my bath several times less hygiene than here. If I lived with a girl, where would I put my shampoos and shaving creams? A little looked around the space around. Yes, for my, even a few items, there was almost no place. Wiping my hands lightly with a towel that hung next to the sink, I left.

The kitchen was light. I love it when a lot of light. A large chandelier effortlessly illuminated the entire small kitchen space, radiating a warm light that was pleasant to the eye, which was not eaten away by light wallpaper and linoleum at all. Nastya had her back to me, she cleaned the dishes in the cupboard above the sink, apparently freshly washed. When she reached the top to put another plate, her shirt playfully lifted, exposing her legs to her buttocks, but treacherously stopped. Through her thin fabric, I could see white panties, which covered her buttocks half. I love these moments. More than once I caught myself thinking that no less than the sex itself, I like contemplation and fantasy. Watch and imagine what can be done with this girl. But because I liked the rakish girls, all those things that I was present at the moment, looking at the bottom of the shirt crawling over her bulging buttocks, occurred in reality. A large number of hands touched this ass, crushed her, spanked, she gave pleasure to more than ten men.

I walked over to her, ran my hands on her stomach and, pushing, pressed her to me. She gave a little laugh and turned her head towards me.From this position, I see only half of the face, but this is enough to read on it the approval of my actions. Her eyes were heavily made up with shadows, her eyelashes smeared with mascara. Perhaps it even looked tasteless, but I liked it. Bright makeup, which is designed to attract as much attention as possible, from this went beyond the bounds of reasonable decorum. From him, the girl looked more stupid, but I didn’t need to feel ashamed of her in front of my friends or parents. After all, she was not mine, we did not walk together, did not go to visit. The picture was added by her hydrogen peroxide bleached to blonde hair. All together it looked like a desire to fill the price of a cheap product. I loved it. I considered only the cover, I was not interested in the content. I kissed her on the cheek. She fluttered her eyelashes like a butterfly taking off from a flower. Then with my fingers I squeezed her cheeks, putting my lips together, I strongly pressed my lips against them. She had to twist her neck hard to reach my lips. Juicy tight kiss on her soft and slippery lips could be considered the beginning of our evening. I greedily kissed her lips, imagining how they could pull themselves into a tube, bringing men to ecstasy, how they fit a big strong cock in a ringlet and strung it on a strong, bushy trunk, and then licked it wetly and with pleasure. I loved to kiss her, this mouth was vulgar and depraved, ready to take a member, as if this is his only purpose.

Looking up from my lips with a wet smack, I knelt down, put my palms on her buttocks and stroked them through my shirt. He slightly raised the fabric of his shirt, pinching it with his fingers, and was already free to look at her panties and ass. I pressed my face against them, as if it was the most precious treasure, then as tightly as I kissed her lips, pressed against her buttocks. He got up, grabbed her waist and, tearing her off the floor, dragged her into the bedroom. Her light screech turned into a playful laugh, she almost played with her legs in the air, until I brought her to the bed and threw her on it. Quickly he took off his clothes, casually laying down on a chair next to him, after which he clung to her body. I slowly pulled panties into her, enjoying the way they opened up every millimeter of her most piquant body parts, as her smooth, shaved pussy was exposed, so gentle and neat, even as immaculate. The light that reached the bedroom from the corridor created a muffled twilight in it, which by darkness slightly covered the vicious nakedness, but at the same time allowed to see all the places that my eyes focused on. Every time I took off the clothes of the girls, I felt a wild thrill, as if it was the first time, I tried with all nerve endings to savor the moment of exposing the pernicious cocky holes hidden behind a small thin piece of matter, like a child unfolding a long-awaited gift when the clock struck twelve.

My mind slowly drowned in a pile of fussy depraved thoughts that haunted me yesterday. It was as if I was lying in them, like in a huge pit with snakes, and they wrapped my arms, legs, neck around me. I did not resist, I almost did not move. They were so smooth and warm, they were curled everywhere, there was not a single stretch so that I would not feel a pleasantly smooth, sometimes ticklish touch. The pressure increased, under their insatiable bustle, I sank deeper, they pressed against me more tightly, rubbed against my face. And I wanted more, let them all come here, let all my desires crawl out of the darkest corners and enjoy the spectacle, even if the most insignificant, small and weak thought get a good weighty piece, which she tastes, flowing over sticky saliva, trembling from hunger with its mouth, sink its teeth into it, grab it harder, grunting, coughing and choking with thirst for saturation, drag it back into its deep dark hole.I think many people had it when their minds lived apart from the body, when they just watched what their body was doing, obeying some machine commands, because by will it is impossible to stop yourself so that you don’t tell yourself the body does not obey, and any your resistance causes only a shiver in the hand, which is instant ... Read more →