Her skin smelled of coconut, she was soft and tender, her lips were asking to touch her. And I kissed her breasts, stomach, went down, getting to his most cherished goal. With my tender kisses, I got to her plump bud, which was already exuding oily, sticky juices. I loved to caress girls there with my mouth. The dark room was filled with her languishing breath and a low moan, it was soft and soft, like a terry silk carpet, slowly slipped from her lips, it seemed that if I raised my head, I would see it, I could reach out and touch it with my hand, and then press it to my cheek , wrap yourself in it. With a wild insatiable desire, I wanted to touch the vicious flower more, to smell. I dug my lips more tightly and more tightly into her soft and hot pussy. I touched, stroked this beautiful book, looked at its cover, admired the binding, touched neat shovchiki with my hands, flipped through the pages, watching as they one after another lie flat on each other. Inhaled its smell, the smell of fresh typographic products. But I did not read it, I did not want her to know what she was. Now, I’ll just look to her and put her on the shelf again. And, perhaps, I will not approach her anymore. My lips, like fingers, wanted to touch her again and again, like studying any object, enjoying it, we twist it in our hands, stroke it, touch it, and lips, our guide between our perception and objects of pleasure, only a guide of more intimate level, we trust him the most sensual pleasures, the most subtle and most valuable.

It seemed that I completely covered her most beautiful charm with my opening mouth, felt a tart musky smell, and my lips were covered with oily brackish moisture. This moisture enveloped my lips, my tongue, which is why I was receiving tremendous bliss. I liked the fact that all this did not belong to me, it was not one man who used this for his bawdy purposes. I knew it. I imagined how this happened. Frankly, I would even like to see it. I wanted the girl to appear even more dissolute and depraved in my eyes, as if debauchery should be the only meaning of her life. And the more I had these feelings, the more I wanted her. Nastya gently stroked my head, occasionally pressing more tightly to her lovely bud, she received incredible pleasure from my caresses, and she was not always able to feel such caring and courteous male affection.

A hungry pack of thoughts gradually became saturated. Bare, well-fed, lazy hyenas, they retreated into their lair. My mind was coming back, and I again had power over my body. Only now my head was empty. I felt disgusting, as if the terrycloth carpet I was rubbing against turned out to be a rough synthetic carpet. But I did not worry. It happened all the time. I knew it for a while. It will take a couple of days. And maybe a week. And the hyenas, sitting in the depths of my mind, get hungry again, and as soon as the eyes on the subway or at work inadvertently catch the appetizing feminine forms, it is as if only they alone carry the smell of lust, which they very sensitively catch, will swarm out sniffle, grunting breaths will come and black wet muzzles will seem ... and everything starts in a new way.

After blunting my sexual receptors, I tried to please her too. I think my rich kisses and wet lips could not give her much physical pleasure, so I tried to do it with classical sex. I pulled away from her pussy and looked into her eyes, which sparkled with passion, she raksinula his hands to the sides, inviting me into her arms.I leaned on her and rigidly inserted my long-standing member into the wet sexually prepared flesh. I can’t say that it wasn’t interesting to me, but at least half of it was simple mechanical work, which my body worked as a machine command.

I do not know how long I fucked her, but in the end, when the orgasm was already close, I hugged her that was strength, which made Nastya give a long moan, I wanted to feel her with my whole body, pull as tight as possible to her skin, penetrate with a member Deeply, as much as possible, almost without moving the pelvis, I zursed a member in her bosom for a couple of seconds, then dramatically pulled out and powerfully finished on her bare flat tummy. A couple of streams of sperm flew to her chest, dropping heavy drops under the languid and charming look of her large and contented eyes. Having finished watching my splashing sperm, Nastya lay glove on the bed and went limp. I exhaled and almost collapsed next to her. My slow look ran through her tummy, decorated with muddy drops of sperm. From this picture, I even smiled slightly.

Her heavy deep breaths indicated that she also got her pleasure when she was lying beside and stroking my hand. It took me a few minutes, too, to bring my breathing back to normal. She kissed me on the cheek and promptly jumped out of the bedroom. I just heard the click of the bathroom door and the hollow rustle of water. I lay staring at the ceiling, the more I looked at it, the stronger the darkness mixed on it thick muddy paint.

The door in the corridor clicked again, and after a few seconds Nastya entered the bedroom, wrapped in a towel over her chest.

- Will you go? - She asked me and threw on the bed a clean, rolled-up towel.

- Yes thank you. - I was embarrassed, but I decided not to refuse, so as not to make a bad impression.

When I came out of the shower, I found Nastya sitting in the kitchen and letting up her makeup.

- You do not paint in the bedroom? - So, in between times I asked, wrapping a towel.

- Not. There's little light, it's better here. ”She poked the tip of the brush into the chandelier hanging in the kitchen. Yes ... a large chandelier, shining with a nice warm eye. I think Nastya loved being in the apartment to sit here. Although the kitchen was not spacious, but there was no bulky dark furniture or cabinets. It was easy to breathe, it was light and cozy. I think this chandelier gave at least half the comfort that the kitchen had.

- I also love bright rooms. In the kitchen, he even specially removed a lampshade from the chandelier, which extinguished half of the light. After that, it became much better.

I approached her a little closer and stood at the side. She carefully looked in a small mirror on a stand, standing on the kitchen table. I remembered my last girlfriend. She was also painted in the kitchen, and I waited for her to finish. But I have not experienced any pleasant body nostalgic feelings. On the contrary, I felt somehow uncomfortable, and Nastya was not the kind of girl I could consider as my friend. Therefore, after standing beside her for a short time, I hurried back to the bedroom, where my clothes remained.

The moisture that was not wiped off with a towel on me dried out; I unwrapped the towel and spread it on the bed, then stretched to my clothes, which continued to lie on the chair. My final check of my pockets was interrupted by Nastya, who entered the bedroom, about forgotten things.

- Come on, Serezh? She asks quietly. Yes, I promised that I would take her to the club. However, I arrived at the subway, so I can only take it by taxi.

- Yes. Just take a taxi, because I arrived right after work. I'll order, ok? - I replied, turning to her. This clearly upset her. But the frustration lasted about five seconds. Her frowning eyebrows immediately went upstairs, and a smile appeared on her face.

- Just come faster, we still have to get there. - through a smile she said. And it was this that made me understand that she didn’t want to go by taxi.

But I didn't care. I did not attach any importance to this.

- Will someone of your friends be there?

- Yes, the girls were going, Svetka, Natashka.

I asked this because the desire to go somewhere completely evaporated. I had no idea who these Svetka and Natashka. And at that moment in time I was really on ... Read more →