A short white top fits a large, appetizing chest and shades its caramel skin, and a high slit of a long skirt opens up stunning legs and a tattoo on the ankle in the form of a rosary. I catch her look, she looks at me without stopping. The girl finishes her cocktail, and, without taking her eyes off, gets up and goes deep into the bar. On the way, she turns around and still looks at me intently, smiling at the very corner of her sensual mouth. I finish my whiskey in one gulp and wade behind it in a darkened corner, away from prying eyes and noisy companies. She is already waiting for me there, sitting on the couch.
I sit down next to her, and without saying a word, she runs her hand over my neck and shoulder, and then climbs closer and kisses me. I put my hand on her leg, starting to stroke and squeeze her smooth skin a little. I put my other hand on her waist. She runs her hands in my hair, stands up and sits on top of me. My hand slides higher up the hip and I notice that it is without underwear. She starts to rub her hips and pussy on my dick. I even feel through the fabric how hot it is there. My hands go down below, and I pull it on myself. She lips pulls my lower lip, slightly biting her. And hands slide over my chest, stroking her and unbuttoning his shirt. I slide my hands up and begin to knead her breasts. She lets out a low moan and I lift her top up, exposing my nipples sticking out. With one hand, I take her by the neck. She moaned louder and arched. And I hold her hip with the second hand and stimulate her movements. She kisses me on the neck and, having swept her lips above, begins to suck on the earlobe. I take her ass with both hands, squeeze her hands and push her to me.
She suddenly stands up and falls between my legs on my knees. Her lips slide lower and lower across my chest and stomach, leaving wet traces of hot kisses that her rapid breathing so pleasantly cools. Her hands gently stroke my iron and hot, and finally unzip the zipper. I stroke her hair and run my thumb over my lips. She catches a finger with her lips and begins to suck. With her hands, she releases a flushed cock and starts stroking it to the beat of the lips around the finger. I take out a finger, and its saliva flows down on my member. It sinks even lower and holds her tongue up from the bottom. A moan escapes from my chest. Her lips tightly wrapped around him and begin to move up and down.
She moves faster and slower, her lips getting closer to the base. I run my hands into her hair and more and more I press her against me. She seems to like it: she wraps her arms around my buttocks. She keeps moving, faster and faster. Her tongue slides down the barrel with pressure. She rhythmically slips lips, and soon my tension and heat poured on her swollen lips and excited chest. She licks her lips and looks at me. Then reaches for the purse for napkins. I again put it on myself and, taking one napkin, wipe my chest, then to clasp it with my lips. After the napkins remained bitter, but at the same time exciting taste. Slightly biting my nipple with my teeth, I begin to suck on it. She runs her hands into my hair and bends over with her whole body. I take her hips and she starts moving them again.
Her moisture runs down my cock. I lift her skirt up and, having pulled a hand from my back, I insert two fingers into it. She makes a long groan. I begin to slide my fingers in her, and she begins to move towards me. I stare into her eyes. Scary. She sticks her lips into my lips and squeezes her shoulders convulsively, as if begging not to stop. Now she is completely in my power. I accelerate the pace, she rubs against my penis, which is again filled with life. She notices this and, stroking him with one hand, directs him straight into herself. She slowly descends on him, and a hot wave runs through my body.
It rises and falls again. I squeeze her hips. She slowly continues to slide, tightly squeezing my dick with her pussy. She rises up and suddenly drops down. And again slowly leads up the hips, as if teasing me. I lightly slap her. She looks at me in amazement, but smiles. Looks like she even likes it. The next slap was even more tangible, she cried out softly and began to move faster. I slap harder. Every time she screams, because of what her breathing is so intermittent. It moves faster and faster, but this is not enough for me. I grab her hips, parted her buttocks, and with strong jerks I begin to enter her. She moans almost to her voice, her hands are tightening my shoulders. I feel the pulsation inside her, and I am not slowing down. Then I take her neck with one hand and squeeze it a little. And with the second hand I start massaging her clit. She suddenly takes a shaky breath and shudders all over. I feel how strong pushes her pussy is reduced, I make some more powerful movements and finish on her ass. Exhausted, she lowers her head on my shoulder.