I met Vika at a party with my old friend. Slender, fair-skinned, with elegant dark hair, I immediately liked her. At the beginning of our acquaintance she was embarrassed by me, apparently, I was at this evening the only person she did not know. Then we started arguing about some nonsense. It was a pleasure to look at how, flushing, she climbs into Wikipedia to check some facts. “And you have a passionate nature,” I said mockingly. She was suddenly embarrassed and flashed even more. Before leaving, I went out with her to smoke on the balcony and casually put her arm around her waist, and she, instead of pulling away, moved closer to me. In general, my interest was clearly mutual. It is a pity that the next day I had to get up early.
I added to her friends VKontakte, asked about life, threw songs with a light erotic context. She responded with long messages, most of which contained questions. I invited her to visit, look at my collection of knives and drink wine. She agreed.
When I closed the door behind her, I thought that Vika was now on my territory and, theoretically, completely defenseless before me. And wonderfully good. I'm pretty sure she thought the same thing. And it seems that it did not scare her.
I took her to the kitchen. She drank a lot of sweet wine bought specially for her and laughed loudly. I was almost sure that she would want me today. I took her hands several times in my own, and she didn’t hurry to take it away at all.
“By the way,” I remembered. - I have chocolates. Eat candy.
- I obey and obey, - Vika smiled. I looked at her carefully.
- Nice to hear. Do you listen and obey me always? In the next five minutes? Until the end of the week? - the girl thought for a moment.
- Perhaps, throughout today. - she smiled, but looked at it seriously, as if she was a little worried.
- And right in everything?
- In everything that does not contradict my desires.
- Hmm, now check. Do ten squats.
She shrugged and did. Her breasts swayed, and I noticed that she was not wearing a bra. The nipples were visible through the white fabric of the shirt. I wondered what color they were.
- Unscrew the two top buttons.
She obeyed. I admired the neckline formed.
- On knees.
The girl held her breath, swallowed and dropped to her knees, straightening her back, so that the bust was clearly visible.
- What a nice sight. Close your eyes, open your mouth, show the tongue.
Vika followed my orders. She blushed charmingly, blush poured over her cheeks and upper ears. I ran my finger over her upper lip, pulled my tongue. Slowly began to unbutton the buttons on his shirt. stories about sex She breathed loudly, what was happening obviously turned her on, like me, however.
- Take off your shirt.
She had a very nice chest, the size of the second, probably with dark nipples with small neat halos. I felt it, enjoying the weight in my palms, ran my hand over my back. She arched under my movements.
- Wait for me.
I looked in the nightstand for a collar with a leash (I used to hold a dog). Put it on her. Tugged in different directions, looking at how she obediently arched after him.
- Do not open your eyes! On all fours.
Led her on a leash in the bedroom.
- Undress. Fully.
She sat down again on her knees, looking like a porcelain figurine. I slowly felt this wonderful body, which its owner put at my disposal.
- Get down on all fours. I looked at her pubis, with a neat striped trimmed hair. Small labia slightly protruding forward, gleaming from the lubricant. I parted her intimate folds, looking at the vagina and clitoris. She arched. There was a strange expression on his face, like suffering and pleading. I lightly pressed on the clitoris. Vick groaned. I played with a vulva. Sticking fingers into the vagina, then portraying frictions, then caressing and feeling the walls, then stretching the vagina. The girl squirmed under my fingers and seemed to sob.
- Please please...
- Please what?
- You are welcome...
For some reason, she, sitting down on my fingers, was embarrassed to ask me about sex.
- Please ... fuck me ...
I slightly accelerated the movement of the fingers, and the last words of the girl turned into a moan. Charming effect.
- A little bit later.
I slapped the maiden on the vulva. The vulva made a wet sound.
“Tell me a poem.”
- What?
“Tell me a poem.”
She looked at me in confusion, for which she received a blow to the pope (I didn’t allow me to open my eyes) and read Gumilev's Heather Honey at the beginning, apparently the first thing that came to her mind while I caressed her with my fingers. "From the heather drink
It was forgotten a long time ago ... aah ... for a long time ... “Periodically, I alternated caresses with slaps and blows on the pope, watching the voice change. The poem was long, and she was unable to read quickly, so I was soon tired.
- Enough.
I unzipped my jeans and put them in. He groaned out loud. I took the hips with one hand, the other on the leash and began to pull it over me. What she was wet and hot! I controlled the position of her body until I found the corner that gave me the most pleasure. I moved at the beginning slowly, with sharp movements, gradually increasing the pace. Sensing the approach of an orgasm, I came out of this amazing pussy, with a sharp jerk of the leash I turned Vika to me and poured into her mouth, which she obligingly provided me. This girl swallowed everything up to the drop and slipped on the carpet, hugging my knees. I stroked her cheek. Today is not over yet, and I was going to take advantage of this.