Fuck Rimma got in general, by chance and quite unexpectedly. Returning in the first hour of the night to her apartment in Troparevo from a poetic evening (Rimma worked as an accountant in a bank, but spent all her leisure writing poems and was an active participant in the literary club “White Barsik”), taking off one boot in the hallway, she felt something was wrong. In the innocent atmosphere of her maiden dwelling there was a distinctly tobacco smell.
“What is this?” Thought Rimma, and, as she was in one boot, went to inspect the apartment. In the bedroom on the bed, with his hairy legs spread wide, with a dead, drunk sleep, a naked youth slept. The unfinished cigarette lay in a vase of onyx donated to Rimma by work colleagues for the thirtieth birthday. Young strong cock stuck over the body, almost (as it seemed to Rimme) touching the chandelier.
“Beautiful as Apollo,” Rimma licked her lips. “But how did he get here?”
Vague thoughts of maniacs, security and propriety flashed through the poetess’s head, she remembered her grandmother, who had been married one hundred and eighty times and had never officially, suddenly stripped off her panties and got into her dick. The youngster did not budge.
Perhaps Rimma was ready to remain in this position for the rest of the night, but after about fifteen minutes the youngster began to show signs of life. He groaned, stretched and finally opened his eyes. especially for sexytal.com Rimma smiled and said: “Hi!”
- Who are you? The youngster asked.
- I - cunt! - Rimma cooed, once again admiring how accurately she knows how to define.
The youngster, in an awkward movement, tried to take Rimma off the dick, but she, assuming that the next time it would be unknown when, clutched at him with her hands and squealed in a heart-rending female voice: “Ebi me, my good! Ebi as the last proshmandovku! ”Another wave of orgasm covered her. The youngster sighed and obeyed.
In the morning the young man, exhausted to the point of insanity, asked:
- How did you get into my apartment?
“This is actually my apartment,” said Rimma. - I live here.
- Right? - the youngster looked around. - Listen, not exactly mine. Well, I got drunk yesterday. And how did the key go to the lock?
“I don’t know,” Rimma said, and she aimed at the blowjob. - This is a sign of fate!
- Bring a drink! - ordered the young man, having finished. - I'm gonna die!
- I'm running! - shouted Rimma and rushed to the kitchen, open a bottle of French wine.
When she returned with a filled glass, the youngster was dressed dressed on a bed. He drank in one gulp and said:
- I'll go, I need to go to college.
“Wait,” Rimma asked, and got a baseball bat she bought in New York last summer when she traveled around America. - Fuck me, please, in the ass with this item.
- What? - asked the youngster, dumbfounded.
“Bat,” Rimma said calmly. - In the ass, without lubrication. This is such a thrill. Do not fuck, I'll bite your eggs.
- Fuck you, fuck! - Said the youngster and jumped out of the window.
"Not an erotoman!" Thought Rimma wistfully.
She looked out the window. The youngster bloodied mass spread on the asphalt in the dawn of the coming day.
- Why hui do not fly? - quietly said Rimma. - How unfair the world is. I will write, perhaps, a poem - "A Cloud in Pants" ...