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They entered a small but very comfortable one-room apartment. She immediately threw her purse on the floor and wearily sank down on the large double bed covered with a pink silky bedspread that matched the color of the walls. And he loudly fiddling with a bunch of keys in his hand went to the kitchen. From there, after a while, he was heard: “What are you going to do? Tea, coffee? Cocoa, unfortunately, is not here, but I think there is sugar. Or is it not sugar? ..." Meanwhile, she sat cross-legged and with She gazed at the tiny room with interest. In addition to a chic bed in the middle, there was a table, a couple of chairs, a wardrobe and a heavy antique dressing table with a huge mirror. There was a thick fleecy carpet on the floor, and a night-light with a pink lampshade hid in the corner. The windows were hung with light curtains, apparently of the same fabric as the bedspread. "And whose apartment is this?" she asked. "One classmate. They rent it out. But I got it for free," he said, entering with a tray on which two cups of strong coffee were steaming - "I thought you were okay with coffee." "Absolutely free?" And she smiled sweetly at him. A minute later, sitting at the table, they silently began to drink an invigorating drink in small sips and peer into each other's eyes. What did they see there?
And now it's time to introduce our heroes. They are former classmates. We'll call her Jane and him Mike. Both are currently studying at universities. Jane for the dentist, Mike for the manager. She is mestizo. A mixture of Slavic and Asian blood turned out to be just right. Medium height, straight jet-black hair (she dyed it a reddish tint), a delicate neck, small erect breasts, a thin, fragile waist, a compact ass and chiseled legs, as if they had just come out of the hands of a master cabinetmaker. And her swarthy velvety skin! Her brown eyes, although they had a slightly narrowed Asian slit, but when she looked at him, he simply drowned in this gentle abyss, unable to escape. Smiling, Jane slightly lowered her beautiful chin, coquettishly shrugged her shoulders and bared her snow-white teeth. Mike was slightly taller than Jane. His strong physique was crowned with a powerful torso and broad shoulders. A small mustache gave his face a resemblance to some Italian-American gangster of the 30s.
After finishing their aromatic coffee, they leaned back in their chairs. Jane crossed her arms over her chest (oh! what a chest it was! just the way he was. small, but so juicy!) and began to look at Mike even more closely, trying to guess his thoughts. He, holding the keys in his right hand, in a kind of stupefaction beat off the rhythm of the French Marseillaise with them on the table. Now he tried not to look at Jane. His gaze wandered over the pattern of the carpet. So they spent almost an hour in thought.
Jane perked up first. Rising from the chair, she threw off her silver sandals from her lovely feet and sat down on the edge of the double bed. Mike's eyes flashed slowly over her figure. He sighed heavily, and then said nervously, "Hmm. Shall we listen to some music? There's a tape recorder in the kitchen and a couple of... fine cassettes..." She nodded her head. Going to the tape recorder, Mike turned on the music, the sounds of Moricone's slow composition poured from the small lisping speakers. Then he put out the chandelier that hung over the bed, turned on the nightlight, and sat down on the floor across from Jane. Despite the fact that it was summer, it was already dark outside. One slow track followed another. They again seemed to have fallen into a coma. They were silent and watched... And again Jane managed to disturb this indefinite peace. She got up and began to slowly unbutton her light blouse. As she approached the bottom where the khaki miniskirt began, her slender arms left a trail of bare swarthy body in the crossed white bra line. How beautiful she was at that moment! After the blouse fell to the floor next to Mike, she unbuttoned the zipper on her skirt, which immediately went there. Everything was clear and without words.
Mike stood up, took off his striped T-shirt, walked over to Jane, gently wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her. Gently at first, as if afraid to break this sweet soft pliable miracle of nature, then deeper and deeper penetrating his tongue into Jane. At that moment, the tape recorder was saying Yesterday of the Liverpool Four, and she was hugging him by the shoulders. Five minutes later she was already completely naked on the bed, and he hung over her and continued to kiss her on the lips. Then he began to caress with his tongue the lobes of her ears, on which there were large shiny hoop earrings, sometimes biting slightly. Then Mike sank a little lower and began to gently kiss her beautiful neck and fragile shoulders as if he was afraid to hurt them. After that, Jane's hands were also gently attacked by his lips. He began his procedure from the shoulders and ended on her small fingers, caressing her hands in turn. Kissing Jane on the lips again, he continued to explore her body. This time, the object of his attention was small breasts with hardened nipples. At this point, Jane was already completely in his power. Lying on the bed, she surrendered herself to his caresses without a trace. This was evidenced by rapid breathing, a clouded look and a slight tremor running through her body with a slight electrical discharge.
Covering her breasts with kisses and gently, like a baby, sucking her nipples, his tongue began to lick her armpits, which smelled deliciously of freshness and the aroma of deodorant. Then Mike set to work on a small flat elastic tummy and the hollow of the navel, still working exclusively with his lips and gentle tongue. Then he moved a little lower and paused for a second and saw that life-giving moisture was flowing from her pussy all over. She melted literally before our eyes, like ice cream left on a windowsill on a hot day.
She so wanted him to play with his tongue on the magic tubercle, but he decided that it was still early and moved even lower, leaving her beautiful flower without caresses. Walking over her hips and calves, Mike took off his blue jeans, gently rolled Jane on her stomach and began to cover her hair with kisses, not forgetting her earlobes, neck and shoulders. Then he ran his tongue several times along her spine and then Jane's small and elastic ass appeared in front of him in all its glory, so similar to a ripe peach because of the dark skin that Mike wanted to taste it for a tooth. Having caressed this part of the body, he continued his discoveries. Turning Jane on her back, he saw on the bedspread in the place where her pubis was pressed against him a large wet spot. At this time, Jane slightly spread her legs, caught his head with her hands and with a slight movement pulled him to the cherished bud. Mike gently parted the petals of her rose and took a tight little strawberry in his mouth. Jane began to moan inaudibly. What miracles did Mike's tongue do there!
Jane was beside herself with pleasure and some strange joy. His tongue rotated around her clitoris in a circle, then went from top to bottom. Sometimes Mike would completely suck in the pistil of her flower, or thrust his nimble tongue into her warm, pliable, moisture-filled womb. He did everything very slowly and gently, trying to warm her up by delivering as much pleasure as possible. He seemed to pour out eternal gratitude on her and at the same time expiate a heavy guilt. He drank it drop by drop, but to the very bottom. Jane's barely audible moans gradually turned into well-defined "oohs" and "aahs." She had never experienced this with any of her boyfriends. After a while, she sharply arched. Such a powerful discharge passed through her body that Jane shuddered violently and bit her lip. Mike turned away from her lagoon and kissed her passionately on the lips. Their tongues intertwined in the dance like two snakes during the mating season. By that time, his reddened trunk, having long since escaped from tight swimming trunks, stood outside like a sentry at a combat post and constantly emitted grease from strong excitement.
A little calmer, Jane looked at Mike's bolt, smiled strangely and said: "It looks like your friend wants me too. Let's not hurt him. All right?" Mike took off his swimming trunks and was about to put on an elastic band, but Jane stopped him: "I think we don't need a prezik. I'm taking pills. You better take this." And she handed him a tube of cream. Taking it, Mike began to carefully lubricate the head of his fighter. At this time, Jane lay on the bed, slightly raised on the pillow and spread her legs wide, and impatiently watched Mike's actions. Having thoroughly polished the “helmet”, Mike again hung over the fragrant body of Jane and slowly introduced the barrel to where his tongue had recently been. Now that tongue was occupied by Jane's sweet sweaty lips and nipples. He did not increase the pace of frictions for a very long time, trying to stretch the bliss for her as long as possible. She was in tenth heaven with happiness. She was truly cherished, caressed, as if thanks for her beautiful tender body. She had never experienced such a reverent attitude towards herself. Meanwhile, the finish line was inevitably approaching and Mike increased the speed of his movements. Jane tightly grabbed his back and whispered in his ear: "I beg you, come inside me. I want to feel you at this moment with my whole body."
It didn't take long to wait, and a minute later Mike discharged his pistol, so much so that tears rolled into Jane's eyes and she could hardly restrain herself from bursting into tears. To burst into tears from the happiness that Mike continued to give her. He took the barrel out of her vulva and lay down next to her, stroking her nipples with his fingers and stroking her breasts, belly, thighs. His hand penetrated into her crotch and began to easily stroke the jade gates. Jane did not remain in debt and began to massage and touch his slightly limp shaft in her small hand as easily. They closed their eyes and lay like that for a while.
Jane quietly got up on the bed, pressed her lips to the penis and kissed the head, and then began to smear the fighter Mike with cream, apparently gathering him for a new campaign. The penis stood up with renewed vigor. Mike opened his eyes and stepped off the love bed. Jane lay on the bed with her stomach and breasts, bent at the waist, strongly protruding her ass, and then looking at him over her shoulder said in a languid and voluptuous voice: "Enter me from behind." Mike smiled, massaged his cock and moved closer to Jane. Taking the "light-corrupting rod" in his hand, he began to drive it along her appetizing strong ass. Jane slid off the bed a little and spread her buttocks wider, giving Mike a field to work with. Mike ran his right hand over the outside of her womb and slowly inserted the instrument. And again they intertwined in a frantic dance of love. The love that wasn't there...
Mike's hips moved as smoothly as a musical metronome. "One - two - one - two." The movements were no longer careful and slow. On the contrary, it was the pace of Presto. His hands played with Jane's nipples, and she bit her lip, trying not to scream too much. Discharging a second time, Mike fell on his side. Exhausted, they climbed further onto the bed, hugged and fell into a sound healthy sleep...