The evening didn't work out. It was not possible to stay together, we had to peel potatoes and fish out salted tomatoes from a jar. After dinner they drank tea. He watched her squint in pleasure as she swallowed the whipped cream and thought about how greedily that sweet mouth had swallowed his cum the night before. She enjoyed this activity immensely. She pinched the cock with her lips and, smacking her lips, slid down the trunk. Sometimes she squeezed the ring tighter and, pressing the penis to the sky with her tongue, attacked the head, so that it was almost impossible to resist. She treated sperm like sweet, smearing it over her body, burning cheeks and licking it off her tender fingers.
Turned on the TV. She lay down between his legs, tickling his belly with fluffy hair. I immediately felt drawn to watching football or annoying myself with boring talk shows in order to suppress the growing desire. She capriciously jabbed her finger at the program and moved her nose in his groin. I was drawn to the kitchen, to drink some water to moisten my parched throat and calm down.
The switch clicked. Her lilac slippers padded into the toilet. She didn't close the door. He crouched in the hallway, staring intently into the mirror. She sat with her legs wide apart and rinsed her pussy in the shower. Wet fingers slid between the lips and gently stroked the back of the developed clitoris. "Playing". He taught her to love his body himself, as he taught everything that she could do in bed. Before him, she had hobbies, but he was the first to whom she opened her body. He sculpted her for himself, educating her with his tongue and insatiable elastic penis.
She saw his reflection in the mirror and smiled contentedly. "Damn, I've wanted to fuck her peeing for a long time ..." He felt himself getting up, and angrily ordered his friend: "To the leg." To the leg ... When she was naughty, she squeezed him with soft legs and, pressing her hips, rubbed her smoothly shaven pubis against him.
A couple of days ago she caught a cold and now she was sitting on the couch with a Chinese bobblehead, snuffling her nose and wrinkling her lips in displeasure. She didn't like the movie. She loved cartoons and all that riffraff on MTV. He broke the ampoule and diligently began to fill the syringe with an antibiotic. She fidgeted and whimpered, whiningly poking and whining at his back. He stroked her hair and nudged her lightly, forcing her to lie down. She, lowing, stretched out on the couch and lowered her lace shorts, exposing her ass. He rubbed the skin with a cotton swab, stuck a syringe and, regretfully, began to slowly inject the medicine. She looked plaintively over her shoulder, scratching the sheet with her nails. She couldn't bear it. Even as he squeezed her hips until it hurt to stop her frantic movements and not come before he had had enough of her body.
Clutching the injection site with cotton, he began to massage her ass, stroking the elastic hole with the fingers of his left hand. The white circles of the buttocks persistently looked away from the screen. He carefully slid under the shirt, tickling the smooth side and slipping his fingers under the warm belly. Before that, the dumb back trembled. He slid down the buttock and stopped his fingers down, caressing the velvet lintel. She nervously twitched her shoulder blades and squeezed her ass, resisting the insistent finger.
He clearly imagined how he would push his now tense buttocks with a hard cock, press his swollen head on a tight ring that would obediently open, taking it into a smooth, wet inside. When he fucked her in the ass, her legs flowed and both holes were moist and hot. No, first he would fuck her in her pussy, insatiable and deep, so that sometimes he did not reach the bottom. When this happened, she just went crazy and pushed on him with even more frenzy until consciousness left her.
He continued to caress her alluring ass, spreading her buttocks and stroking the sweet inviting holes. She sobbed softly and looked at him with bleary eyes through her tangled hair. Even with a glance, he could control her young and sensitive body. She was so subservient to him that it was enough, hypnotizing, to look stubbornly into her eyes, and she was already ready to accept him and submit to any of his fantasies.
She fidgeted painfully, pulled on her shorts and, hiding, buried her face in the pillow. She also couldn't resist. When he, playing, turned her on, she quickly became inflamed, angry and pounded him on the back with her small fists. The undivided power over this girl pleasantly tickled pride and caused a painful tension in the lower abdomen.
And now, looking at how she irritably pulled on her tights, he was happy to imagine tomorrow, when a wound up and angry she would come to him in order to submit to his desires, to allow himself to be tortured and to do everything with her ... everything that her master wants.