In the spring, I began to meet a very interesting-looking girl near the Ochakovo platform. Clearly Caucasian. I decided that she was Armenian. As it turned out later, I was not mistaken. The girl looks like fire: short, moderately plump, but not fat. I would say curvy. Thick long black hair, plump lips, big black eyes. The leather jacket fitted her large breasts, her legs were plump, but in moderation. Regular short skirt and heeled shoes. I really liked the girl, but did not approach her. Thought it was useless. It is not customary for representatives of southern nations to make acquaintances on the street like this. Yes, and sexual intercourse before marriage is not welcome. But the girl, as luck would have it, caught my eye almost every day.
Once, already in May, I unloaded the goods into the pavilion, took the money, got ready to leave and ran into her face. More precisely, she flew into me with her gorgeous elastic breasts.
- Oh, sorry, - the girl smiled and looked down.
“Forgive me,” I answered, letting her inside.
She was in an exciting red knee-length dress, nylon tights and red shoes. And it smelled not of anything, but of Chanel (I also understand this). Trying to cope with the resulting erection, I went outside and headed to the car. While leaving the parking lot, I look, the object of my sighing is already catching the car at the bus stop. Bombing near "Ochakovo" is always full, but this time I just brazenly cut with my "Transit", because I discarded all conventions and decided to still make an acquaintance. Trying is not torture. At first, the girl was surprised that a minibus stopped in front of her, and even a cargo one, but she opened the door anyway.
“Next to me, on the projected passage,” said the girl.
- Go.
We talked along the way. It turned out that her name is Angela, she works at a hairdresser in Matveevsky. The girl seemed very sweet and modest. She had a thin, sexy voice with a slight accent. Not hoping for success, I asked for a phone. Oddly enough, Angela easily left the number.
I violated my principle not to go out with the young. Angela and I met after work for four days. We went to cafes, to the cinema. I didn’t allow myself anything extra, except for kisses, and I thought about under what pretext to invite her to my home. On the fifth day, everything worked out by itself: Angela asked for a loan of six thousand.
- Easily, - I answered, - only money at home. Come in and see how I live.
The girl readily agreed. She was still in the same red dress, only the tights were fishnet, and the shoes were black.
We came to me. I immediately gave her the money.
- Thank you, you helped me a lot, - Angela kissed me on the lips.
- Maybe some tea? I asked.
- Certainly.
We were sitting on the couch and I started stroking the girl's back. A minute later we were kissing passionately. I brazenly reached under the dress and did not meet the slightest resistance. Angela was not even in pantyhose, but in stockings. It aroused even more. She took off her dress. Her figure was simply gorgeous. Elastic dark skin, large firm breasts and strong hips. I freed my dick. He stood and did not need any blowjob. I caressed her shaved pussy with my finger. Angela was already wet and, sucking me in her lips, climbed on top. She puffed intently, crouched on me, and I played with her breasts. A minute later she moved faster and soon fell on top of me. I realized that she had finished, pizdeishn.net gently turned her on her back and began to gently fuck, kissing her on the lips. Angela groaned and began to actively wave. So active that it seemed to me that she was fucking me. I finished in a minute.
- How cool you are, - Angela whispered, lying next to me.
Gradually, she began to caress my penis. First with the hand, and then with the mouth. It should be noted that she got a great blowjob. At some point, I got up and turned her back. Angela quickly understood everything and got cancer. I poked her with great speed. She moaned painfully sweetly and waved. I finished and let her go. Angela collapsed on the couch, exhausted. Then we kissed a little more, but the girl soon looked at the phone screen and said that she had to go. Mom is waiting.
- How many men did you have? I asked.
- Three of them, - Angela sweetly lied, fastening her bra, - husband, my friend and you.
In the next couple of days, the girl refused to meet me, referring to employment. I didn’t really flatter myself, especially since I had someone to meet without Angela. I was in great demand with older aunts that year. But suddenly Angela called herself. Like we need to meet. She was preoccupied and asked for another six thousand. As I understand it, it was her dachshund. I didn't refuse again. And Angela again agreed to go to me. This time she was wearing a denim skirt and black seamed stockings. Angela was even more professional than last time. However, it turned out to be quite easy for her.
- I want to finish. she whispered, jumping on top of me.
She did it very quickly. After that, she relaxed and crawled off me. On the contrary, I picked her up in my arms and lifted her under the hips. Angela squealed, and I roughly put her in and fucked her, resting against the wall.
Then we lay on the bed, the southern beauty caressed my cock and suddenly said:
- Give me another two thousand and you can fuck me in the ass.
So we did. Angela got cancer and before my eyes opened her small neat point. I smeared cream on my rebellious penis, and the girl began to develop the anus with my thumb. At the same time, the index and middle massaged the clitoris. When Angela, as it seemed to me, reached the condition, I went into her ass. She had a tight ass. I worked carefully, trying not to hurt, although I knew perfectly well that she was a whore, and I can do what I want. But still he didn't. It was enough for me that the point was tight. Angela seemed to like it. She moaned sweetly. Until the last moment, I delayed ejaculation and finished not quickly and in the ass.
I didn't tell Angela that she was a prostitute. Why offend? I didn't see the point of dating Angela. She called herself a couple of times, but I already referred to employment. Good thing she didn't infect me.