The spotlights were blinding, the music was deafening, everyone was in a dance nirvana. What else do young people in the south need? Good booze, good music and of course good sex. You can not think about anything, forget about everything and indulge in debauchery. A sort of small Sodom - a city of debauchery. After a double shot of tequila, I felt completely good, and the intoxicating smell of freedom acted on me instantly. Suddenly, I felt hot breath in the back of my head and other people's hands at my waist, which descended lower and lower. I slowly turned around and saw a handsome young man who smiled at me with his white-toothed smile. As it turned out later, he was an Austrian.

Hello, my name is George, what's yours?

- I am Irina. How do you rest?

- Yes, everything is super, only tomorrow I'm leaving. Today is the last night. You will find my offer strange, but I heard that Asian girls are good at massages.

- It's a hint?

Well, if you don't want to, I won't be offended.

My inner voice whispered to me to get away from this guy, but I did the opposite.

- OK. Let's go to the beach and I'll show you all the delights of massage.

We sat down on a lounger and, for the sake of decency, started talking about nothing, but why waste time in vain?

- Take off your clothes, lie down on your stomach and enjoy.

I sat on him and started massaging his back, his shoulders. I touched his smooth and soft skin, muscular shoulders. With each new movement of my hands over his tanned body, I realized that I wanted to explore not only his back, but also the rest of his body. Then we switched roles. He massaged my back, then his hands began to move smoothly on my chest, he began to gently pinch my already swollen nipples, began to kiss my neck. I could not restrain myself any longer, turned around and clung to his lips, as if he were my last hope in the passion that had risen in me. I felt the salty taste of chapped lips, his stubble touched my delicate skin, his tongue intertwined with mine, our breaths became one ...

My hands sank into his soft and silky hair, caressing him, exploring his body. His kisses burned like fire. Yes, this was the fire, the fire of passion that flared up between two unfamiliar people. A passion that will die out like stars in the morning, but the memories of this passion will firmly settle in the depths of my memory. Now this is your man and do whatever you want with him, do not think about the future, do not think about the past, live this moment, this moment. Burn through life, burn through this night with him, in his strong arms.

His kisses became more and more passionate, he went down my body, kissed my neck, my chest.

- If you want, we can stop before it's too late.

- No, it's too late. Let's get to the end.

- Anything you want.

While saying these words, George began to rip off the clothes that were left on me. My body gave in to his caresses, my pussy treacherously betrayed my desire. He felt it, and his hand slipped to where the fire was burning, where everything was heated to the limit. One, just one pressing of the pads of his fingers on the tubercle of my clitoris brought me to ecstasy. He increased the pace of the movements of his fingers, all his touches made me shiver, but I was shivering not from the cold, but from his hands. His fingers found the entrance to my cave, to my treasury. He slowly began to insert his finger into me. Every cell in my body felt these touches inside of me. Then he sharply pressed on my magical G-spot, and I could not stand it, I gave up. Orgasm covered me. George was able to bring me to bliss with his strong and skillful hands. I lay with my eyes closed, and tried to hold on to the remnants of feelings that filled me. Now it's my turn to please him. Can you hear my breathing quickening? This means that I am ready, that I can conquer Everest, that you will receive everything that you gave me, but in more quantity and in my performance. Why is she still wearing it? This is gender discrimination. Now let's compare rights. Pulling off his jeans and underpants, before my eyes appeared the proof that he was really turned on and wanted me. His cock looked up proudly and had the right curve. Looking into his eyes, I began to slowly lick his shaft from base to end, from end to base. His head smoothly entered my mouth and rested in my throat. With increasing movements, I began to suck his cock. George began to moan louder and louder. He is ready to pour his seed into my mouth. Don't let him finish so soon. Let's slow down the process.

I want it, my pussy is all over. I stood up, kissed his soft lips and began to slowly sink onto his cock. His head touched my pussy entrance, then it began to penetrate deeper and deeper until it rested against the uterus. Not expecting this, I even screamed softly. Then offensive movements began. Love me, love now... I raised my head and saw the night sky strewn with stars.

Stars! Look what he does to me and be jealous!

It's time to change roles, let him work now. I abruptly stood up from him and, bending down, rested my hands on the sunbed. He understood what to do, and felt his arms around me, he strongly pressed against me with his whole body and with a sharp push drove his weapon into me. He inserted and inserted into me all the way, that I felt his balls hitting my ass. He squeezed and kneaded my breasts in his hands, kissed my back. I felt good with him. But all good things come to an end quickly. I felt that he began to slow down the pace of his frictions, this pace is exactly what I need. Yes, everything is on fire in me, everything is coming to its logical conclusion. I can feel an orgasm coming up to me, a warm wave spreads through my body and reaches the very ends. A sweet cramp drives my body. He came out of me, and I felt a hot stream of sperm poured onto my back.

- Thank you for the last and best night. You, lustful cat, will remain in my memory for a long time.

Didn't have the strength to answer. I slowly got up and went to wash off the remnants of what I had done. The sea will accept everything, forgive everything, understand everything. The sea is the element, it is freedom, and I am just a small part in this vast blue mass. I never saw him again...



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