I never believed in love. Probably because I never loved. But something was drawn to this man... Something not clear to me, not familiar. He disappeared for 4 days. Didn't answer calls. I didn’t even intend to announce myself in any way. And I... I wasn’t jealous of him, I didn’t swear at him for these disappearances, I accepted him as he was, but of course I was offended by this attitude. And just when I was trying not to think about him, the bell rang.
- Hello. - The voice is smoky as always.
- Hello, Rom. - but I don’t want to talk to him anymore. But his voice made my heart beat like crazy.
- What are you doing? Can you come? I was thinking that it wouldn't be bad to see you.
- Yes, of course, where should I go?
- To my home. Do you still remember where I live?
- Yes, sure!
- Then let. Waiting for you.
After disconnecting the call, I wanted to throw the phone at the wall. Again! How long can you come with one click?! Am I such a mongrel to go like this? Or a call girl?!
- Where are you going? — the brother looked out from the next room.
We rented an apartment together. More precisely, I moved in with him when I entered college.
— A fellow student asked me to help with something. — I lied, smiling, throwing on a denim jacket. - Well, you know her, she always skips classes, and then doesn’t understand anything about the topic.
Of course, he knew about my friend, so he nodded with understanding and went back to his work: developing websites at home.
Taking the keys with me, I left the house.
A light summer light dress, comfortable ballet shoes for running, a jacket and a knitted handbag. What else do you need in +20, especially since we live not far from each other?
When I went up to his floor, my heart was already threatening to burst through my ribs, just to get to my brain and somehow wake it up, remind it that its owner was being brazenly used, and for some reason she didn’t mind at all.
Before I could knock on the door, he had already opened it.
The only clothing he had on was a towel wrapped around his waist. Gray, metal-like eyes smiled at me, as before. My lower abdomen felt warm and had a pleasant cramp. He had just the perfect body. Not very pumped up, but it is clear that he is strong, well-built, slender like a man, the kind that always attracts a woman’s gaze.
- You're fast. - he remarked, moving a little further away to let me through.
- Happens. — I smiled back, walking in and hearing him lock the door behind me.
- Do you want some tea? - he asked, placing his hands on my waist while I took off my shoes, and slowly moving them down.
- I think no. — I turned, hugging him and rising on my tiptoes to kiss him.
He hugged me back tightly and kissed me. Oh, these tender, soft lips... It's like a drug. Mine, personal, the highest quality. A strong hand, with a gentle touch that was afraid of causing pain, descended along my lower back, squeezing half of my butt through my dress and thereby pressing me closer to itself. A sweet-tasting kiss, I wanted to kiss him deeper, feel this taste, play with the tip of his tongue with my tongue, grab his lower lip with my lips. My breathing became deeper, I raised my leg, hugging him, and felt the tension under the towel.
Roma ran his hand over his thigh, and goosebumps followed. His fingers went down to my panties under my dress, ran along them, forcing me to arch in his hands from a pleasant wave of heat that rolled through my body in waves. An involuntary groan escaped me when he did this, and then my lover grabbed my head from behind with his right hand, pushing me against the hallway wall in one big step, all the while not ceasing to kiss passionately. His second hand moved behind my back, groped for the lock of my dress and deftly unbuttoned it. Roma pulled away from me a little, helping me take off my dress.
I never wore bras, believing that the shape and size of my breasts allowed me to do so. Therefore, as soon as the dress fell to the floor, the youthful elastic breasts swayed invitingly and excitedly, aiming their tense nipples at the man. He, like a water-thirsty traveler in the desert who had come across an oasis, rushed at them, squeezing their breasts with both hands, alternately sucking, biting the nipples, engorged with blood from excitement, running his tongue over the aureole and again plunging them into his hot mouth. I, no longer able to restrain myself, began to moan, running my hands into his dark, silky hair and leaning towards the caresses.
My head was spinning from the rush of feelings, I took him by the shoulders, pressing lightly, asking him to take his mind off my chest, but he, regarding it differently, picked me up in his arms, as if I weighed nothing, and carried me into the room. The wet nipples, finding themselves without caress when he quickly moved pizdeishn.net, were filled with a slight chill, which only made me even more excited. On the way to the bed, the towel fell over my hips, and when Roman lowered me to the edge of the bed, it fell completely, showing that before that it was mainly supported only by the erect penis. I wanted to move closer, sitting up, but he easily pressed me by the shoulders to the bed, climbing on top.
The hot body touched my slightly frozen chest and this only increased its sensitivity. Kissing my lover deeply, I kept running my hands over his body, running them through his hair, running them along his tense back, feeling a slight trembling. He rose up, running, lightly touching the skin, from the chest, down the stomach, and to the panties, climbing into them. I had been wanting this for a long time, leaning towards the fingers that I liked so much, scorchingly pleasantly going down the clitoris, down to the vagina.
I pressed myself even closer to the much desired body, pushing myself onto the finger that entered me. It was already quite wet there, and he entered easily, moving back and forth. I arched in a groan, feeling the fire flaring up inside me. Roma withdrew his finger, pulled back a little and brought it to my lips, observing. A new shiver ran through my body. I licked my lips and wrapped my legs around the man, looking into his eyes, and slowly plunged my finger, smeared with my secretions, into my mouth, gently wrapping it with my lips and starting to suck, slowly removing it and plunging it back in.
Romka began to breathe heavily, watching me intently, and, impatiently distracted, quickly pulled off my panties. Throwing them somewhere to the side, he leaned on me, lightly poking the head of his penis into the crotch. With one hand I pressed his head towards me, kissing him, and with the other I grabbed his penis, placing it at the entrance to the vagina. The guy leaned on the bed with his hands, and, rising on them, lowered his head down, watching his penis enter me. The walls hugged invitingly, taking in the hot, pulsating organ. A shiver of desire ran through my whole body, and wrapping my legs around me, I pressed on Roma’s ass, forcing him to enter me faster. With every centimeter I surrendered more and more to this crazy pleasant feeling, arching and clenching the blanket on both sides of me in my fists. The head buried itself in the cervix, and the feeling of complete fullness was added to the feeling of his testicles touching my perineum. The whole body tensed like a string, feeling how a hard, desired penis was pulsating inside.
Roman pressed down, not biting my earlobe too much, and a tear rolled down my chic from the overwhelming sensations. He didn’t pull out completely, pushing his penis back to its full length, and began vigorously thrusting, kissing and biting my neck. I clenched my hands into fists so as not to inadvertently scratch him, grabbed his back, pressing him tighter and passionately waving, feeling how the vagina tightly clasped such a desired object, each time ramming the uterus more and more persistently. I wanted to scream out loud, but I could only moan...
His breathing stole as he sped up, increasing the amplitude. Everything inside me became incredibly sensitive, the heat uncontrollably engulfed my whole body, and, hearing the slap of eggs on the perineum mixed with the characteristic “slurp”, I arched as best I could, considering how tightly Roma held me, feeling how the fire had captured me, with hundreds of needles sticking in overnight into my body from the inside, and the penis, which continued to hammer, was wrapped around the walls of the vagina so tightly that every centimeter, whatever, millimeter of this male dignity, moving in me with indescribably pleasant sensations, became palpable. Everything was burning from the increased sensitivity, and finally, a wave of pleasure overwhelmed me, plunging me into continuous waves, smaller, but just as powerful, when I felt something hot inside hitting the uterus, and Roman, gradually slowing down the pace, entered to the limit , stopping.
I raised his head with my hands, kissing him, and hugged him tighter, feeling the weight of his tired body.
He rolled onto his side, lying on his back, and I crawled under his arm, laying on his shoulder, feeling his hug and feeling absolutely happy and satisfied.
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