Gently sitting in a chair, you felt long-accumulated fatigue and a great desire to leave, to fly away from this bustling world. Closing your eyes for a moment, you imagined my hands gently gliding over your arms, the edge of your clothes and, as if in continuation (it was so natural), along the juicy girlish legs. My touch was soft and desirable. You suddenly felt such a wonderful bliss, such a blissful calmness, a surge of violent fantasy and primal desire. The body trembled in anticipation of the fabulous bliss. Fatigue disappeared, as if there had never been a hard, stressful day behind. Your lips parted, revealing a small mouth and a scarlet tongue fluttering in anticipation. Slowly, I touched my lips to yours and my palm became bolder to touch your legs, and then, quite by accident, it turned out to be under your short skirt. There everything breathed heat, but it was so cozy that I could not take my hand out of there until the next day. I pushed my hand even deeper.
I immediately managed to feel that soft bump between your legs that rose halfway to the place so desired by everyone. I grabbed it with all my fingers, gently squeezed it, and then somehow by itself penetrated into the panties, and climbed not from above, but for some reason from the side ... probably, so closer. The first thing that met me there was the delightful silkiness of the hairs, a little thick, but therefore even more pleasant. When you suddenly began to spread your long legs slowly to the sides, there were so many hairs that they barely fit in my palm. However, this did not in the least prevent me from finding in their midst that corner of paradise, that island of flesh that attracted me so much with its hot moisture and tenderness. You responded to this intrusion of mine with a weak groan and spread your legs even more widely. Your little hard ball inside the inflamed island swelled to the extreme and became hard and oblong ...
Your palms gently embraced my head and began to direct it lower and lower, inviting me to visit the most hidden corners of my body. So I found myself at a dark mound of curly hair, which was so sweet, such a fragrance emanated from it that I could not deny myself pleasure run it with open lips, feel its rough softness. The hairs went down and got lost between your legs, and I took these legs and spread them as wide as you could afford. A wonderful creature appeared before my eyes, which, of course, belonged to the number of the most beautiful creations of nature. Framed by black hairs, I saw two tender, scarlet lips, shining in their wet excitement, like rose petals moistened with morning dew. Opening a little in breadth, they almost revealed to me their secret charm, in the depths of which one could see even more exciting features.
Not myself from voluptuousness, I pressed my lips to this source, trying to drink all its life-giving juices. As far as possible, I took in a young, shabby body, fragrant hair and could not quench my thirst. Then I parted the swollen flaps of your tender body and slowly ran the tip of my tongue between them, touched the small petals and entered the moist hole with my tongue. There, inside the inflamed vagina, intoxicated by its tart taste, I began to circle the walls of the vulva with my tongue, and this went on for ages. When I set about your clitoris, then lightly touching it with the tip of my tongue, then hitting it on the purple sides, then passionately sucking into it. You suddenly began to squirm so that I had to put all my effort and dexterity in order not to be left without your delicious toy. With one hand I grabbed your thigh, and with the other I began to squeeze and stroke your breasts with feeling, and this somewhat calmed you down.
At the same moments when I dug into your clitoris especially hard, almost swallowing this sweet candy, you jumped up sharply, and instead of a quivering moan, some kind of wild, hysterical snoring escaped from your chest, which made me even more excited. I choked in the juices of a heated body, I turned into a mass of quivering flesh, thirsting for pleasure and carnal animal pleasure. Real fury took over me. Feeling how the growing excitement becomes intolerable, unable to restrain myself any longer, I got up, took you by the rounded hips and smoothly led my petrified phallus into you to the fullest possible depth. You whimpered, as if from a blow, but immediately calmed down and leaned towards me with your whole body, as if stringing yourself. I made a few slow, light movements, feeling how comfortable my lascivious friend settled down and how good we should be with him now.
Then I moved on to more energetic pushes, in response to which you began to shake your whole body, and hoarse exhalations began to escape from your being. You answered me with rather weighty movements of your wide hips, and this added even more charm to our occupation, made the pleasure even more complete. Biting your lip, you leaned back, your hair tossed, and on your face covered with beads of sweat lay the seal of sensual trembling, as if you perceived my every push with your whole being. Without stopping my work, I gently kissed you on your slightly dried lips and You readily leaned towards me. At this time, our hips gently and loudly crashed into each other and lips merged in an endless sweet kiss, and I moved my tongue with the same bliss as my friend. Wave after wave led me to the very pinnacle of carnal happiness.
More and more clearly, I felt how my red-hot penis was more and more filled with languor, and the moment was not far off when the cup, overflowing to the brim, would spill life-giving moisture.