The door was not locked. The twilight of the hallway seemed to be a continuation of the dim light of a quiet autumn evening. But the smell was different. Instead of light dampness and sadness, there was a smell of comfort here. And now it was mixed with an elusive smell of perfume and expectations, the smell of me, the smell of a woman, sex, sex, the smell of flirting, lust, depravity. The smell of pleasure. You smiled - and again did not begin to invent what you would do now. Usually in such a game you thought of everything in advance, down to the step, word, gesture - and... after the third step, word or gesture, everything went wrong. Is it possible for me to predict anything? But you still came up with in advance, it was an element of the game, your game. Probably mine too.
You went to the bathroom and washed. The face is already on fire. Funny how a boy on a first date. But rinsing with cold water is nice.
And now you're in the room. I'm standing in the middle, smiling at you. A light dress, tied with a belt, And this time completely blind in front. You were even surprised - with your indifference to my chest, my love for deep necklines was quite understandable. But almost immediately you understood the secret plan. The chest is rather tightly fitted, and although it is closed, it still turned out to be emphasized, it attracts attention and excites thoughts. You can't help it, and there's no need to, one of the charms of this game is its transience.
You come over, turn your back on me and immediately cover my breasts with the cups of your palms. Under the light fabric of the dress, you can feel the denser fabric of the bra, under it - the elastic softness of the chest, and all together creates an amazing impression, you wrinkle my breasts, forget yourself and don’t even immediately pay attention to how I start to cling to you ass. At first, slightly, as if inquiringly, then more strongly, having felt the tubercle of your penis, I begin to very frankly rub against it from side to side. You are sorry to part with my breasts, but the excitement is growing, one hand is still crumpling the chest, and the second is already sliding down, along the stomach, then lower, to the legs, pressing my ass to the penis even more, although I don’t need help here. But this is so, modesty, which is finally discarded and the hand is already between my legs, the light fabric of the dress and the even thinner fabric of the panties do not interfere at all with the shape of my labia, they are swollen and occupy almost the entire palm, and they can be wrinkled almost as well as breasts. Only the desire grows much faster, and the dress and panties almost immediately begin to get in the way. Ah, those adult games! My head starts to spin a little, I want, I want! and this "I want" can be satisfied immediately, without the pauses and words required in youth.
You lift up your dress, getting tangled in it, I help you - and, finally, you stick your hand into your panties, with two fingers you immediately feel a hot and wet slit, feel for small lips and squeeze them between your fingers. Now the dress gets in the way on the chest, you unzip the zipper on the back of the dress - What a charm! Almost to the butt! - and crawl under it. At another time, you would stroke your breasts through your bra for a long time, teasing yourself and me, but now, now you are only annoyed that the bras are difficult to unfasten with one hand. You have already put your second fingers into my vagina, and you don’t want to take them out of there, you want to tease me to a groan, to a howl, to a plea.
However...
However, you can take a short break. In this game, I should not be turned on too much, although now it is already too much. Here, for the umpteenth time, everything does not turn out as planned, but whoever loses his head next to me ... You slightly move away from me, and already calmly, with both hands, unbutton your bra. Then you realize that now it would be possible to play around without removing it. So you caress my breasts for a while through the bra, which is quite tight on the bottom with light lace on top, it creates funny contrasts. Then you pull it down and, of course, the first thing you start to do is pull on the nipples. Then you clasp your entire chest with your palms, knead it, the excitement in you grows again, immediately, with a click. You again begin to rub against my ass, stick one hand into your underpants - all this pause I kept the hem of my dress pulled up. And, finally, you realize that you don’t need to hold back, everything can be done quickly in this game, and you could have mastered me for a long time. You bring me to the table, lean forward, I lie down on it with my hands and head. You lift up your dress, I bend over and rub my legs against each other. At the same time, the ass walks slightly from side to side, you are excited and already want to just pounce on me. But you stop, you realize that I'm teasing you on purpose, and, laughing, lightly slap me on the ass. Then you lower your underpants and spread my legs a little. Oh this view! Ass sticking up, swollen and wet labia between plump thighs, anus rosette, and most importantly, a feeling of availability and expectation... The smell of pleasure...
You tried again to slow down. He quickly took off his pants. Unbuttoned his shirt. He came over and stroked my ass. Run your fingers over your labia, you love that feeling of tight and waiting flesh. Stroked a little - and they responded, swelled more, and the entrance to the vagina slightly opened ... Yes ... this view is worthy of an artist's pen, but what kind of fool would hold on to a pen? You are already holding on to your cock, which, like a magnet, reaches for this hot and dark hole. But that's not all. There is another "home-made" one. There is a brewed teapot under a napkin on the coffee table, your glass in the cup holder and a cup for me... Sitting on an armchair, you pour yourself a fragrant drink and take a sip, admiring my view - even more interesting from below.
Then you come up to me, put the glass on the flower rack, which happened to be nearby (?), and slowly immerse the head of the penis into the crack between the wet lips. You stop, listening to the sensations, take a glass and take a few more sips. The hot liquid in the stomach and the hot flesh around the penis echo in an amazing way, your arousal grows, the penis swells even more and becomes stone, responding with pain. You push it all the way through, take another sip. Then slowly you begin to drive back and forth, feeling a hot and velvety touch. Each sip of tea adds desire and excitement, the deliberate slowness of movement inflames you. But it turns out, me too. My slight groan - in violation of the rules of the game - is already throwing you into the heat, and, putting down the glass, you firmly grab my hips. Another five seconds of pause - and now you are already starting slow, but deep movements. The blows become more frequent, breaking the silence, the slapping of your body against my ass is carried around the room. How I love these sounds! With each blow you try to screw into me, "get to the tonsils", as I put it, the velvet touch of the vagina is mixed with pain in the overstressed member, but what a pleasure it is! I have to push harder and harder against the table to resist your pushes, you see in the mirror of the sideboard how I sway back and forth on the table, and here you want to see how my breasts sway.
You stop and, lifting me, again reach your chest with one hand, and with the other you begin to remove the dress from my hands. I guess what you want, and I take it off myself, while you finger my breasts. But this game is no longer so interesting, and as soon as the dress is removed, you again begin to madly impale me on your stake, while watching with one eye how my breasts flutter wildly. But soon you forget about it, the sensations in the inflamed penis cover everything else, and in some next push, when the head rests against my uterus, a hot jet jumps out of it, burning you from the inside as well, and you continue to beat and beat, with a growl breaking the vow of silence...