We continue our evening in bed, when we lie side by side, our breathing evens out, we calm down. I need to drink a glass of good wine, I sit on the edge of the bed and put on black stockings, but when I sit I put them on only on my feet, and then I get up, turn my back on you and slightly spread my legs and bending down, I begin to slowly pull and align these stockings on their legs, throwing playful glances at me. And your eyes see a beautiful picture of how the skin of the legs is hidden under the translucent dark fabric of the stockings, you see the smoothly shaved petals of my rose, the first ones are a little dark, the others are pale pink and gleaming from all these juices of love, the darkish star of the anus, to which wrinkles and yours run like rays. my friend, despite being tired, for a slight whining in the testicles, it begins to harden and bleed, I see all this and bring my ass closer to your face for a kiss, but you still kiss, but after the kiss, slap me on the ass and remind me what we wanted first drink some wine, I puff up my lips resentfully, straighten up and adjust the openwork elastic band of my stockings, put on high-heeled shoes and go to the kitchen, and you see how my hips sway, how the berries of my ass sway up and down in time with the steps. I feel this longed-for look and begin to swing my hips more, but here I am hiding, and you lean back against the pillow with a groan. You really want me, despite a slight aching pain in the testicles, despite the fact that you know that the orgasm will not be violent and there will be little sperm in the testicles and it will be difficult for you to finish, but you want to caress my body, hear the moans of my sweet languor and from this get the desired pleasure.
And so I enter, carrying a tray in my hands on which there is a bottle of chilled wine, there are two glasses, a plate with toasted salted almonds and chocolate bars with nuts are lying, I love it so much, I come up, put the tray on the bed, take off my shoes, we sit down facing each other between us a tray. I sit down in Turkish, you start pouring wine into glasses, your gaze glides over my face, lips, so sweet and giving pleasure, along the neck, along the chest with a pink halo of my delicious nipples, falls lower and lower, now it stops on a smooth pubis hair and finally sees a picture: slightly open dark lips behind which pale pink inner lips are visible, ending at the top with a tubercle of the clitoris.
From this, your hand trembles, and the friend begins to bleed again, and his breathing quickens and becomes a little hoarse. I see all this and spread my hips even wider, bending my knees. I see how your friend again takes a fighting position and begins to flare up, my pussy begins to secrete the juices of love, from which there is a shine on its petals. But first we will quench our thirst with a sip of wine and then we will eat a nut or a piece of chocolate, I will take a nut in my mouth that you will serve with your fingers, which I will also grab into my delicious mouth and try to keep it there, but you won’t give me that and we again we will take a sip of wine and repeat this game. I feel like lust spreads through my body, like blood rushes to my rose, which exudes even more nectar. You see how the color rushes to my face, how the earlobes begin to burn, how the halo around the papillae on the chest increases, and the papillae themselves become wider, how my hot breath blows over your skin and you yourself begin to flare up more. Finally, unable to bear all this, I put the tray aside and try to touch with my lips the head of your friend swollen from the rush of blood to her, the blood pulsates in my temples. But you want to continue the game, so you sit on the edge of the bed, and I kneel next to you, we take glasses of wine. I dip the head of my cock into a glass of wine and begin to lick the wine, catch the drops with my tongue, and swallow a delicious cocktail of wine and your lube that will start to stand out from it. But now you can not finish for a long time and therefore we will continue our game on the bed. You lie on your back, put pillows under your back, I get up on my knees above you, turning my ass to you, my head rests on your hips and you feel the wave of my hot breath with your testicles, crotch, your friend rests on my tummy.
In front of your face is my delightful rose, all wet and demanding affection, the berries of my ass, the whiteness of which, like the whiteness of my thighs, is emphasized by the openwork black strip of the elastic of my stockings, your tongue comes into play, my rose begins to exude even more nectar, a mixture of your saliva and my nectar drips on your chest, flows down the body and I feel it with the skin of my body clinging to you. Finally, your hands come into action, whose fingers play, ruffle the petals of my rose, push them apart, penetrate into the hot, all wet depth, pinch and stroke my clitoris, play with my ass, I hear the squelching sounds of love, your slightly hoarse voice commenting on everything what are your hands doing, you hear only sweet moans from all this unbearably sweet torture, I'm trying to get my mouth to the penis, but your hand doesn't let me hold my head. Finally, you take your hand away, I jump off you, and standing on my knees on the side, I begin to frantically caress your friend with my mouth, I press him to your stomach with my mouth so that you feel my wet lips with your stomach skin, flutter with my tongue on the head, on the bridle, opening mouth, I shake it in my mouth with a pen. Saliva mixed with lubricant flows from the mouth, drips down, drips onto your stomach, but I collect it with my tongue and continue to play with my friend. The fingers of your hands flutter over my rose, play with her, with her ass, with the papillae of the chest, we both wheeze and moan, and finally, your friend splashes out what is left in him, we both sob, and lie almost breathless.