A lot of surprising things can be found in seemingly simple things. One of these discoveries was my girlfriend’s vagina. Moreover, this discovery even received the name “Svetkin’s mink.”
Of course, to a person who is sophisticated in opening vaginas, the name itself - mink - may seem completely ordinary. But, believe me, dear reader, this center of radiation of erotic fluids and fantasies, and I even dare to add and separate from all others with clarification, is the granary of the sexual dark all-consuming matter of the cosmos and the source of inspiration for my most vile carnal desires that have ever arisen for a living being.. ... you can't describe it more capaciously...
As for the rest, judge for yourself, reader...
It so happened that I was in a vacuum for a long time, in hunger, as you probably guessed, in sexual hunger... And after the end of my imprisonment, my Alpha Trotter broke out into the prairie of Lust and Desire and hurried to find out the first one that came along, let the earth she will rest in peace, vagina...
It turned out that the first owner desired by my Trotter turned out to be a Person known to me for a long time.
Sveta... An interesting girl, with a subtle sense of humor, and with the same subtle perception of love... I will omit a detailed retelling of all the advantages of this, in fact, unpredictable girl and move on to the main thing, namely the transformation of a simple vagina as an anatomical parts of the body, into a hole... not a hole, how can the mind of a recidivist maniac, most sophisticated in violence, distort the sacred... namely, into a hole...
After all, what is great in small things... exactly! Mink.
Sveta was tipsy... not swollen to the point of moaning at the desire of a wild and hard... but just a drunk young woman...
In a slightly depraved position, judging by the position of her legs, she was reclining on the bed and looking at her recently purchased laptop...
The light of liquid crystals shone into her elegant and charming glasses, enhancing the visual effect - a la “Secretary at work”, but the complete absence of outerwear made it clear “There will be no work, I’m waiting for a client”...
I didn’t like keeping girls waiting, especially after my Trotter’s two-year abstinence...
"What are you watching?"
“Porn,” Sveta answered without any embarrassment..
"Um,...anal?" - I sneered.
"Ha-ha, just porn... "Rain without Thunder" sad G. about love"
“I didn’t like it either... are you watching?” I asked, leaning against the door frame, crossing my arms over my chest and watching with interest the glasses that had not turned towards me...
“yes... will you just stand there?”
There was nothing superfluous in the question... But I decided not to rush to answer...
“Okay,... wait, since it’s warmer there...” - still without turning her head towards me, she turned over on her side, exposing her curvaceous forms to my gaze...
I won’t say that it became offensive... but I didn’t make a fuss either...
"Execution..."
"Executions..."
“There will be no appeal?”
“Already epilated,” with these words she slightly tucked her knees under her, rounding and at the same time exposing her butt to the light of liquid crystals...
Inside, it clenched... unclenched, and with a noticeable effort of will, worthy of a Spartan, the feeling, characterized in medical circles as close to pre-heart attack, dissolved...
Now I really looked stupid...
First of all, I was still in jeans and a T-shirt... and socks too...
Secondly, Rysak, not that he was eager to tear his fly, but was quietly whining.... “Let me go, master.”
Pushing my shoulder away from the joint, which had rather tired of me, I headed towards the front of the stage of this evening performance...
The path was 5-6 steps... essentially nothing, in countless steps in my stupid life... but it was not the executioner who walked to the scaffold... The sound of a falling belt, at that moment, reminded me pizdeishn.net of the sound of a fallen the nervous hands of a soldier who hastily sewed on a metal needle on the collar the night before the oath.
The trotter, sensing the weakening spirit of his owner, quietly and peacefully began to hide, out of sight, in the farthest corner of his boxers...
To Sveta’s credit, it must be said that she understood men not only by words, but also by 5-6 steps to her bed.
With a deft movement of her hips, she jumped to the edge of the bed and, lightly touching my navel with the thumb of her right foot, she whispered, “I want you.”
Diving her fingers into the waistband of my jeans, she made me fall onto the bed with a sharp movement...
The light from the laptop now illuminated her head, leaning towards my shoulders.
"Will you punish me?" With these words, she grabbed my nipple with the incisors of her even white teeth and slightly lifted it up...
This was her legendary death grip... for a few seconds the final music of the film she watched sounded in silence...
The pressure of the teeth intensified like an elevator going up from the first to the 9th floor... 1... 2... 3... 4... About the 5th floor I grabbed her hair in a bun and pulled a little... The grip weakened, but instead of teeth, her lips dug into me...
The upward movement continued... 6... 7... 8...
There is no point in describing my feelings... Although there is no “I was shaking”, perhaps that’s enough... 9...
Sveta, being a skillful leader, without opening her hellish lips, deftly penetrated my stable with her fingers... The trotter, it should be noted, was obediently waiting for this and, having waited for a tight grip around the neck, reared up...
Then there is fog... But I remember... Sveta sat on me and wrapped her long hair like ropes around my chest... With the head of my penis I remember the touch of lips... fingers... and...
Without waiting for the end of the execution, he got out from under the executioner...
"All!"
"Enough?"
"No"
I pressed my palm to her cheeks...
"No, I'm a cap now." We suddenly grabbed each other's lips... The heat of the lips, soft shoulders, hard nipples, butterflies on the stomach... my hands, like tentacles, scanned her entire body, going lower and lower..., the strip of hair leading down was wet... More below I was greeted, I can swear to it, by the hot breath... of minks. Exactly minks... the cradle where something delightful and alluring to itself with every fiber was born...
I couldn't hold back any longer... and I walked in... just like that... at full gallop...
Scream... Moan... “Yes... piss”... Sveta exhaled it all, like a butterfly fluttering its wing...
The wave was enough for a wave that filled me completely... It went from my knees to the very top of my head... and blossomed into a bud... Then I growled... with furious blows I tried to reach the end of the hole, I felt that I was filling it all and somewhere in 5 millimeters from the head of the penis, I felt the moment of truth and participation in the sacrament of knowing the depths...
The member was unbending... spasms began to creep up to the muscles of the ass, but I couldn’t stop... I had no right... I couldn’t betray my Trotter, who had been waiting for freedom for so long... once again... once again... many, many more times...
I forgot about Sveta... She, I must give her credit, forgot herself... Like a little fairy who found herself at the wild Sabbath of her older sisters, she arched, screamed, moved in unison with my penis...
Fog...
Dear reader, if you saw the exit of a nuclear warhead from the Topol silo, perhaps you would understand me... if not, then I’ll simply tell you, Trotter was carried away... he broke free of the muscles and tendons physically restraining him and rushed off into the distance. .. to the endless expanses of the mink, taking with her my consciousness and feelings... Svetka also froze, bending over so that she almost touched the back of her head to my chest and froze...
We both froze... We both felt...
The trotter connected with the mink...
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