Arriving a couple of minutes later, he dialed her, after two beeps she dropped. He, after standing for about five minutes, heard a familiar click. She let him in and escorted him into the room without speaking. She locked the door and said:
Oh Ryder! she moaned and ran her fingers through his hair, her other hand caressing her chest under his shirt.
If only he knew what I'm doing now. she thought. She was close to orgasm, but decided to get to this point even more spectacular. She went to the bars, knelt down, spread her legs and began to caress her clitoris. He pressed himself against the bars, his cock going through her and close to her face. It turned her on, but she did not want to take it in her mouth. She felt a hand touch her chest, her nipple, she accelerated. The hand rose to the lips, took the neck and pulled to the cock. She freed herself, shook her head and continued to masturbate. He whispered something in a foreign language, she shrugged. He reached out to her other hand and began to pull her to his cock. She didn't move her hand. He put her hand on his cock, and she began to masturbate him. She teased him, bringing her lips to the head, barely touching and jerking off his cock in this position, if he tried to take her head, she stopped. He seems to have reconciled. He began to stroke her lips with his thumb and penetrate into her mouth, she let him go and began to suck her finger. It was difficult for her to focus so much on her masturbation, so she removed her hand from her pussy, focusing on the man. The pussy was already dripping. She quickened her movements with her hand, you could see how tense he was. He pressed on her lower jaw, she opened her mouth, he took her chin with his hand, fixed it in front of the head.
My tongue and lips were introduced to new smells and tastes, and they were so desirable that the question of whether they were pleasant was not even worth it - it was delicious!
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And then it's a matter of technology. She screams, screams that she doesn’t want anything, that I am raping her, that tomorrow she will go with a statement for rape. And I move my butt. I'm trying to get deeper. After a while, her voice began to lose volume, then angry notes disappeared from her speech, and then the first moan of voluptuousness flew from her lips. I stopped raping her roughly, began to move more gently, began to caress. She drags herself from kisses on the neck just below the hair. And when you kiss the shoulder blades. And kisses on the ass lead her into a state of delight. So I got out of her, my dear, stopped the torment of her little body, began caresses and kisses. She arched like a cat, arched her back, and put her ass out. It just doesn't purr. Where had it gone, all her anger? And she climbed onto the sofa with her knees, so she got up. And then she turned on her back and with her hands, two at once, spread her lips to the sides.
Only I don’t take it in my mouth, sorry. I always start to vomit and I can't help myself. Forgive me again. She pleaded pleadingly.
Yeah, I laughed too.
Well, my turn has come to tell my story, which did not happen sometime, but on the wedding night.