Andryushka
He is my ex-boyfriend. When I seduced him, I was 18, he was n. He didn't even have a mustache yet. Then we broke up and didn't see each other for 3 years. I managed to get married and have a child, he returned from the army.
My God, how he had matured! Tall, handsome, muscles, a washboard stomach, a neat butt, dashing eyebrows, and that smile... We talked and went our separate ways. And the next day he came to me and asked me out (it was City Day), of course, I ran. And after the festivities, we snuck into a disco. We danced! We were the center of attention. I had never felt so confident dancing before. But here we just merged. I
felt and anticipated all his movements... And he, mine. I was already aroused and could feel his cock straining in his pants, trying to burst the zipper on his fly. My panties were already soaked. I was only afraid of one thing—not to start undressing right there...The disco ended. We went out into the fresh air, it was so cool. By the time we reached my house, I even managed to get cold. I lived in a private house. We entered the hallway, it was a bit warmer. A few phrases and we were already kissing... Passionately...
I was wearing a long black sundress with a deep neckline, and underneath, only black sheer thong panties. A strap slipped off my shoulder, exposing my breast. He pressed against it, began to caress it, lightly nibble. I lost track of time. I unbuttoned his shirt, ran my tongue along his neck, around his nipples (they had become hard little nubs), lower to his navel I traced a wet trail... I knelt before him. He pressed against the wall and let out a convulsive, loud sigh. I managed the button on his trousers. Ah! And he wasn't wearing underwear! I raced down with furious speed.
His hot cock slid along my cheek, so gentle, satiny... I ran my tongue along it, slowly, from bottom to top... Then around the head. A drop appeared. With my index finger, I began to trace the head, smearing it, meanwhile showering his cock with kisses. Then I took it in my mouth. It was salty (or the precum was salty :). I began to caress it, suck... God, how I wanted him! And he didn't disappoint. He lifted me from my knees, said hoarsely:
— I can't take it anymore... I want you...
He turned me with my back to him, reached under my hem, pulled down my panties, with an authoritative movement bent me over, entered me with a strong thrust and... froze. I came. And he stood for a second and then began to move inside me. Slowly, then faster, picking up the pace... And his movements awakened such a strong desire in me that at the moment he slipped out of me, I came again, feeling his semen running down my legs...
He left, and we never met again.
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