Cinema not for movies
A girl in a white coat, leaning against the wall, stood near the entrance to the cinema located in the entertainment complex. She nervously glanced at the time on her phone and scrolled through her social media page. He was already 6 minutes late. Finally, she heard footsteps beside her.
"Boo...!" he said cheerfully, "Sorry I'm late, got held up."
"It's fine, let's go," the girl replied and was the first to head towards the ticket counters.
After quickly buying tickets and checking their coats, they approached the entrance to the correct screening room. Trailers for new films were already flashing on the screen. A surprise awaited them in the auditorium. Besides them, there was only some strange guy
on the fourth row and no one else. Exchanging a glance, they climbed the steps to the very top and sat down. The girl watched the screen intently, while the boy stared at her attentively, not taking his eyes off her.
"Maybe stop looking at me like that?" she laughed.
"I like watching you," he looked into her eyes and took her hand.
He slowly brought it to his lips and kissed it.
"I want to at least watch the beginning of the movie," the girl pleaded.
He smirked but didn't let go of her hand. A few minutes later, he touched her cheek with his hand, running it down to her chin and involuntarily making the girl turn. She looked at him and had just opened her mouth to say something when he, not waiting, silenced her with a kiss. He pressed her firmly against the back of the seat, one arm around her shoulders, the other lightly gripping her neck. The girl leaned forward and returned the kiss. She liked feeling his strength on her, but at some point, she decided to show her own self and bit the young man's tongue hard, making him groan and release her from his strong embrace. The girl breathed heavily and let her hair down, pulling off the hair tie.
"You have beautiful hair," he remarked, running his hand through it.
She turned sharply and, grabbing him by the neck, pulled him to her. The wild dance of their tongues probably would never have stopped if they themselves hadn't wanted more. The young man demandingly unfastened the belt and button on the girl's trousers. And suddenly stood up from the seat and knelt before her. The girl didn't have time to protest when he already pulled down her jeans and moved her panties aside. He lightly touched her clitoris with his hot tongue and began gently making circular motions around it. Slowly moved it down and back up again. After 3-4 minutes, the girl, remembering where they were, pulled the guy up by the hair. Understanding her decision, he obediently sat down next to her, hugged her, and helped her put her jeans back on. But didn't fasten them, leaving his hand in her panties.
The girl moaned quietly, causing him to quickly cover her lips with his. And demandingly slipped his tongue into her mouth. Without stopping kissing her, he began working his fingers, now gently stroking, now speeding up the pace. The girl writhed, and if her mouth weren't occupied, she would definitely have screamed with pleasure. The pleasant torment didn't stop for about 30 minutes, after which she came, and the guy, having achieved his goal, pulled out his hand and licked each finger, looking at the girl cheerfully. She quickly came to her senses, and now she was sitting on him, gently kissing his neck, then grabbing his hair and kissing his lips.
He, using her own belt, pulls her towards him so hard that bones begin to crack. (Erotic stories) Passionate kisses are interspersed with very sexual movements, eerily similar to sex, only through clothing. He tightly squeezes her butt, making her "impale" herself more and more on his cock. Removing one hand from his neck, the girl begins stroking his cock through his jeans, which quickly bores her, and she unfastens them. She slightly moves away from him, pulls his cock out of his jeans, and begins moving her hand up and down it, looking him straight in the eyes and smiling lustfully. Closing his eyes, he groans and, unable to bear it, grabs her by the neck and begins kissing her roughly. A couple more minutes, and now they hear the music and credits. The girl quickly jumped off the guy and began tidying herself up.
"And where's my belt?"
"No idea."
Reaching his hand under the seat, the guy triumphantly pulled out the accessory.
The girl snatched it and suddenly looked at the guy. Sharply throwing it around his neck, she whispered quietly: scream if it gets hard. And tightly winding it, she began kissing the young man on the neck, and then on the lips. He rasped something, but she didn't hear and, just glancing at him, quickly released the belt.
"Sorry, I asked you to say something!"
"Yeah, but you shut my mouth with your tongue," he laughed and kissed her on the forehead. The lights came on, and they, flushed from the heat, with disheveled hair—the girl—and an untucked shirt—the guy—but still happy, left the auditorium, catching the glances of curious couples and the usher.