Meditation
There is nothing worse than relieving fatigue and tension with a bottle of beer. How else? Simply — meditation.
She was 26 years old. Not like standard girls. No, she didn't have a dick on her forehead) Petite, 164 cm tall, fragile, her hair color changed with her mood. Her young body was adorned with a snake and a spider. Interests — sex, orgasms, mastering her own body…
For her birthday, she decided to give herself a gift — a singing bowl. Coming home, she undressed, sat on the floor, and took the purchase in her hands, examining it from all sides and smiling at her reflection in the bowl. After turning the mallet in her hands, she began…
Slowly rotating the mallet around the bowl, she closed
her eyes and began to listen to the "singing." The vibrations of the bowl resonated in every cell of her body. Especially around the navel. Arousal grew, fatigue and irritation dissolved in the music. Her temples pulsed. From pleasure, she bit her lip and slightly increased the tempo. Heat. In her chest, then throughout her body. The world around disappeared. Only darkness remained… and music. Blackout. What does she see?Night. A full moon illuminates the road to some house. She walks there. A young man is at the table. Silently, he takes her hand and pulls her to him. Rubs his chin against her hair. Arousal grows again. The singing of the bowl is audible… She realizes she is not wearing clothes, and neither is the guy. A fire ignited around her navel. His hands caress her back, buttocks, then "dive" between her legs. Wet, hot. Her legs buckle. He lays her on the floor. A brush appeared in his hands out of nowhere.
Soft… he runs it over her body. She held her breath and listened to her sensations. The tender bristles caressed her chest, tickling her swollen nipples, smoothly descending lower and lower. (Specially for .оrg — ) Her "bud" was already covered in dew and had opened its petals, exposing the "pearl." As soon as the brush barely touched it, her body was as if pierced by electricity, her eyes opened wide, her pupils dilated, and her sweet moan merged with the melody.
Their bodies intertwined. Passion clouded their minds, they wanted one thing… Gripping her hips, he entered her sharply. The walls of the "temple" clenched their guest. She dug her nails into his shoulders, tears streamed down — "Yes!". Another wave of orgasm. No — a tsunami) Sharp and fast movements. The melody becomes louder and louder. The moon outside the window shone brighter, illuminating their naked bodies with its light. "Come on, a little more," he whispered in her ear. Every cell of her body seemed to be thrashing in ecstasy. A thrust, another thrust… she closed her eyes. Arched her back, pressing her "temple" against him even tighter, her hands already gripping her hair. A piercing scream. Everything disappeared.
She woke up in her room, still playing the bowl. But the melody was no longer so smooth, her hands were trembling, her body pleasantly "ached," and there was "dew" under her feet…)