My Caring Olyechka — 2

And so, continuing from the previous story... Our intimacy happened early in the morning, before work. After we parted ways and arrived at work, I couldn't come to my senses; my thoughts were only of her and nothing else... But now I want to tell not about that, but about one of our many subsequent meetings. Yes, there were many of them. We met in courtyards—fortunately, my car was tinted—and in garages, and in vacant lots, but there was one place we called "ours"... It was near a small river, practically right outside the city, a very cozy little forest, a stream. We often went there and enjoyed each other... Here is one of

them... As usual, I arrived a little earlier so as not to keep my beloved waiting, spread a blanket over the back seat of my car, and waited... Now on the horizon, I see her approaching, a flutter in my soul and anticipation. She gets out, I go to meet her. Embracing and kissing, we greet each other and immediately settle onto the back seat. God, how tenderly she kisses, my hands wander over her body, her legs, stockings, always beautiful and lacy lingerie, her deliciously scented skin, the fragrance of her perfume... Taking off my T-shirt, I begin to unbutton her blouse and bra. Her breasts aren't large, but insanely beautiful and delicious, her hardening nipples begging for my kisses. Kissing her lips, neck, breasts, her little tits, my head spinning from it all... Pulling down her skirt, it's no trouble to reach her pussy, as she always came to our meetings in stockings, and her panties were very pliable and easily moved aside, revealing before me the pink bud of her flower... I had mixed feelings towards her; I wanted to do everything both tenderly and roughly, imitating a kind of violence (once joking that I would rape her, I saw her desire to be taken by force, made to submit—these conversations aroused her), but she is very tender and fragile, so I was always afraid of hurting her. Pulling down her panties, I would, as usual, press my mouth to her little pussy, wet, hot, and insanely delicious. Licking that well-groomed, always smooth pussy, I went crazy, inserting one or two fingers into her, making her body shudder and reach orgasm... After oral caresses, I would sit up, and then it was her turn, and she greedily swallowed the not-so-small head of my cock... how she does it, taking almost the entire length into her mouth... After she had pleasured me, she would squat over me, her wet flower opening and dripping with desire. My cock slid into her as if greased, and she, with sharp movements, impaled herself on it, kissing me on the lips... Seeing she was tired, I laid her on her back, spread her legs, and with a sharp thrust, drove my cock in... Holding her beautiful legs in my hands, I greedily fucked my dear Rodnulka... My cock was ready to burst from all this, and cum shot into her with such force. After finishing, I simply pressed down on this fragile, mature, beloved, and desired woman... Wiping ourselves with tissues, we looked at each other with smiles and, satisfied, went our separate ways to our own affairs... During the day, she often told me how, throughout the day, traces of our love would leak out of her...