Stranger... hmm...
Evening… after a long and exhausting day, I come home. The apartment is quiet and empty. I take off my high-heeled shoes, throw my bag into the far corner of the room, turn on soft music… I'm getting ready for a shower. The more time passes, the less clothing remains on me… I dance… my movements are graceful. In time with the music. My hand touches my shoulder, and a few moments later, a light, almost breeze-like blouse ends up on the floor, revealing black lace lingerie… "Next, the skirt will go to the floor," I think, and at that very moment, my hand is already sliding up my thigh… I unzip it. The skirt is on the floor… I walk
to the mirror. Lace lingerie and fishnet stockings…I begin to realize that I'm getting aroused. Still dancing erotically, I unclasp my bra. And it's on the floor… Slowly, I take the hairpin out of my hair. "How sexy I am…"… I put my heels back on. Now I'm truly turned on. I make the music a bit louder. I caress myself… a couple more moments, and my panties are lying next to the rest of the clothes… how beautiful I am…
The arousal builds. It gets wet between my legs. My hand slipped there and… I already feel a sensation of flight. I feel good… I lower myself onto the bearskin rug lying on the floor, admire my reflection in the mirror… I enjoy… a little more… more… more…
The doorbell rings. Without coming to my senses, I run to open it. And only when I reach the threshold do I realize I'm not dressed. I grab a towel from the bathroom. Wrap myself in it. I open the door. The first thing that catches my eye is the man's toned torso. He's holding a bag of mail in his hands. Without thinking, I tear the towel off myself and jump onto him. Kisses. Long and passionate. His caresses are so sweet, so pleasant… I start to undress him… no! Not undress. I start tearing his clothes off. T-shirt, then jeans… glancing at his hips, I moan in sweet anticipation…
Kisses again… lips, neck, shoulders, chest… stomach… mmm, how he smells… With a deft movement, I take off his underwear. The result exceeded expectations… My unexpected partner let out a sweet sigh. I take his cock in my hand. With the other, I stroke his balls. I feel him tensing… growing… With careful finger movements, I massage him. My movements become more confident… faster. At some point, I stop. I touch the head with my tongue… a couple of seconds pass, and I already feel his flesh in my mouth… we come simultaneously…
After a brief rest, a new wave of kisses begins… Now his muscular body looms over me, covering me with kisses, trying not to miss a single millimeter. His hand is already touching my clitoris. I nibble his lips… He starts descending lower. Caresses my breasts, plays with my nipples, which by then have tightened into firm little buds… He goes even lower. Pauses. Runs a finger along the edge of my labia, spreads them. I yield to his strong hands. I feel good… I close my eyes and feel his tongue on my thigh… on my clitoris… He slipped into me. Briefly. He embraced me with his arms again and entered me. We came simultaneously again… another wave of kisses… and we're already asleep, tightly embracing…