Orgasm in Moon Square

I have decided to share my fantasies with you. Don't judge too harshly; support is very important to me. If you could properly evaluate my work and occasionally offer advice and kind words, I would be very grateful. If you don't like it, please be sure to write why...

I will be glad for any response and suggestions. Sincerely yours, ELANIUS!!!

I will tell you an episode from my life. It happened in the summer. Student days, exams... And by the will of fate, I found myself on the outskirts of the province. You see, I need to gather materials for a report. And so, narrow green streets, curious glances from passersby, and a hotel, damn it. I really don't want to! But

duty comes first, and in a cozy room "without cockroaches," I have a notebook, a pen, and a phone, hoping to reach another respected employee of the local museum.

Strangely, I remember how I entered the University. During the exams, there was a girl in the crowd. Yes, there are many like her, but she was the only one before my eyes, right? Ira, that was her name.

Well, I thoroughly exhausted the phone and, with a sense of duty fulfilled, left the gloomy hotel and went for a walk. Evening, loving couples, tractor races on the central pavement, and suddenly:

 — Hi, how are you?

A beautiful girl, bright eyes, lips — slightly haughty, but what hips. The semi-darkness hid a lot, but her shoulders, lush hair, and that feeling which is hard to contain when you know you'll get lucky.

 — Not much. How about you? — I said awkwardly, but try to pull yourself together when there's a tight-fitting top, and you know what those firm breasts are waiting for; and the question in her eyes — it's a desire to be a child, a desire to touch and feel the divine scent of passion.

A couple of phrases, a pause arose. Ah, what the hell! I took her hand, and her warmth became mine. "She's good without a top" — I thought, and her nipples that ask to be caressed. And lower, where tight jeans adorn her tummy and beg: take them off and take me. And then these words:

 — Well, did you recognize me? I'm glad to see you.

My God, it's her — Irinka. The girl I was gawking at and almost failed my entrance exams because of. We hugged, I noticed her perfect ass and couldn't help thinking about the fluffy strip adorned with feminine moisture. The walk lasted longer than I expected. And suddenly I made a decision. A shady square in the midnight moonlight seemed too tempting to pass by. We sat down, her voice, her gaze into my eyes... She didn't resist when my hand was on her waist — lower and lower, and her slender legs invite to pluck the wet little bud.

My blood was up, and I couldn't hold back. I started kissing her. A soft high — I caressed her tongue and gently sucked her lips. Her breath gave peace and passion, which were hidden between her luxurious breasts. She was fiddling with them and caressing me.

It seemed like I had been caressing her velvety neck, those shoulders of hers, all my life. Her ears, even they responded to my whisper. With my hand, I stroked her pubis, and my fingers, centimeter by centimeter, freed the cherished triangle of petals wet with excitement. Her breathing became faster. She moaned

 — I WANT!!!, — and her slightly sagging breasts slid down.

The highlight of the show — is her mouth, caressing my heated tool. And the way she squeezed my balls and wiggled her ass. And every kiss. Oh, how beautiful her holes are — wet and sweet! And for a second, she stopped to make sure all thoughts were only of her. I only felt her letting me go deeper. She is a wild cat. Her taste on my lips — and the feeling that she is near. Her firm pussy gave hope for! such! an orgasm that every second brought pleasure closer.

And now, she sucks my slippery cock, and it explodes right into her mouth. And for a long time in the bushes, I can't help but fuck this beauty.

Only by morning did we agree that we would whisper more, and more than once...

Thе_Еnd!!!

Е-mаil: hаushаt@mаil.ru