Surprise for your loved one

... That evening, I decided to give you an unusual surprise. You were supposed to come to me around midnight. I was leisurely preparing for the meeting. I placed candles everywhere. Chilled the champagne. Prepared light snacks. Filled a vase with fruit. Recorded beautiful, erotic music onto a disc. Spread silk sheets on the bed. And most importantly, I arranged with my friend that she would help me with the surprise for you.

There were only two hours left until our meeting. And I took a fragrant bath, applied light makeup, styled my hair, put on beautiful lace lingerie, stockings with a lacy top, and a long, form-fitting dress. It flatteringly emphasized

my ample bust, hugged my hips, and fell in light folds almost to the floor. I finished the preparations by putting on high-heeled shoes. One final touch with the scent of my favorite perfume, and I was completely ready to meet you. The doorbell rang. It was Zhenya, my closest friend. We went into the room and started setting the table. There was half an hour left until your arrival. I turned on the music; its sounds flowed softly from the speakers, filling the room. Zhenya and I sat on the sofa, talking about trivial things. We were both a little excited in anticipation of the coming evening.

And then, finally—the doorbell. I run to open it. It's you, my darling! I quickly kiss you on the lips with a playful smile. And you hand me flowers and pull me close. I laughingly pull away and lead you inside. We enter the room. Zhenya came towards us. You look at me surprised and a little disappointed. But I just smile and introduce you to each other.

"Max, this is my friend Evgenia, you can just call her Zhenya. Zhenya, this is my Maxim."

Zhenya gives you an inviting smile. You look at her in bewilderment, not yet suspecting what surprise we have prepared for you. It must be said that Zhenya is quite an attractive blonde, tall, with a small bust and long legs.

"Well, why are we standing?" I smile. "Max, darling, pour us some champagne!"

You walk over to the table, open the bottle, I hand you the glasses. I see you're unhappy with Zhenya's presence. But I'm in no hurry to reveal all the cards. The three of us drank to our acquaintance. I discreetly winked at my friend and pulled you to dance. You and I began to move slowly to the music. You whispered in my ear:

"Lara, what does all this mean? Why is she here? We haven't seen each other for a whole week! I wanted to be alone with you."

"Max, don't be angry! You'll understand everything soon."

And I, rising on my tiptoes, kissed you tenderly and passionately at the same time. You pulled me close and began to respond to my kiss. I stroked your neck. And your hands slid down my back. Unnoticed, Zhenya came up to us and pressed her breasts against your back. You froze. And we, like conspirators, smiled at each other over your shoulder and began to caress you. You quickly came to your senses and began to play along with us. We began to kiss you. Our tender, sweet lips drove you crazy. You quickly became aroused. Our bold little tongues explored your mouth, ears, and neck in turn. Meanwhile, our hands were freeing you from your clothes. Now your shirt flies to the side. We kiss your shoulders, stroke your back and toned stomach. I undo your belt, and Zhenya is already pulling down the zipper on your trousers. We pull the rest of your clothes off. And now you stand before us in all your masculine beauty. We step back a little and admire you. How handsome you are! Tall, toned, tanned. And your excited shaft inspires admiration and a desire to immediately put it to use. It is fully ready for battle and trembles with impatience. You quickly approach us, wrap your arms around both our waists, and begin to kiss us in turn. Our clothes gradually disappear. And now three naked, hot bodies are caressing each other. We kiss like crazy. And finally, we are in the bedroom.

Zhenya and I push you onto the bed. You fall onto the silk sheets, pleasantly cooling your hot skin. I lower myself between your legs and take your firm, hot shaft in my hand, begin to move my palm tenderly and slowly, exciting your desire even more. And here it is, tense, engorged with blood, in my mouth. I gently tickle the head with my tongue. And at this time, you are kissing Zhenya, stroking her breasts, and pinching her nipples. The breathing of all three of us is rapid and slightly hoarse. Zhenya also slides down. And now the two of us take turns licking your shaft. Our little tongues meet, wrap around your cock, one slides up, the other down, simultaneously caressing the head. Our hands are not idle either. They gently massage your scrotum, roll your balls in hot, moist palms, stroke the base of your cock. The movements of our mouths, tongues, and hands achieve their goal. You begin to erupt violently, crying out with pleasure. Zhenya catches your juice with her tongue, and I press my lips to the head and drink the last drops, the sweetest and most desired ones. Your shaft is still trembling; I gently kiss its tip. You blissfully sprawl on the sheets. But our heated bodies and wet little pussies also demand satisfaction. And we begin to kiss you. I sink a kiss into your lips, playing with my tongue in your mouth. Zhenya tickles your ear and neck with her tongue. Gradually we move lower. We kiss your chest. We suck on your little nipples. You stroke our shoulders, catch our nipples with your fingers, pinch them, lightly squeeze them. And we move lower down your stomach to the source of pleasure. I and Zhenya stroke your thighs, squeeze and caress your balls. We take turns sucking your cock. And now it becomes strong again and looks up at the ceiling defiantly. Zhenya began to stroke my legs, kiss my breasts, nibble on my nipples. Honestly, I didn't expect this from her, but I gladly accept her tender caresses.

And she goes lower and lower. I moan softly. And now her mouth has reached my little cave; she began to gently lick it, press her tongue against the sensitive little bump. You were watching us. Then you moved and knelt behind Zhenya. Began to caress her with your hands. Stroked her bottom, waist, thighs. Slid your hand between her legs and inserted a finger into her flowing pussy, moved it there. Zhenya began to caress me even faster. I moaned from her caresses. And at that moment, you entered her cave, wet with excitement, and began to move slowly. Her tongue penetrated me in time with your movements. You entered Zhenya's pussy quickly and sharply, firmly holding her bottom with your hands. And Zhenya accelerated the attacks with her tongue. And then a hot wave of orgasm rolled through my body. For the first time, I experienced pleasure from a woman! At this time, you were moving wildly in Zhenya's pussy, and she followed me with a loud cry. A minute later, you erupted onto her back and bottom with a hot stream of semen. Breathing heavily, we sprawled on the bed. And soon, once again, we take turns arousing you to revive your depleted shaft. While arousing you, we kissed each other from time to time. You squeezed our breasts, rubbed and pinched our nipples. And now you are eager for battle again.

Zhenya relaxed back onto the pillows and, watching us, caresses herself with her fingers. And we kiss hotly, entwining our tongues. Our hands flutter over our bodies, fanning the flames of passion. You flipped me onto my back, threw my legs over your shoulders, spread my petals with your fingers, and with a smooth movement entered my cave. I sighed blissfully, lifting my hips to meet you. You plunged into me and surfaced again. We moaned loudly. Zhenya tormented her little bud, kneaded her breasts. Your hands squeezed my breasts; I dug my nails into your buttocks. Then you turned over, sat me on your shaft, and entered again. Your hot breath and hot, moist body excited me endlessly. You pressed me to you; I wrapped my legs around your waist. And you began to enter me sharply; I was impaled on your shaft. Moving my bottom. Your tip deep inside hit the bottom of my cave. And in response, my cave tightly, tenderly, and hotly squeezed your shaft. And now we reached the desired finish line together. Your hot explosion and my fiery eruption merged into one turbulent river of orgasm. Your shaft pulsed with bursts inside me, and my cave convulsively clenched around it. Embracing, we collapsed onto the bed. But before the waves of the experienced orgasm had even subsided, Zhenya was already pulling you towards her. And everything started again in a new round. Our passionate, stormy night seemed endlessly sweet and long. In the morning, Zhenya called a taxi and left, whispering words of gratitude in my ear. You were sleeping at the time. I saw Zhenya off and returned to bed. Crawling under the blanket, I snuggled up to you. You sleepily kissed me, hugged me, and we fell soundly asleep.

That's the kind of surprise for my beloved man I prepared.

You liked it, didn't you?