"And Sergei?"
No put… ah mmm… no.
I slowly approached the brunette and began kissing her passionately, allowing me to touch my penis, which had already managed to get up. I pulled the straps off her shoulders and unbuttoned it. She took off her bra and put my hand on her chest. The lady was very hot and passionate, but she smelled strongly of alcohol. I caressed her breasts, kissed and kneaded her, put my fingers under the brunette's dress, stroking her clitoris through her panties. Then she became very hot and she asked me to show her my cock. I teased a little as I slowly removed my shorts. I will say right away that my penis is not gigantic, but not small either (somewhere around 17 18 cm). The brunette gasped in delight. Her eyes burned and did not leave my cock. I moved my hips, tensing and relaxing him. She held out her hand. I took a step towards her. She slowly and hesitantly took my cock in her hand and stroked it a little.
And me and you ... she answered a little sadly. This was probably the only moment when my aunt allowed herself to feel a little sad.
liveartbcs.com/philippines/21-02-2022. Sasha timidly raised his eyes to me for the first time and looked inquiringly.
I ruffled her thick reddish hair with a smile, thanked her for a pleasant evening and left the bedroom, wishing Olya good night. Closing the door between the rooms behind me, I turned off the light in the living room and lay down on the sofa. Naturally, I could not sleep because of the pleasant excitement. I remembered the warmth and softness of my friend's lips, the wet firmness of her tongue. Turning on the sheet for a few minutes, I pulled out of my shorts a member that had long been standing and began to gently stroke to relieve tension. Here the door to the bedroom opened with a quiet click and on the threshold, in the light of street lamps breaking through the windows, stood Olya, in a plaid thrown over her shoulders. She complained that she was not sleeping well and asked to lie down with me. I joked that I wouldn’t fall asleep alone either, and Olya, giggling, threw the blanket on the floor and crawled under my blanket, turning her back to me.
Very nice and comfortable, - Olya noted, hugging herself by the shoulders, - only cold.
After a couple of moments, they disconnected and looked at each other. She cried and smiled. They kissed so he felt the taste of her salty tears.
In the morning she was gone. Happy I moved to the customer's address. Looks like I'm going to have to travel a lot more often...