I like you fucking.
For a very long time I could not choose the right name for this short story. But not the first I have to deal with a similar problem. Virtue Montigne, a child of the late education, also suffered pretty well with the title, embarking in his « experiments »to the relationship of a man and a woman, until I finally dwell on the very one that I choose after him – although, unlike a highly educated Frenchman, I can’t boast of what I read in the original. In Russian, here, in a deaf German outback, you won’t find it, but to read in German, equally alien to me, and Virgil-right, somehow not the Comme il Faut.
So I like that you are fucking.
I like what readily you open your pussy almost to the first coming. I like your exhibitionism – the way you like to be naked when you are ready at the first request or just a momentary whim of tearing off all your clothes in a matter of seconds, blocking the authorized norms for envy of love captains of the first, second and other ranks. I remember how you wringed your hands in a fit of despair: « imagine, I could not take in my mouth two minutes after meeting! This is probably old age?»
Oh no, you are still young. Young and fucking. I am delighted with your strong muscular vagina when she wraps over my cock with a dead grip, and you, having saddled me, move with such passion, with such bitterness that I can’t stand it and finish in seconds. And I splash out directly into the flare of your lust, giving it to your stubborn arches – but then it is, and at first you, gaming on my trunk, not just finish your moisture of desire, but literally erase hot jets out of yourself. At first, I even thought that you had an incontinence …But no, by no means, this is a completely different liquid, and I love most of all, if you are in such a mood, have you from behind, so that hot streams from your bosom washed my eggs …« and then dripped on my face!»- How sarcastically commented on this is your husband once after we were engaged in this three, and you, taking me from behind, at the same time licked his male to become;And he lay under you and watched me in my wife in his wife.
What else amazes me in you is your addiction to anal sex. You are not just inferior to the desire of the partner, but you like it yourself! I’m just touching your anus with a head, and you already instantly parted and open towards, absorbing my entire member entirely, to the very bottom, so that you shake it back in a matter of seconds and then not to let it go for a moment, until I finish it – butYou manage to finish two, three, or even four times during this time.
I like your stomach – a slightly hollow, slightly sagging belly of a mature woman, carrying visible marks of past pregnancies. And the breasts are heavy, low, fed …What can these young spinning steers in Ovid science, barely reached puberty and overwhelmed the first or second dozen lovers? Neither defloration, nor the first abortion, nor the first group, do not yet make a girl a woman. No, it is pregnancy and childbirth, when she learns not only the taste of apples from the tree of knowledge, but also the bitter price that Eve’s daughters pay: « and you will give birth in torment … ».
With French love, however, it did not work out. But at the same time, I am delighted with your ability to remember the sperm of every man that you have ever made a blowjob. And even if this is now with me now, then not just because « I do not want ». No, you can completely overshadow, which does not suit you precisely « my »a taste, and here you are already like a gourmet, relishing French wines and rejecting Bordeaux or Bozhole – but, for example, for the sake of a tart and aged Medoc. Oh, how you painted Malafu with your next hobby: « sweetish, flowing, slightly opalescent, and not ordinary yellow, but an amazing silver-blue shade!»
I love to water your magnificent body with champagne or cognac, and then lick it drop by a drop, a square centimeter behind a square centimeter and enjoy this drooping cocktail from your smells of your body, your sweat, your open pussy and alcohol fumes. And in general, I do not cease to be surprised how fussy you are to new ideas and ventures. Perhaps here we found each other: both have the main erogenous zone – these are gyrus of the brain. « Aesthetics of orgasm? Oh yeah!»- You immediately write a twenty -page abstract on this topic, and we have been discussing it for a long time, in breaks between orgasm. « masturbate? Please!»- And you tirelessly tire your clitoris in front of me, without taking your eyes off how I enjoy my unit with both hands. « sexual intercourse as a symphony? Easily!»- And we pass all the sonata Allegro – exposition, development and reprise;And the vaginal main topic is replaced by sodomic side, which, then, in the reprise, sounds in the tonality of the dominants, as it relies according to the laws of the composition. And then – andante, slowly, elegically, to smooth sad music …Now-Scerzo, Shutovskoye, Hooligan, with a dousy into a pipe from a balcony in bare form and masturbation with all the improvised objects: a candle, a banana, a bottle from under Pepsi-Cola or the handle of the pan. And finally – the finale, stormy, bravura and solemn, with sperm fountains and the code of the last orgasm, with the ringing of the Litaur in the ears and the pause of postcoithic orgasm, when for a few moments you simply lose consciousness …
I like you fucking.
It happened so in this life that I am crazy and losing my head exclusively from whores. And only prostitutes love me.
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