NB of the author {last night to my personal mail came a message from my friend who told me this fantasy with me. Having edited this small story, I asked his permission to remember this story here, to which he gave his consent. All actions the fruit of his fantasy, I just gave the form of this as for me, a great idea. He called this story “Blonde” and as if I would not want to give him a different name, of course I leave it}
PS of the author {Zorin hope to get with you into this lane}
I have a friend who, as a child, flew away with my mother to live in Italy.We met her on the vulgar Internet. Began to communicate, diligently and often, she found an approach to my soul, which I must say, is a great rarity. And then one day I decided that I had to fly to her and meet her, personally. I received a tourist visa, bought tickets and just four days off my job, got on the Kiev train, then I was waiting for the airport and flight to Malpenses.
I didn’t tell her anything about my decision, and only at the airport of Milan and him, more than ever, the appropriate Wi-Fi I called her, asked how always where she was and what she was doing, asked to make a selfie for me, which she always willinglyI did for me. I had a photo a few moments later, against the backdrop I visible the name of the cafe, where she was with her girlfriends, finding her no more problems, the father of the Internet and the roaming did everything for me, the stely was almost a red carpet to the capita, so I loved to call her.
And here I am 15 meters from her, more precisely, on against, so that she noticed me and naturally she saw me. She even turned pale from the confessor, froze for a few seconds, not believing her eyes took off her glasses and as the lunatic went in my direction, but I changed the route and moved away from it towards one of the narrow alleges, so typical for Italy. She followed me and called, she even began to be angry, but dutifully followed my steps. Finding the very place, I finally stopped a few steps away from her and while she was indignant, with an Italian accent, I examined her on this sunny, not hot spring day.
She was even more miniature than it seemed, a low growth, not what was not changed by Roman bossonos, a neat cute figure in a black skirt in a fold just above the knees, a white T -shirt and a wretched slot hung on her bag. I could no longer keep a distance and pressed it to me imperiously, but neatly and with the palm of my right hand closed her mouth so that she ceased to be indignant and after a shortlying moo in my palm she stops. I felt with my whole body how she has a second to give me more and more for a second, starting to get worth in my hands. On her large, shiny and blue eyes, tears were full of and one tear still rolled slowly along the cheek.
With the hand that I covered her mouth with the back of the index finger, I picked up her tear and licked her from my finger. Her eyes have always drove me crazy, and now all the more and I instinctively kissed them gently, first one, then the second and in the nose too. Her eyes looked at me so tenderly with such a dedication that finally broke me, with my right hand I took her by the waist, with my left back and tilted her head a little to one side and dug into her juicy lips, there are not chubby ones, as women are specially done now, and by nature juicy.
My capita hugged me, in turn, very much, pressing me even more to my hand on my back. Enjoying this first proximity, I took her by the buttocks and pressed them abruptly, she soaked in a kiss, but I felt a trembling over her body more and more and she was shaking, it felt like I would lose consciousness, ineverything was spinning and clouded, everything disappeared into the circle. Having taken her by the hair on the back of my head, I pulled her away from my lips, thereby interrupting the kiss, looking for at least a drop of oxygen to recover. She sighed languidly and hung in the air for a second, not even to break away from me.
Having reached a few moments from her, I pulled out a belt from my blue, linen pants, folded her hands and tightened them in front, raising them and bent at his elbows, cautiously moved them to the back of the head. Holding her hands with his right hand lowered her T -shirt down, then a cup of a bra to expose her small chest of the second size, which was already boasted by a swollen small nipple. Covering my chest with my hand, I dug up the capita in the neck, from which another moan burst from her mouth, and the papel, like a pebble rested even more in my palm, I squeezed it with my fingers, turning between a little daring.
Holding her connected wrists with one hand, I bent her at the waist, and he stared into her mouth in her chest, sucked a nipple, played his tongue with him and absorbed again.Having played with her breasts, I wanted more and turned it around and tilted it forward not much, holding her still behind the knot of coherent hands, thereby supporting her balance. With his right hand, a skirt lifted her with his right hand, which lightly swayed slightly and, with pleasant surprise, discovered her simple, cotton panties.
I feel how she shudders from the precious heskutia of what I will do with her now, it turns me out terribly and finally, I finish me from the clitoris to the sphincter a little pressing the finger so that her sponges grab it a little, I repeat the same movement again and thenI return in the opposite direction.I felt the heat of her pussy with my finger, the moisture that leaked through the panties and I once again received a wave of stars and dizziness from this. Adding another kid, I began to make circular movements on the clitoris alternating them with previous movements. I caressed the Capitar, and enjoyed her languid sighs and light moaning.
But something found on me and I literally tore her panties from her .I never thought it was possible, but I was mistaken and proved it to myself. Continuing to hold her by the knot, I brought the remains of the panties and inhaled their aroma, it was its aroma, nothing to compare with.Its aroma was so sweet and gentle that it was simply impossible to describe it with words, inhaling it again, I put them in my pocket and again lifted the descending skirt, my capita was magnificent, her skin was velvet and soft.
I slapped her on the right buttock, not at all gentle, but so that there was a red trace of irritation on the skin, another slap with the top down the left buttock, then several more blows alternated on her already red ass. She already began to complain and hiss in pain and I was absolutely not worried that someone could hear or see us, I was completely involved in it.
Finally I let her go hands, she threw them forward, to a natural position and sighed with relief, but the wrists were constrained by the belt. I wanted her on myself and raised her, pressed her a soft body to mine, attached her ass for himself at the groin level, so that she would feel my riser, who would burst with thirst, she would be angry even more and began to rub on my cock, releasing it, releasinghis buttocks. I kissed her neck, squeezed her chest, pinched the nipples and stroked her tummy and played with her hands with her pussy.
After all these caresses, she could not stand it and turned to face me, and laid her hands on my shoulders, our eyes merged, but she looked not at me, she looked at me! I don’t know what she saw there, but it seemed she saw everything that was inside me. She was interested, humility, which was first replaced by playfulness in a crazy smile on her lips. I took her by the hips and lifted her in my arms, I liked her miniature for more than ever, easily coped with her weight, without much effort. Kapitosha grabbed me with her feet, so much was going to leave. It flattered me immensely.
Clutching it against the wall and holding it on weight, we kissed so, whether we wanted to get into each other, I licked her chill, listening to her languid breath and words of tenderness and passion. But I wanted her different taste, panties in my pocket with her smell did not give me rest and I lowered it to the ground, crouched and lifted her skirt again, she had an intimate haircut, a small triangle of hair, I saw her moisture on the back of her thigh, I liked it and I already heard the aroma and warmth emanating from my capita. Throwing her left foot on my shoulder, I began to kiss her leg, collecting and anticipating the taste of juice.
The tip of the tongue licked her swollen clitoris, which responded to a moment from this simple touch, and I undertook to lick it in a circle, then up and down and sucked it into myself. The capita groaned from my caresses and could not stand quietly, she laid her hands on my head, took her hair with one hand, directing me a little in the right direction. Her legs owed when I inserted two fingers of my right hand into her pussy, and licked from my fingers to the clitoris, pressing my tongue to plunge between the labia, then again and again, and several more times, she trembled and reached, I felthow it is covered by a wave one by one, from each of my movements on it and in it.
She all tensed for a few seconds and now he, her orgasm is the first and strong, the muscles of the whole body trembled and along with her voice and one quiet and sweet groan. I kissed her in the pubis until she came to her senses and stood up, kissed her on the lips, picked her up her throat, clamping her hand tightly, so she began to swallow saliva with the weight, her eyes opened in surprise and the spark again flashed againgrowing excitement. I kissed her again in the eye and freed her grip, put my hand on my shoulder and pressed, forcing her to squat.
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