I hear my friend’s statement about his intention to be hunting without much surprise, considering the passion for a man to be funny and even exciting, imagining the paintings heated by animal magnetism, as I surrender on the skins of Viking who came from hunting, smeared with blood of wild Evera …
However, the hobby required not only time to decorate routine papers, but also expenses on equipment and uniforms …
I agreed to make a company in a hunting store with the romantic name Lebaron, where there is a large selection of special shoes for walking through forests and swamps.
I study the numerous shelves with a bored look, filled with all kinds of hunting utensils, from cow costumes to various sets of knives, which would have pleased even an experienced killer.
Approaching the shoe department, I am surprised at this quantity and diversity. A friendly saleswoman, which arose from nowhere always, brings couples of 10 boots and boots for my dear, and I already feel that we are stuck here for an hour and a half …
Having twisted for some time at the store, I feel that the beer drunk today at dinner confidently asks out, « yes, ask the saleswoman, they probably have a toilet » my friend advises me. I begin to look for it with my eyes and we meet with a breakdown, which in all this hunting atmosphere can be called « on the catcher and the beast …« Glating into me with her eyes like a cat, she explains that the toilet is only for the staff, but she spends me there …. I notice something difficult in her gestures and in words, but moving with only one desire, I do not pay attention to the details …We go out the door « Staff only (for staff) »And she leads me along the endless corridor of a warehouse with high racks of packed hunting items. Moving ahead, slender, darling, with thick black hair covering half a spin, she reminds me of Panther in a sort of exotic forest …
Literally flying into the long -awaited toilet, I, without even closing the door, enjoy a ringing stream and feeling relief, I see how « Pantherka »comes to me without hesitation, explaining that he just wants to wash his hands. We look into each other’s eyes …. Feeling the mutual bisexuality of the gaze of the hunter and predator, and suddenly she sits on my knees with a jump of a cat, slipping with her fingers along a wet clitoris and deeper …. It throws me in the heat from excitement and realizing that « continued …«, I begin to whisper that my dear will look for me and someone can go here …But having received an explanation that my friend should move 10 pairs of shoes, and she closed the door from the inside, I obey with excitement. This « Wild cat »Very vain. Drawing me out of the toilet, she literally throws me on a shelf with some rubbish, shaking my hands from behind a hunting belt.
Dressing me only from below, the whole itself is exposed, showing me a dark thin body and bringing my chest to my lips …starts to play between the legs. Kissing this amazing breast with brown chocolate nipples and gently drawing them deeper into the mouth, intoxicated by her moans, I myself am ready …And everything happens to me so quickly and surprisingly with the help of its cat tongue, gently sliding in my sensitive place, under the observation of camouflage ducks, owls and protein …
Stunned from my adventure, I return to the hall where my « newly -minted hunter »Still in the process of fitting …« that you were so flushed?»He throws casually. « yes …They have such stuffiness in the warehouse …»- I make excuses.
Silent, on the way back from the hunting store, reveling in the memories of kisses « Pantheri », I recall a wiped joke about hunting. « this is when she is hunting and me hunting …This is the hunt …. .
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