Rom, are you nervous?
I have been in love with this theater artist since my early youth. I was fascinated by his voice, his face, his game, he was for me the most beautiful and charismatic man in this world. His name was Konstantin Karpov. Living in a small provincial village, I did not have the opportunity to see him live, go to a performance with his participation. Then studies began, the first novels, and I gradually began to forget about him.
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- What will they splash my girl with? ..
You stuff your head with all sorts of nonsense, instead of just inserting it into the girl.
yes kis.
But at that moment, I had already plunged her cock into my mouth, without letting her finish. A pleasant, slightly salty, but incomparable taste filled my mouth. I absolutely did not know how to give a blowjob and tried very hard not to touch my teeth, plunging only half into myself, but at the same time trying to create a kind of vacuum and draw it into myself, as she did a few minutes ago.
Come in, she said begging - demanding.
A groan, not at all a woman's, but clearly a man's, a groan swept through the room and my brain failed. In the left hand is a member, with the right I am inside his womb, a hot, soft womb. I closed my eyes, I saw with my whole body, I dug my lips into his back. Licked, bitten, but not released. He swings his ass, pushing his already softened hole on my thumb. I see that around me is his scarlet, soft bosom. And I'm around his hard, so hard that in a couple of minutes it will explode, a member. I am he, he is me. And it's not sex. It is above sex. It's more sex.