Young trance girl in her room


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I stood quietly in the kitchen and cooked for my favorite guys, with whom I had shared a huge five-room apartment for the past nine years, a good, full meal. They were all very good friends of mine, but in fact they were members of two musical groups. One of them was my brother, and one was a man, the only one of this horde of carnivores who has the right to fuck me. When and how much you want. It must be love. The lock clicked. The bright warm sun flooded the kitchen, and I already wanted to break loose and run to meet my darlings, alternately hanging on their necks and kissing them on the scarlet lips they put in. But the hum and noise from the numerous pairs of shoes being thrown off at the same time did not accompany the closing of the door from the side of the apartment. This alarmed me – usually this happened rarely and was the result of the arrival of a maximum of two residents of this apartment. I turned around and saw Dima in the kitchen aisle. His sight upset me – he was drunk. Holding on to the jambs, he was all radiant and his lust came to me along with the smell of alcohol he had drunk. He walked into the bowels of our huge kitchen, alternately looking me in the eyes, then at my shorts, more like pieces of a ribbon that tight the buttocks. I chided myself for such a frank choice, but then my thoughts were interrupted by Dimka’s hands, which firmly seized me and his fiery speech, interspersed with drawn-out groans and half-sighs from irresistible lust that seized him. – Why are you alone, my dear? – The guys stayed, I left – I said that I want to be with you. – Kid, I’m making dinner, see? The guys will come and want to eat. – I … I will prepare everything myself … Do you hear me? … This was followed by a statement of his sexual views on me. In my plans it was nice to send him off under the objective pretext of preparing dinner for our large and friendly family, to undress him in a motherly way and put him to bed. But he interrupted my planning, picking me up in his arms. I already knew the further path – a long corridor, then the extreme room to the left, or to the right. In the first case, everything will happen in my room, in the second – in the guys’ room, among several unmade beds with scattered sheets and discs and magazines on them, among chaotically thrown jeans, belts and unwashed T-shirts with tags or flashy inscriptions of skateboard companies. – Dima, you’re drunk as a beaver! I don’t want … – I’m dying … I want you … Please. I love you. I love … More life … He backed up all his arguments with skillful actions honed over the years. In the army, he would be the fastest – during the burning of the match, he would have time not only to undress himself, but also to undress the entire battalion together with its commander. No, there is usually a very exciting foreplay, but today the dose of alcohol he drank was in direct proportion to the magnitude of his animal desire. Breathing into my face with pairs of his adored martinis and cognac, he quickly threw my legs over his shoulders. “The most beautiful legs are those that lie on my shoulders” – he used to say. His penetrations were terrible. Deep and too fast. At times he stuck his tongue out of my mouth to groan terribly and say something inarticulate, but judging by the blissful expression in his eyes, something very good. My moans came out rough and abrupt – I tried to tell him that I didn’t like all this, but due to the completely frantic jolts, consonants were not emitted. Sometimes Dimka straightened my legs on his shoulders. I grabbed three-centimeter tips on his back, feeling the peeling skin. On his left shoulder blade, there were no traces of our love pleasures – it was completely covered with a tattoo, but his right shoulder always bore four long scratches on itself. He gasped and whispered something to me, his Prince Albert created unpleasant sensations in an unprepared vagina – there was practically no lubrication without preludes. – Dima. Dima, it hurts. He didn’t hear. From just an animal, he turned into some kind of fucking sex machine. I felt hurt. I lay there and waited until this was over and I could go to the kitchen and continue making soup for my boys. And then theatrically to build an offended princess, when we sit at the table and this fool will look at me in love with his clouded and satisfied look. And after that, the next sex will be equipped with simply amazing foreplay. And now I am lying with my legs thrown high up and I feel Dimkin’s steel member inside me, his Prince Albert, touching the walls and heavy panting breath in my face. The pace remained unchanged. Where does so much power come from? The already scattered sheets turned into a crumpled mountain. I was pleased to notice that I was starting to hydrate and have fun. I closed my eyes and gave in to the sensations. Truth about my mouth Dimochka has already forgotten – he buried his face in the bed between my neck and shoulder, and only his long sweaty hair fell into my mouth. I immediately remembered an anecdote in which a cow with pitiful eyes looks at a livestock inseminator, after her mission, leaving the barn, and asks: “And kiss?” I remember how I laughed to tears over this anecdote, told the guys, and for quite a long time this phrase became dear to our large family and leads to colic in the stomach. Dima continued to sniff and pushed his penis into me as if his life depended on the depth of penetration. He now raised his face above me, and his hair covered my face with a dense screen. Finally, he remembered about the unreasonably forgotten mouth, which turned me on a little. He became simply unbearable to moan, and I wondered if the windows in the room were closed. Now I was getting almost full pleasure. His completely animal screams drove me crazy – a woman loves with her ears. The rhythm became simply outrageous, and, knowing all his habits for several years, I realized that he would soon finish. And then she remembered that she had not swallowed anything, and this fool did not wear the rubber friend of all lovers. Only to advise me to finish at least on my stomach, I did not have time, but felt the spermatogenic warmth spreading inside me. Dima instantly went limp and fell on top. I was delighted when I assumed that he had finally fallen asleep, but when she began to get out from under him, he clasped my temples with his palms and began to kiss greedily, managing to say something intelligible. – Let me go and go to bed! – I got angry and pushed him away. His drunken lustful brain was inflamed and he began to lick me, leaving his sticky, but so dear to me saliva on my cheeks, neck, hands. And I realized that this is not all. Mixing everything with his story about how he loves me, at the same time he persuaded me to allow him the beauty of anal satisfaction. As a person with an unconventional outlook on life and sex in particular, I preferred this kind of sex to any other, but in this situation I considered it unacceptable and tried to get out from under Dimka and finally go to cook dinner for the guys. But in his hands still there was a jar of grease, which always stood in the most convenient place, from where it could be reached with a simple movement of the hand. Even for the sake of decency, they never hid her in the nightstand – so that at any moment she could come to the aid of my rectum. This darkened me. Substituting my ass under the hefty penis of a drunken sweaty, albeit beloved, man, was not my priority now. I strictly said “No”, and once again tried to get out of the 80% tattooed body. A stream of persuasion fell on me like acorns on a hog, and immediately I found myself in a knee-elbow position. I was always amazed at Dima’s ability to do everything quickly and efficiently. I obediently hung my head down, feeling the familiar movements of a slippery finger in my ass. – Dima, don’t. I don’t want to, – I shared with him my feelings, turning my head to the side and looking at his rebellious member. In response, he smeared the rest of the lubricant on my buttocks and grabbed my thighs with both hands, trying on. Then he let go of one hand, running the edge of his palm between his buttocks, stopping and pushing his finger inward. I let out a groan. He scooped up more lubricant and entered two fingers. For my developed anus, it was laughable. Recently Dima and I visited a sex toy store – I really wanted to find something interesting for anal sex – I love this type of sex so much that one member is not enough for me. Therefore, Dima presented me with a hefty ribbed dildo, shaped specifically for the female rectum. Nothing makes his cock as stone as the sight of this pink transparent toy in my ass. I bent down even lower, preparing to take his cock all at once. Due to alcoholic discoordination with one hand, he could not hit, and he was not able to use two – he had to push his buttocks apart. I felt sorry for him and came to the rescue – I pushed everything apart myself. At the moment of penetration, our wild moans merged and it seemed to me that we would end there. But at first he was able to push through only the head, then something snapped off and the penis slipped out. Dima impatiently began to stick him in again, but his hands did not obey him well. I got angry and got up from all fours to my haunches, took him by the shoulders and gently laid him on the bed. – Drunk you are mine, – continuing my thought with a long kiss, I made him understand that I was taking the situation into my own hands, despite the initial reluctance to have intercourse with him. A silver ring shone softly on the end of his lovely cock. I spent a couple of seconds contemplating it, then turned my back to him, took a member and calmly sat down on it. I entered gently and smoothly – I knew the technique of painless penetration of a penis into the rectum, one might say, I synthesized it from my own trial and error, so now Dima was just choking with pleasure. I rested my hands on the bed between his widely spread hairy tattoed legs and began my “shampooing” – as I affectionately called this action. But my control was not enough for this stunned – he took me by the waist and began to put me on himself. I felt myself pouring my secretions into both him and the bed. My hair spread out and covered my face, I bent down and made drawling screeching sounds. The penis moved perfectly, Dima already knew how deeply the lubricant should be injected, so I almost never experienced pain. His fingers gripped my sides tightly, just pressing against my body. He moaned so that from these sounds alone I was ready to finish for hours. Sweat made the body shiny and slippery, Dimka’s hands slipped, but he stubbornly continued to push me on his penis. When I realized from his completely uncontrollable movements and howling moans that he was almost ready, he turned me on all fours and set such a pace that I was afraid to fly out of bed and plop against the wall opposite. The groans turned into a roar, the earth’s speed turned into space and, lo and behold! , we finished almost at the same time – I immediately after I felt a thick warm mass inside me. A moment before that, I heard a faint click of the door lock from a decent distance and fell on the bed. Dima was so exhausted that, falling on me, he was unable to get up anymore, so I had to quickly crawl out from under his sweaty sticky body and grab the first things I came across. Throwing on Dimkin’s T-shirt, hiding his thighs drenched in semen, I, cute and childishly crossing my arms, with big blue eyes looked at my brother who entered the room. “Hi, kid,” I said, and for purely aesthetic reasons I didn’t climb to kiss. He smiled and asked a little guiltily: – Interfered? A minute later, huh, baby? I just laughed and ran into the bathroom. Stopping at her door, I said guiltily: “I haven’t finished dinner yet.

Author: rendteam