Young Wife. Erotica. Юрий Буреве

the end of the tenth minute, she decided to interrupt his conversation.

      – Do you have a girlfriend?

      – No, but I would like to.

      – Come on, I need help fixing my bra.

      – Went.

      The apartment that was rented for the party was an old layout and five rooms. Perhaps famous and rich people of their time lived here before, because the decoration was preserved and the interior, although old, inspired the spirit of quality antiques.

      Perhaps the room where Natalya and the guy whose name she didn't want to know had been used for birthdays and cutting out confetti for the New Year, or simply reading a book. But now there was a guy and a girl whose intentions were very different from what to read, especially since the holidays were still a long way off.

      The door was not locked, but this factor did not matter to her.

      – When was the last time you had sex?

      – For a long time…

      – Are you jerking off?

      – Yes, yesterday.

      – Look, if you didn’t leave me any or left me little, I’ll punish you, – and, coming up, she grabbed his penis through his pants with her hands.

      He tried to kiss her, hug her, but she was cold, because she did not like to kiss, she liked to feel men's members and feel them inside her. The feeling of something foreign inside her excited her wildly, and she received more pleasure from this very understanding than from the tactile feelings that complemented the general emotions, which is why if she got an orgasm, it was always bright, powerful, often squirting, but if for the first time in the evening. The rest she experienced usually, and felt it with her stomach, the tips of her toes and the crown of her head.

      – Where do you want me?

      – Where can I go?

      – Just not in the ass, it hurts today.

      She, without waiting for his answer, began to desperately masturbate him, after which she suddenly got down on her knees, because she was too lazy to take off her pants, or rather, to lower them, and secondly, she was afraid that she would stain her snow-white panties immediately after the first sex at the party.

      She began to lick and swallow his cock just as furiously as she had masturbated, something the guy was not at all prepared for, which made him stagger like the last autumn leaf in the wind in autumn, and that he was about to break off and fall.

      He decided to help her with his hands, holding her head, but she specially took the penis out of her mouth for this and said:

      – No hands, I'll do it myself, I know how to suck properly.

      She said it so menacingly that he was a little confused, and his penis began to deflate from fear.

      – What, are you scared? Now, don't worry, – she tried to calm him down, taking his cock out of her mouth again.

      After that, she set herself up to get a portion of sperm in her mouth faster, to never see this guy again in her life. Increasing the intensity, strength and depth of swallowing gave their fruits, in the form of a small portion, which made her dissatisfied.

      – Why the hell did you jerk off yesterday? – she asked, and added:

      – Free.

      The guy came out, and after two minutes she came out.

      The party, which promised to be fun, according to the friends, presented a dismal picture, with small groups of several people hanging out here and there and arguing about something.

      Natalya, having looked at this, sat down on the sofa and began to consider the next victim who could satisfy her vaginally, but she did not find any candidates that met her criteria.

      – Hello.

      – Yeah, – she said, without opening her mouth, where some of the unswallowed sperm still remained on her teeth and tongue, which she was now cleaning up by running the tip of her tongue over the surface of her teeth and running a small bite over the tongue itself to clean the surface.

      – Did you get something in your teeth? – the boy asked, noticing this and how his tongue was moving so wildly inside that at times his cheeks would puff out from the touch of his tongue.

      – Yes, I ate it here, it doesn't matter. And you look good, – she said, switching on the "next" mode.

      – I used to do sports, and…

      Here she decided to interrupt the conversation at the beginning, not wanting to listen to his short biography of his life.

      – Let’s go, – she said quietly and quickly.

      He followed him and ended up in the bathroom because the room they first went to was occupied.

      Without waiting for the perfect partner for the party, she pulled down her pants, which were tight to the middle of her thigh, bent over and rested her hands on the edge of the bathtub.

      The guy was so excited that he couldn't speak and had to masturbate his penis before trying to insert it into her.

      – Come on, hurry up.

      But she didn't have to wait long, and she felt the warmth and tension in her crotch, what she loved so much in her life, and all the worries went away.

      – Do you cum quickly?

      – In different ways, now you are beautiful, your ass is elastic, probably…

      – Give me some more compliments.

      – You have an awesome crotch, a tight pussy, and breasts as firm as balls, you're awesome, I want you always, I want-e-e-e…

      She felt him cum, but she didn't feel how. She herself hadn't experienced anything close to an orgasm.

      – Is that all? You're free, – she said the same thing to the second guy after sex, making it a habit, not worrying at all about how he would take these words, whether he would be offended, whether his feelings of pride would be touched or not, she didn't care.

      – Call the next one.

      She didn't want to go back out anymore, because she completely stopped liking this event, except for the possibility of feeling foreign organs in her crotch.

      She sat on the edge of the bathtub without even lifting her pants. The lowered pants gave access to a view of her crotch from the front, which was divided by a beautiful and thin strip of shaved crotch below the labia.

      There was a knock at the door.

      – Open.

      A guy walked in, barely fitting into the remaining space of the bathroom.

      – I'm Anton.

      – Anton, loaf. Now we'll check how loaf you are.

      She sat and tried to provoke me into rough sex, and she started it with words.

      – Show me your dick.

      He pulled it out, pulling down his fly.

      – Do you have eggs?

      He pulled down his pants.

      – Jerk off.

      He started masturbating himself.

      – Stick your finger up your ass.

      He squatted down a little and did it.

      He began to understand what she wanted, and, pulling down her pants, which came off quite quickly, in two movements, throwing them to the bottom of the bath, he lifted her up and planted himself inside her, while she hugged his body with both legs.

      She was like the cabin of an amusement ride that rises up and then quickly descends, delighting those sitting on it. She was both the cabin, and the spectator of the cabin, and the mechanism itself with a braking device in the form of a piston and cylinder.

      – You fuck great. I like you. Maybe we'll meet again