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God, I never dreamed that everything would turn out like this.
well.
I look like.

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– thoughts one after another burst into the head, exploding in it with bright fireworks under the influence of not the first glass of champagne.
– “You are here” – a polite waiter accompanied to my table.
fair-haired young man with expressive eyes, regular features.
juicy lips.
, stately, with an excellent figure, confident gait,.
– Maaam dear.
– I felt how treacherously my knees trembled and hops hit in the head with a double.
no triple strength! How I like him.
– ” Hello.
“- only I could say, getting up to his meeting from the table for a modest first kiss.
His eyes scorched me, his back instantly covered with goosebumps.
“Not a bad place, yes, fluffy?” He looked around and looked at me, “you are excellent.”
– and another kiss lay on my lips 🙂 It makes no sense to describe lengthy speeches, hungry eyes, languid smiles, insanely tasty dishes and the amount of alcohol consumed :))), which preceded the inevitable parting after this short, spontaneously planned, meeting.
We were already pretty drunk, calling a taxi.
Warm summer night, shop at the restaurant.
And I could not deny myself the pleasure.
Moving to him, I took his hand and put it on my leg just above the knee, continuing to lift it higher.
,
Appeared lace gum stocking.
, and I did not stop.
, leading his hand ever higher.
His hand was on the suspender from the belt for stocking and I heard his breath catch on the rattle.
Having moved his hand in the opposite direction, sending it between my legs, I slightly parted them, feeling how the lower abdomen begins to ache from the desire of his touch.
His hand lay on top of my lace panties, and it felt like a fever.
Brrrrr.
What a thought.
I wanted to go on his fingers, break all the clothes on him, having access to every part of his body.

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How good that he does not hear my thoughts :))).
Modestly moving the legs, pushing his hand back, putting on the mask of order and nobility.
Taxi car leisurely parked in the porch of the restaurant.
Oh, how I do not want to leave: ((.
I see that these same thoughts attack him.
– “and you do not want to drive away the swim?” – smiling slyly, he takes my hand, knowing my answer knowingly.
– “I want!” – laughing loudly, I answer, giving him the brightest, from my arsenal, smiles :).
We dive into the car, and don’t care that I am in lace panties and without a bra 🙂 I think we’ll figure it out on the spot:) – “Chef, to the pool,” my hero says loudly, specifying exactly which one.
Having bought another bottle of champagne

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on the way and having consumed it from the throat, we approach the gates of the recreation center.
– “Sit down, I’m right now” – he gently kisses my temple, slamming the door of the car.
Ten minutes and we let go a taxi.
I was not at this recreation center, so I follow him.
He takes my hand and leads me.
Ground floor: hall, turn, entrance to the stairs.
Steps.
Second floor.
We approach the door.
, the magnetic key opens the door and we are in the hotel room of the base.
Without turning on the light, he took my face with both hands, he kissed my eyes, forehead, nose.
– “I missed you so much.
I think it will be better here than it was on the roof 🙂 “- and a little longer he lingered on my lips.
Lips.
How sweet.
I wanted to say something.
but he did not give me that opportunity.
Having clung to him with my whole body, I feel how his hand slips into my hair, how my strands slide between his fingers.
Practically hanging on his neck, I completely surrender myself to his power.
Our tongues touch each other in a hot kiss, glide between lips, intermittent breathing turns me on even more, and now, not holding back within the bounds of decency, I lower my hand below, on his butt, squeezing my fingers, feeling its elasticity.
How long have I wanted it.
In a fit of surging feelings, gently bite his lip, from which he unwittingly jerked, bumping his rearing member in my tummy.
I cuddle up to the tubercle in his tight jeans.
I feel that he is starting to lose control of himself.
, glaring greedy kiss on my neck.
With two hands, he caresses my back, carrying out confident movements from top to bottom, slightly massaging the heated skin, with force, every now and then, squeezing my ass.
I find myself pressed to the mirror surface of the cabinet – a compartment in the room’s corridor.
Confidently lifting up the skirt of my dress with one hand, with the other hand he gently strokes the rounded halves of my butt, touching the lace of her panties.
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