Leaving behind the first unsuccessful marriage, with a small child in her arms, she stepped into an independent life, with no support, except for her own optimism and natural charm. Discussing the choice of Max, our ladies, behind her back, for the first two months, spoke very harshly and impartially about her, smiling at her in the eyes.
The male part of our team had a slightly different opinion. The girl was spinning as best she could, taking shelter with her friend, raising and raising a child, disappearing in the evenings and nights in clubs filled with cigarette smoke and a drunken, disoriented public. Max's choice was beyond the understanding of our girls, but still they continued to meet, including in our company. Karina's light character turned out to be the best medicine for attacks and slander, and after a couple of months she was able to more or less make friends, even with the most malicious and arrogant members of the fair sex.
One late evening, we gathered at a nightclub. The company was not very big, but quite noisy. According to the plan, Karina should finalize her shift and join us. Sitting near the stage itself, we occasionally watched her dance on the podium, squeezing a pole in her hand. The light movements of her sexual athletic body, honed by months, attracted the views of the male part of the company, which, in turn, somewhat annoyed our girls and wives. Considering the elastic ass, I caught myself thinking, and in fact Max did not just make his choice. Everything was with her. I tried to imagine how she could look without clothes. My fantasies made a member swell noticeably, and in order to get a little distracted, I started a conversation with Max.
- Cool moves! A good choice! - I almost shouted to Max, trying to drown out the music.
He just smiled back, nodding his head and held out a glass of whiskey.
Finishing her next dance, Karina, with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, sat on the sofa next to Max. She was charming. In addition to the short shorts, and the top, her elastically tight breasts, there was nothing on her tanned body, glistening with sweat. Puffy lips squeezed the cocktail tube, and from time to time, involuntarily, she licked her upper lip with her tongue. At some point, she noticed that I was already just staring at her, and looked me straight in the eyes. I definitely felt sympathy and even interest in this sexy girl. My companion, I saw it all from a slightly different angle, painfully pinching my leg, bringing me back to reality.
Karina again flew off onto the stage, and a new bottle of whiskey, wine and a fruit plate was brought to us.
Suddenly, the administrator came up to me and invited me to follow her.
Not understanding what was happening, I rose from the table, and under the incomprehensible-contented and cunning faces of my friends, I followed her.
- You ordered a private dance! - the administrator smiled, with a familiar movement I plow the heavy curtain.
I stepped into the dimness, climbed a few steps and sat on a leather sofa.
When the musical composition in the hall ended, but the new one had not yet begun, the curtain pulled aside for a second. In a strip of light, Karina was smiling.
She closed the curtain, she moved gracefully towards me, and it was at that moment that the music began to play. She came close to me, and putting her palms on my thighs, bending her back, was face to face. I felt the fragrance of her perfume and the warmth of breath. Turning sharply to the music, she stuck out her elastic ass, standing between my widely divorced legs. Leaning her palms on my thighs, she firmly pressed her ass to the member hidden in tight jeans. After a few seconds he was like a stone. She could not but feel the strut, continuing to rub and forcefully squeeze her pussy hidden in shorts. I put my hands on her hips, even more pressing her ass to me. I did not notice the moment when she undid the top, and turning to me, hung up her topic on my neck.
She sat on my lap, swaying in the rhythm of the music. Naked, resilient breasts brushed against my face with the tips of my neat nipples. Not holding back, I touched my lips to a hard, protruding nipple. Karina did not pull away, allowing my lips such liberty. To say that I was not excited and intoxicated by the closeness of her naked body, is the same as saying nothing. It was as if an electric signal passed through the brain, spreading all over my body at that moment when I felt my fingers slipping on my jeans, and in a second the button and zipper were unbuttoned. Pulling her soft pillows over the elastic of her underpants, she did not touch her penis, released him, only glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. She playfully pushed me on both shoulders, and I leaned back on the couch, watched her dance, almost in time with a shake of the protruding barrel.
Keeping pauses in the music, she slowly unbuttoned the buttons on her shorts, and turned her back to me, smoothly pulled them together with her panties to the ankles. Demonstratively bending her back, she opened to my gaze her elastic bare ass, while shaking her hips. She turned back to me, smiling, turning her shorts on her index finger, slowly approaching me. Her eyes were devoured by her slim and sexy body, shaved pubis and the slit of close labia. Everything was visible very well, despite the muffled light. Throwing shorts with stuck panties in the corner of the sofa, she came close to me, standing on only one of the tall heels of her scenic shoes.
The first of two songs came to an end, our time was leaking with crazy speed. I understood that this was just a well-staged and staged game in which Karina, without a doubt, had a great understanding. With feline grace, she set her right foot on the back of the couch, slightly above my shoulder. I pressed my burning cheek to her leg, clasping her knee. The soft, soft skin of my foot required a kiss, and I didn’t waste my time covering my leg with many lip touches. She did not stop me, even when my lips crossed the line of the knee, continued their way along the inner part of the thigh, closely approaching her desired petals. written for sexytal.com Inhaling the scent of her body, I covered her leg with a hundred kisses, casting greedy glances at her, quite immodestly exposed sponges. Karina, as an experienced puppeteer, continued her game. Standing with both feet on the sofa, she rhythmically twisted her hips in such a way that her pussy was constantly in front of my face, and I could feel the tart smell of the desired woman well.
I allowed my hands to clasp my legs, sliding with the music higher and higher, and at that moment, when the fingers were a few centimeters from the desired hole, she suddenly crouched so fast and low that the sex lips touched the excited head. Just a second, a moment, but what. The next moment, she knelt on the sofa, almost sitting on my thighs, so that the standing member pressed against her fidgety ass, while her wet lips pressed down hard on the base of the penis. With well-defined movements she slid her small lips along the trunk, getting into the rhythm of the music. I want to note, she never touched the penis with her hand, all the while working only with her body. Clasping her ass with palms, I finally touched her wet lips, spreading them a bit wider. Releasing from my hands, Karina, just slipped from the sofa to the floor. Her hands slid over my thighs, stomach and pubis, bringing to the extreme degree of arousal. There were the last two or three minutes of the musical composition. And yet, the performance is over - the lights go out.
At that moment, something happened that I so desired, but did not even believe in possibility. Karina's hot lips burned with my touch, thirsting for her body and warmth, cock. The elastic tip of the tongue slid along the bridle, described a circle on the base of the head, and only then, her wet lips took me in a tight captivity, my cock, ready to explode at any second. The head completely disappeared in her skillful mouth, and shaking her head, she kept looking at me in the eyes. Excitement went off scale, and a minute later, an incredible force orgasm rolled through my body.
A charge of hot seed flew into her mouth, which did not bother Karina at all. Clutching the trunk with her lips even more tightly, she continued to suck at double speed, firmly gripping the dick in her palm. I threw my head back with a loud moan, continuing to fill her mouth with sperm, which, by the way, she did not drop a drop. Her head stopped moving only at the moment when the second musical composition ended. Silently releasing a member covered in saliva, she stretched out her hand, took an armful of napkins from the table and spat out a fair amount of sperm.
- What are you sitting, get dressed! She said hastily, wiping her lips.
I tucked into the pants sticking member, while watching as she deftly and quickly puts on the topic first, then black panties, right through the naughty shoes, and only then shorts. The green euro banknote tucked into her shorts belt was a little thanks for her unforgettable dance.
- I hope you will not tell anyone about it! - quietly and without emotion said Karina, accepting a gift.
Throwing back the curtain, she came out first, I went out after her, and still with the standing member, on naughty legs went to our table.
Everyone was eager to hear a reaction from me to their joke, except for Max, I guess.
Karina beat everyone that evening, earning a loyal ally, sealed by a common secret. Our ladies, ordering the girl Max, by virtue of their ambitions, in the desire to humiliate her in the eyes of the whole company, used me as a tool of their desires. Unwittingly, my girlfriend gave me ten minutes of pleasure, which I have not forgotten so far.
Half an hour later Karina joined us, and all evening we peeked at each other like two mysterious conspirators.
This evening I realized for myself that this was not the last private dance for me.