Hearing the secret signal, I reached out and, without turning my head, opened the door.
This signal served me faithfully for 10 years. My friends and I invented it on the day I watched the first porn in my life.
I found in the video recorder a tape that had been forgotten by my parents and, without a second thought, I pressed “play”. The screen showed a luxurious erect member. Life was divided into “before” and “after”. It was my first contemplated member. Pisyushki neighbors in the kindergarten pot does not count. I watched, fascinated, as the pumped handsome man floated him, capitalizing on a busty long-legged blonde in a short robe.
Sound, color, close-up ... I felt a hot shame, curiosity, and a hitherto unknown feeling of acute shortage of something in my wet depth.
The process interrupted the doorbell. Rewind, turn off the video recorder, put yourself in order ...
“What haven't you been opening for so long?”
I look around the porch behind Yulka and silently drag her into the apartment.
- I lost my mind, why is it so shy?
“Yeah,” I moan, put her on the sofa and turn on the video recorder.
Her life is also divided.
We masked shame and excitement with questions.
“Interestingly, is everyone SUCH?”
- Probably disgusting?
- Doesn't it hurt her?
- Do you really want to shout like that?
- Oh, is it possible there?
- And it pokes?
About 10 minutes later Natasha came and the alarm was repeated. Now there were two shocked. For her, we already rewound to the very beginning and watched everything before the credits. Julia and I, with the air of experts, mercilessly spoiled. Then they caught the traces of the crime and went for a walk.
The film is forever sunk into the soul. Having already received the legal right and technical opportunity to climb porn sites, the three of us returned to him again and again. In the simple meeting of the plumber and exalted Madeleine there was one secret: both were really pretty. In other videos, heroes portrayed orgasmic passions, in better films they played, but such as on that tape could only be found in the hidden shooting of real couples.
On this day, we came up with a secret knock on which it was possible to open bare or even make-up and a dozen memes that were clear only to us to describe the sexual and not only life of adult girls.
Fate scattered us. We knocked to each other less and less, but regularly exchanged sms:
- Tested scene number 1. Kaif.
- Threw Sergei. He has a floor plumber.
- I bought a dressing gown, like Madlenka.
- Masturbated on stage number 2.
- I want tiles in the bathroom in our;).
Over the years, I began to revise the film less often and more often present footage from it with me in the lead role. Sometimes right during sex.
And today in the bathroom she caressed herself under seductive visions, and then, without looking, opened the door to someone of her friends.
Nobody was in a hurry to enter.
- Come on in what you got up as a non-native!
Behind her, there were steps too heavy for the girl. A moment later, a strong, dark-haired guy in a blue jumpsuit was reflected in the mirror. I gasped in surprise and turned sharply. The towel from such loads unwound and fell to the floor. I pulled the second from my head and awkwardly covered myself with it.
The guy was staring at the reflection of my priests in the mirror, mumbled about the plumbing check from the housing office and asked where the bathroom was.
I waved my hand and, burning with shame, I backed up with my bare ass in the bedroom. I threw on my robe, caught my breath and went to observe what the intruder was doing to my cock.
He finished, turned, and looked at my bathrobe with a strange look. I tried to get the initiative back.
- You are done.
- Already persecute? - he smiled, - and so tenderly called.
“Not you,” I am angry, but I continue to admire the fine figure.
- Why did I open the door, and even in a negligee?
- This is all watching porn at a tender age, - quite unexpectedly for myself, I spread the whole truth.
- I hope the movie about plumbing was?
- Yes, I giggle, realizing all the comic and ambiguity of the situation.
“Was there another guy with such a tattoo?” - he raised the sleeve of his uniform T-shirt, exposing the dragon on his shoulder.
- Yes, I whispered, in the end stunned.
- And a huge hard cock? - he puts my hand between the side pockets of the jumpsuit.
The world forked and swam. Painfully familiar scenes began to overlap with reality.
“Yes,” I whisper, without taking my eyes off him.
“And also, there Madeleine did not have panties for a bathrobe,” he says, and she climbs in a business-like manner to check for an exact copy of Madeleine's coat.
- Yeah, I can only breathe out while he drives a bare paw with a mighty paw.
- And the earring in the navel with a blue pebble? He asks, opening the robe for revision.
- How do you know?
- I know it by heart, I even chose a profession because of this.
A new member of our fan club firmly set out to make a fairy tale come true. And I just need that.
Big hands gripped the tight hemispheres of the breasts. As for all these years, I wanted to fit the chest in someone's palm.
Following long stories about sex driven into the subcortex script, I lowered the straps of his jumpsuit and ran his hand under him. The sturdy, long, thick trunk responded to my touch. No, girls, SUCH not all. The world around us went into hindrances, chewed on and disappeared somewhere in the back of the mind. He was replaced by his favorite scenes in 3D and with tactile sensations. The plumber carried his Madeleine into the bedroom and he laid down on my slit, which was still wet from morning dreams. The intruder drove the language of my Plumbing to the most intimate places. Consciousness cracked in two. I felt it on myself and at the same time saw it from the side. Yes, girls, she is so really nice, yes, honey, I want it too.
We both knew how the mise en scene ends: he broke away from his lower lips and stuck to his upper lips, then he turned on his back, pulled me along behind him and went over to the nipples. We believed it almost unconsciously, driven by desire rather than memory.
I pulled away and pulled off his T-shirt and jumpsuit. Dark shoots, dice press and member. The member is amazing. I rub my cheek against it and drag my scrotum with my lips. Then slowly climb along the trunk. It pulsates, darkens, shows a pattern of veins and trembles to the beat of my movements. No, girls, she does not hate. Sensations on the lips and tongue like, rushing me from the fact that he is well. I clasp a shiny head with my lips, caress her tongue, tickle a hole and suck. He groans and raises his hips to meet me. Member enters deeper. I want it all, entirely, trying to swallow. Again, again, again.
He pushes me away, freezes for a moment, and then abruptly tilts onto his back and enters.
Daaaaaaaaaaaaaa! - I scream I can not hold back emotions. Yes, girls, she really is so good. The blows of a powerful member echo inside. Inside INSIDE, INSIDE! I wrapped my legs around his lower back and pressed closer. Still. STILL. STILL! He throws one of my legs on his shoulder and accelerates the pace. Inside it tickles and tingles. He kisses me and squeezes breasts. Thighs shackles cramp and waves of orgasm begin. The vagina shrinks rhythmically, bliss rolls through the whole body. The spasms begin to pass, but it doubles the amplitude, and I get the second portion: the hips contract, the body arches, the vagina throbs like a second heart. Yes, girls, this cry is real. I just really want to scream.
I am dumbfounded, and in half-forgetting I kiss his nipples. Now give a close-up. The member comes out of the finished vagina. It is completely open and covered with grease. But it is not enough for him, and the screams are only provoking. He pulls me to the edge of the bed. Feet touch the floor
I feel a touch to the anus. Yes, girls, you can go there too. He can do anything today.
Madeleine was easier. No one has ever put me like this here ... The screenwriter thought of everything.
The plumber opens the bedside table and takes out my vibrator.
Bad girl, bad girl, ”he repeats, slapping them on a brilliant vagina.
“And you punish me,” I tease, wagging my hips.
The plumber turns around and stands on my hands and knees. He runs his fingers between my legs and begins to lubricate my transparent unit with my juices. He is thinner and shorter than his penis. The button clicks and the vibrating ersatz begins to unclench my sphincter. Through it you can see my gut. Under the pressure of powerful palms he goes deeper and deeper. His dick is against my face. Again I start to caress him, easily and quickly touching the tongue. He shudders, abruptly pulls a vibrator out of me, transfers my lubricant to the anus and slowly brings it back. I move towards and squeeze his scrotum with my lips. He pushes the vibrator all the way down, leaves it in me and stands up.
- Spit it out, or I'll shove it all.
I'm pushing. He sits tight. Plumber kneels and dug his lips into the clitoris. Attempts, caresses and vibration bring another orgasm. The spasm pushes the ersatz onto the floor. I scream again. Close-up of stretched ass. A member enters the frame, flies into the vagina, makes several pushes and attaches itself to the anus. A plumber holds me around the waist and slips into my cock. It hurts me, but I see his face. He is beautiful in his desire. Moving towards. Push, another, third. It speeds up the pace. Lost count - rolls on me again. Another pair of powerful blows and he begins to flow. Leans forward, squeezes the chest and we end up together. All in reality from the first to the last frame. Captions on the background of sperm stretched on the floor from the stretched ass. I lie in a half-faint unable to move. Is it with me?
He pulls on a jumpsuit, pulls a business card out of his pocket.
- Clogged up - call! Leans down, kisses and adds: “And do not order pizza. I will be jealous.