Having dug a small case from the inside pocket of his jacket, he took out a strange-looking, tattered cigar. Thrusting it into his mouth and lighting it, he gladly drew in bitter smoke with a taste of honey and vanilla. Looking around the street, porridge under his feet, and all the others who are in a hurry somewhere, he came to the conclusion that somewhere to move in such weather is the height of idiocy. But still, he goes to her. He has already agreed, and she hopes for him. He used to keep his word.
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Quick purchases. Passed on the list, took some good Belgian chocolate, a few bottles of wine and, violating its principles, a bottle of Veuve Clicquot. Sometimes you can pamper yourself. It is unlikely that they will appreciate the full flavor and be able to find significant differences with champagne, which is 10 times cheaper, but okay.
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She lived in a good neighborhood. New house, a typical multi-storey "candle". How enraged these vahtershi. He is not here for the first time, it happens with enviable regularity, this grandmother could have remembered, especially since he sometimes buys something for her for her.
“It’s necessary to stop feeding her, otherwise she’s just getting stupid about it,” he thought, looking as the doorman tried to portray perplexity, incomprehension and forgetfulness.
Here is the 16th floor, and there is her apartment. The apartment is small, two bedroom. Yes and good, that still need a single adult woman, almost always disappears at work. He himself lived not gorgeous, let the money and drove. He did not understand the meaning of the mansions, the litter loot and all these "cheap Ponts."
The doorbell, a slight wait, her steps.
- Well hello!
She opens the door for him and retreats. Fresh, hair still wet, it was visible recently in a shower. She is wearing a warm robe and soft pink homemade slippers. She kissed him gently and quickly erased the trail of lipstick left on his cheek. And why did she just make up? Well, yes, she wants to be beautiful for him.
He stomped his boots and entered. She, still smiling, took the packages from his hands and hurried to the kitchen. He looked after her, watching the movement of the slim body under the robe.
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Lara! She was over fifty, but she looked thirty-something. Vegetarianism and strict adherence to church posts preserved it very well. Diluting it all with yoga and one more incomprehensible sport, at 52 she looked gorgeous.
He trampled a little on the spot and finally took off his shoes, then his jacket.
- In the shower you go? - she emerged from the kitchen, chewing tangerine from bought them.
- I took it all?
- It seems everything.
- Yes, I'll go to the shower.
- Towels are there on the nightstand.
- I know.
He did not deny himself a little pleasure. Having made a couple of big steps, he abruptly approached and pulled her to him. He is tall, she is small. This couple looked funny.
“I would take you right here and now — he leaned over, hugging her, squeezing her sides and lowering his arms lower to her ass.”
- We can do it in the shower - she whispered in his ear. “But I would like to cook something while you refresh yourself.”
He did not answer. Hands penetrated under the robe and stumbled on the fabric of underwear. It cooled down a bit.
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He took a shower quickly. He somehow did not know how to do this, remaining to smell then even after a rich shower. He was far from those guys on the cover, but she was not embarrassed.
- A good person should be a lot, and men and even more so - she said.
He understood her in part. She was small and stretched to big. He was great and more drawn to the little ones. And in bed it all became not very important, but otherwise he liked it. She found in this a lot of advantages.
“I love it when you hold me in your arms under your knees, against the wall and sweetly fucking,” she said in favor of the arguments of their union of big and petty.
It really was. Low and light, she was easily held by him in any poses.
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It was not the only contrast. She was 52, he was 25. A strange union, but he liked it, and she was happy that she had such a boyfriend. No, he was not fond of women of balsac age. Likewise, she did not contain him in the form of a young lover. Both of them just loved each other’s company. It was not love, but a kind of affection.
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He gladly ate warm food. Without embarrassment, he sat in the kitchen. She was near. She did not touch, but threw anticipatory glances at his “sausage”. Perhaps this nuance was his pride, which in a hanging position looked very impressive. When the “sausage” was poured with blood and excitement, it turned into the wildest female dreams of great manhood. Lara liked his size. It is sad to mention it, but the years take their toll, and the sensitivity fell. She was no longer as sensitive there inside as 30 years ago, but his size solved this problem in the bud.
He looked at her, then at the food.
“Funny,” he thought.
Despite the veganism and fasting, she did a very good job of cooking meat, and sometimes not meatless dishes.
- Maybe you shouldn't spend so much money on me? - she pokrasovala new pendant and silver bracelet.
In her hands she gleamed a new glass flagship smartphone - also his present gift.
- And where else to spend, except for you? - he touched the pendant.
He hung between her breasts. She didn’t have perfect breasts, and over the years everything became very difficult, but he loved this part of her as she is. He loved everything about her as it is. He himself was far from ideal, which is why he would then demand ideality from her.
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He sat back off in the kitchen chair. In the stomach, the recent food was slowly digested. Sometimes he groaned. Spreading his legs wide, he gave her space for maneuvers. She gave a great blowjob, did not disdain to swallow the sperm and take it on the face.
Lar! He called out through a sigh.
- M? - she was a little distracted from the blowjob, smacked her, wrapped her hand around his penis at the base and continued to suck, looked at him inquiringly.
- I have there today, it seems, full of eggs - he sighed again deeply. - You can immediately swallow everything?
- Yeah.
She added a second hand. Massaging up and down in circular motions, she caressed the barrel. The head and part of the penis was in the mouth. He felt her tongue walking on the lips of the urethra and the bridle. The member was great. Lara could not take it deep. Her mouth and so looked very stretched. He looked at her lips. The lips of an adult woman who is almost twice his age. Oh, how sexy they were. He loved them so much. Loved for that sweet blowjob that they did. He loved to kiss them. Loved smearing bright or dark red lipstick, which these lips preferred to wear.
He stroked her head a little and moved her hand to the back of her head.
- Woo-hoo-m! - Lara looked at him and smiled, as allowed a member in his mouth.
- What?
“I take it as deep as I can.” You're not small - she beat herself with a member of the tongue, then on the lips and cheeks. - But I love your penis.
She put her cheek to it.
- So warm!
Then she moved, touching him with his face, until he rested against her nose in the side.
- Big!
He was really big. Now she bit her scrotum while the trunk lay on her face, covering her right cheek, right eye, part of her forehead and reaching for her hair.
- You do not cum on my hair, right? She bit her wrinkled skin several times.
- If you do that, then not only on the hair - he already really wanted to finish, but it would be worse to stop Lara from playing. - Do not delay, please.
- Well - a member returned to the hospitable, wet mouth ....
She just sucked for a while.
- It seems you are almost ready - she took out of his mouth.
- Yes.
- Then let me, and I'll get ready.
She let go of his dick, and she sat on the knees more conveniently, tried on and opened her mouth wide. Covering her mouth, she smiled a little, opened it again and showed invitingly inside, they say, come on.
He took a hand for a member. For a second, it seemed to him that his cock was as thick as a fire hose. Then he looked at the woman who was ready to take his cum into her mouth and herself. Helping himself with his hand, nadrachivaya his penis to the pain in the elbow, he felt the first drops accumulate somewhere at the base of the penis, ready to shoot.
- Now! He whispered loudly, in a harshly hoarse voice.
Lara abruptly approached, and the first jet hit her in the mouth, then another and another. He squeezed a member that was strong, looking as she coughed. The head has become burgundy.
- No, no, do not hold back! - Lara waved her hands. - This is harmful! What are you ?!
A little sperm with saliva glass on her chest, updating and washing a new gift.
- Oh, Larissa! - he put his hand on the back of her head, masturbating and lowering on her.
Drops flew over her face, stuck in her square, fell on her chest, on her shoulders. The strongest bursts flew past. The weakest dropped on the floor, squirting to him and to her feet.
Finally, he fell back into the chair, still holding himself by the barrel. Despite numerous stains, Lara immediately crawled closer, grabbed her penis with her hand and began to clean. Having embraced and left satisfied, already limp, she finally paid attention to herself. Collecting her fingertips, she straightened his seed in her mouth.
- A little bit here, too - part of it raked into the palm and smeared itself on the stomach, pubis and between the legs. - And here a little.
Gracefully arched, thanks to yoga, a small portion of sperm smeared it between the buttocks.
- Go rest, mas!
She slapped his leg.
- Need a little clean here.
Reluctantly he got up, she was still sitting. His cock is loose. She stood up on her knees and kissed his "sausage".
- Love you and him.
The penis has received another gentle touch and a kiss.
- And I love you.
He bent down and sucked her lips. He was not embarrassed by the smell and taste of his own sperm.
**********
Her room was typically female, and given her hair color, also in beige-pink. He turned on some nonsense on TVshniku. A pleasant bliss spread over the body after a good orgasm. She appeared quietly beside her, in her low, soft robe. She sat above him, pressed to her chest. He pressed against her like a child.
- What, honey, is not fun? What his head - she stroked his cheek, then with quick claws ran up to the groin and touched the penis. - And hung the head?
- I am sleepy.
- So go to bed.
- And you?
- And I'll lie down next.
She pulled the dressing gown lace, freeing herself from unnecessary fabric and slid down. The imperfect woman was good. She watched herself as best she could. He touched her flabby chest, went down the belly, then lower and lower. The same age and the young had a delicate, velvety skin. It was a little tougher there, and also this eternal little bristle between the legs. He liked that she was not there as gentle as a child.
“Probably I'm a pervert,” he thought, touching this native flesh and walking his fingers along the young seta.
- Moore! She whispered in his ear, snuggling in and giving in to his caress. - We will sleep or continue?
- Something I got sick to sleep.
He shifted a little lower and hugging her, took her breast. Small, slightly flabby, she still remained a woman's chest, tender and responsive to the touch of a man. The nipples became hard and twitched slightly in response to biting. The skin became “goose” at the touch of the tips of his fingers. With his left hand holding her, the right he drove her across the stomach. Sometimes the fingers went down a little lower, bumping into the pubic area. He wanted to go there, lower, but first his chest.
- Do not tighten - she gently pressed on top of his head.
Leading his tongue through the wet line on her skin, he made a small circle around the navel, gently kissed him and walked on.
He looked up from her for a moment. She lay on her back, raised and bent her legs, spread them, inviting him to return and continue. He returned his tongue to her navel, walked over it again, then below.
- Not! Tickling - he walked his tongue over the scar on her stomach, and she squeezed his legs, hands pushing his head lower. - Do not! Ticklish same
He pulled away and looked at her. Laughing, with disheveled hair, burning eyes, wet between her legs, "goose bumps", gracefully bent at the waist in his direction and sticking out her tummy - now she did not look at all like an adult. In front of him lay a blond, cheerful, young, playful and sexy girl.
- Come on! - her fingers gnawed at his hair, causing chaos there and urging him to continue.
One hand she threw on the pillows behind her head.
- Well! She asked again.
He smiled and returned the wet tongue just below her scar. That pubis. A little lick folds of skin on the folds of the legs. Leave slobbering lusts all over the lower abdomen.
- Well!
And here is the trembling pink clit, and beneath it the sexual lips opened neatly, inviting them to enter the warm captivity. He touched the entrance, and she bent even more, the vagina released a drop of lubricant. sexytales He licked her grease and walked his tongue from the bottom to the clitoris. At first he was bitten gently, then boldly, like a dog that, in a fit of play, bites his toy, attacking it from all sides. She rushed, having fun. Legs do not obey. She tried to hold them and hold his head, controlling his caresses, but it turned out poorly. Finally, he simply took possession of her wrists, removing them to the sides, and all she could do was just to put her feet on the bed and raise her pelvis up when she was especially good, or to bend and try to run away from her tormentor when she was beyond.
- Aah!
Another jerk up and down did not bring fruit. She could not dodge his caresses, but he continued his game with his tongue, rolling waves of oral high on her. The waves rolled and fell. She wanted to finish to the point of madness, but he did not give it all. She did not want him to finish caressing, she continued to squirm under him.
- No, well, please!
Another breakthrough not only did not produce results, she also managed to twist her legs out from under his armpits and now he was lying face down between her legs. Nothing more restrained and limited it. She could only throw his legs behind his head or put him on his shoulders, on his back. Held by him, she now squirmed even more.
- You are not at all like an adult - he gave her a little break, looking up from Cooney.
- Nu! - She whimpered like a girl.
- Okay, okay - he came back with his tongue.
- Well, no, not the same! - she tried to regain power to his feet. - Aah!
He felt the first brackish stream and increased the onslaught.
- No, I do not want it! - she screamed, but he was not stopped, and now her body did not obey at all and succumbed to this spellcaster.
“Well, to hell with him!” She thought, and let go of the taut string inside herself.
Between the legs immediately became very wet. From her like the ocean spilled. In my head dramatically empty, the body became wadded, filled with warmth and bliss. Shrinking with all of nature and gushing between her legs, she turned off from reality.
- “God, how I feel good” - the last thing she thought about was in front of an orgasmic faint.
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She woke up some time later and almost immediately wanted to sleep. He, too, was sweaty and breathed, like a hunted horse. He crawled over, hugged her, kissed her wet lips, and they fell asleep.
And now, after half an hour, we woke up again. She did not need supplements, moisture and ..
desire felt between the legs. His desire with warmth and firmness rested against her there. He could move up a bit and easily find himself in it.
“I don't want that,” she whispered.
She lay on her back and took him in and out. Now he was slowly moving, lying on her, warmly and pleasantly pressing her into bed. His penis tightly filled it, shaking the walls of the vagina and bringing them wallpaper pleasure. She dug into his shoulders and squeezed his legs. Sometimes he raised his face, kissed her, deeply and protractedly. Then he dug into her neck, sucked her earlobe, pressed her lips to her cheeks. Then he again lowered his head next to her, resting his forehead on the pillow, touching his ear with her ear, continuing to slowly fuck her.
She sighed deeply. She sighed from pleasure and a little from insult. Except for their relationship, he is her one. How she would like to be his mom. No no! With a son is not allowed! But then who? Aunt ?! Yes, aunt would be nice. They could have sex for fun. She knew him for 10 years. Their relationship began when she lost faith in the men, and he was still an innocent youngster. She taught him a lot. How would she like to be younger, well, a little older than him. She would marry him. Dreams Dreams. And also children. She cried softly and looked at him. Did you notice? Looks like he took the sound for her pleasure. She sobbed again. She could not give a new life. But she could let him inside without gum, allow him to fully enjoy it and give herself the opportunity to enjoy sex without silicone barriers. Feel young and lively, taking in the warm sperm of a young male.
- Phew! - He moved a little faster, sometimes shoving a little further than it should.
- “Yes, fuck me! Punish me! ”- she slightly changed the angle, it became easier for him to penetrate into it, but now it was painful.
She did not like pain, but now she wanted to punish herself. Only now, he seems to understand everything and fast movements have changed very unhurried.
- Phew - the sperm flowed inside her, and he collapsed from above, pinning her to the bed and moving only a little with the pelvis.
- Aah - she bent, pushing herself down, more sitting down on his penis and pulling herself from the inside.
- Aah! - A member pressed more. - Aah!
A leather case inside her became clouded, massaging the penis and dangling splashed cum back and forth. Another hole felt the lubricant leak from a little liberated "girlfriend." The grease flowed lower, nicely heated and the second hole shrank in anticipation of the near pleasant.
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She loved tea. She had a whole collection of various teas. She loved to give him tea. He resisted and tried to drink a few loved ones, but every time she slipped him something new. Now she was standing, trying to collect her thoughts and choose tea. It did not work out to collect thoughts and myself - he propped her behind with a chair, rolled up her robe and walked his tongue between her buttocks, wetting and cooking.
“Well, to hell with this tea,” he said, pleasantly pouring warm hollow between her buttocks.
- Aah! She cried merrily, performing a pirouette in his hands and sitting on his lap.
“You're quite ready there,” he whispered, and nipped her on the shoulder.
“Then come in,” she whispered hotly.
He felt with his hands how her muscles tightened, when she turned to him in a half-turn, braided his neck with her hands. Her buttocks remained low-lying, and the obliques and abdominals were clearly felt. The chest, in this position, became a confident deuce without a shadow of flabbiness.
- Will you enter me? She whispered, now biting him herself.
- Of course.
His hands shifted a little lower, helping her to rise.
- Mmm! - She moaned when his desire rested between her buttocks. - It will be so painful!
- Only first.
“Yes,” she replied, pressing down a little on her dick. - BUT! Only first.
A member began to slowly penetrate her.
- Oh! - she stopped and fell off his back on him. - How painful!
“You’re not used to anything at all - he shifted a little in his chair and pressed her hips a little, advanced himself a little further into her.
“No,” she nodded.
“We can go to the bedroom and do it differently.”
- No, I want pain.
He looked at her. Now in his hands was not an adult woman, but a young, full of enthusiasm and sexuality girl. For this he loved her too.
- Oh! - the penis inside it moved with difficulty.
Suddenly, he let her go, and then completely removed from his penis.
- Oh! What? - she flew into the air thrown by him, and he got up and picked her up in his arms.
She looked at him, he looked at her with eyes full of love.
“I don't want to hurt you.”
He carried her into the bedroom, as the newly-made husband was his wife. Carefully putting her on the bed, he stood at the edge and stretched upward, crunching his tendons.
- How do I want you - running his hands over his body, he stretched his legs to him.
With the tips of her toes, she touched his dignity and now tried to caress him as best she could and could. He lowered his arms and took her legs. Then abruptly pulled over and sank down between them. He leaned over her. Hands penetrated under her, squeezing her flesh, caressing, tickling. One arm wrapped around her back, the other raised her lower back and pelvis, walking along her spine, squeezing her buttocks and finally penetrating her back with two fingers. She wrapped her arms around him, dug her nails into his back. She threw her legs, hugging him. Between the legs it was warm and his genital organ was clearly felt. He quivered and wanted her.
- Come on! She whispered.
With one jerk, he entered her, lifting her body above the bed, resting on her elbows and knees. Little she hung on him, his giant. He dug into her shoulder, then into her neck. It looked as if a werewolf had overtaken Little Red Riding Hood, and now it was saturated with its hot flesh, digging into her throat. He jerked into it and slowly returned to its original position. Piston wrench and slow pullback. Gun shot and slow recoil.
- “Me” is a jerk. - "Painfully!"
He went deep, too deep. She was hurt, but she wanted this pain.
- "Yes! Still!"
Jerk.
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- Do you sometimes think about what will happen next?
- Farther?
They lay on the floor, the bed was unsuitable. The bed sheet slipped and crumpled, the blanket lay on the side, the pillows flew all over the room. He took it hard, forcing her to scream. Then turned and picked up from behind. She tried to escape, but it was impossible to escape from the beast. And then her world was filled with colors of orgasms.
- I'm an adult - she ran her fingertips over the dried drops of semen between her legs. - You're small.
Licking her fingers, she smeared his cheek.
“I'm not that small.”
- I want you to be happy and not waste time on the passed stage.
- You have not passed the stage - he seriously looked into her eyes. - I'm happy with you.
He approached abruptly and sucked her lips in a long kiss. Her cheeks were covered with a blush, she fell back exhausted, pressing her hands to her chest. He followed her, spreading her arms, hugging her, spreading her legs and lying down between them. Rested "lad" rested in a warm, wet place.
- You definitely did not pass stage.
- How do you say - she again hugged his legs, as much as possible opening the way to herself.
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- Still going to go home? - she sat in a dressing gown, without being embarrassed by spreading her legs and putting her intimacy on his display.
- Yes. I have to go to work tomorrow. You too? - he reached out with his hands to the cherished places.
- Yes. At half past five in the morning you have to get up - she answered with displeasure and took off her robe.
“So who is resisting it?” - a little playful, he pulled over the hem of her robe.
- If we do it now, then you will not leave.
- Yes, you're right - he removed his hands. - Do you want ...?
He stopped short.
- What?
- That is not, this is nonsense.
- Well, not nonsense! - she looked at him with interest and a twinkle in her eyes. - Say it!
- You could not work anymore.
- And how to live?
- At my home - he was a little embarrassed. - In my bed. In the status of the official wife.
He was even more embarrassed and flushed.
- Are you making me an offer?
- Just reasoning - he made an innocent face.
She crawled to him, climbed into his lap. Now she did not care at all that she was sitting on him practically naked, even if she did not let him go there a second ago.
- you really? - she seriously looked into his eyes.
- Well, if you want.
- And you?
“I don’t know,” he breathed, and lay back. “But I definitely love you.”
She said nothing, only leaned toward him, listening to the beat of his heart.
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The day was definitely a success. You could pamper yourself a taxi, but he took the subway. Late in the evening there were not many people, one could safely ride and take a nap under the monotonous crash of the wheels.
Waiting for the train, he was attracted by the conversation of two boys.
- How can you meet, fuck and live with an adult?
- Yes, what do you understand, this is for loot - the second answered. - And so there is no buzz.
- “No buzz? Well, well ”- he looked at the communicating boys and ironically waved his head.