The first experience
It added a lot of fictional stories. I want to tell the real story of how I became blue. Ironically, this may sound trite, but when I watched porn in which women are fruity suck more members, I always wanted to feel yourself in their place. Eventually, I decided to translate their plans into action and posted his profile on the dating site, written off the guy, and appointed him a date at the track outside the city.
We met at the appointed time. Sergey (the so-called guy) proposed change in the back seat of his jeep, where we MRC call. He was 35 years old, he led some small companies. When he asked me that, if he liked me, I nodded his head affirmatively. Sergei embraced me and kissed in the mouth. The smell of tobacco and men's cologne, and bristle at his cheeks were so unaccustomed that my heart tearing zabilos. Sergei rasstegnul fly, out a member of his who was 17 centimeters in length and about four in width.
Sergei told me: «Podrochi!» I took him in hand and began to slowly drochit, continuing to kiss with Sergei. Then he otkinul seat back, lay on his back, withdrew trousers and said: «You want to try to make minet? We shall now begin! ». I nagnulsya, around his member and began to suck his lips, trying to let poglubzhe member to his throat, but sensing vomiting reflex, I decided to confine the head. I became a member of drochit his hand, continuing to suck. Sergei grip my hand over the back of the head, trying to impose my head on his member, and postanyval of delight.
When the moment he said: «So what? Fuck will? »I replied:« Yes! »Sergey helped me to undress and left totally naked, I stood with cancer, giving his ass at the disposal of Sergei. Seogey spat on the hand, Raster saliva on the member and pristavil it to my hole. When Sergei ryvkom one half of its member introduced me to Popkov, I felt a sharp pain, from which it seemed to me that I have a spark of eye posypalis. Sergei prosheptal «Quiet, quiet, quiet!» And a short measure by giving my Popkov opportunity to get used to its members.
Later he began to make incremental movement and driven me to a member of the most eggs. He began to shag me, gradually increasing amplitude and speed. Soon he fuck me almost entirely vysovyvaya member and folds it back on the most eggs. I moan from the frenzy of pain. I thought he was tearing me to pieces, but the pain became gradually turns into a pleasure it is not clear. I am still mourning. But not from pain but from a salacity.
I vygnul back and began podmahivat Sergei trying to be gluyuzhe impose on its members. I can not remember how many he fuck me, but finally I felt like Sergei accelerated rhythm, and suddenly measure. I knew that he finished in me. Sergei tears with me and sat down beside lit. I thought that his semen from families holes, grown to such dimensions that it is no longer in power is something in itself to keep. Staying in one shock, I began to dress. Sergei asked me: «Well, like it?». I replied: «I do not know».
We poproschalis, I moved to his car and drove home. My Popkov smart for a few days, and it was such a strange and at the same time pleasing sensation, what I as if still feeling its member Sergei Popkov. Soon, this feeling disappeared and I decided to call again to Sergei.
At this time we went to his home. Left for a united, we are divided and Sergey formed on the bed. I prileg next to him, took his mouth still sluggish member and began to suck. Soon it became a member of the firm and elastic and I asked Sergei: «Trahni me!». I stood with cancer, Sergei added at the back and once again trigger a sharp introduced its member half. This time the pain has not been so dramatic. Sergei became a shag me, and soon had the familiar feeling of pleasure. Sergei laid on my stomach and was lying on my shag me.
This time, I also quietly postanyval unable to contain a strange mixture of a small pain and great pleasure, caused by a member of Sergei. Soon Sergei booming finished my Popkov. When Sergei tears with me, I began to dress and Sergey again asked me: «You like it?» I again replied: «I do not know», as Sergei said: «What do you mean I do not know? Once again telephoned, then upset! »
I odelsya and went home. Maybe Sergei me obidelsya may have some reason, but when I phoned him again, he began to say that he has no place, and in general, I do not feel in his voice intuziazma. More than we did not vidilis. But in my life were other men, which I can tell you later.
