HellaGinger's Blog

Was a normal day at the regular housewives. Cleaning,cooking, check the checkboxes … pathetic attempts to find time for yourself. I looked forward tothe evening, when … finally fall asleep, andI'll be able to go to your favorite site is at least a bit of time. Home routine, undefined social situation, sadnessfor abandoned friends and relatives-all irritated andconstructors. The more that don't even have places and enough time even for lovemaking. Quick fuck-fuckI didn't like. And two rooms with … too,nothing good happens. In short, I was angry andunsatisfied …

Of course, you can say that it is business as usual. Yes,something you find yourself right. In the past few years, when my husband worked a lot, I really was a little sex. But I had a girlfriend for the soul. This is not the case here. (Sometime later, I'll tell you why I preferwomen, and why I continue to live with a man).

Already the evening came. He appeared tired andthinking about something. As I understood from its appearance-again did not reach the desired result.

= Hi, Ginger. What does not kill us, makes stronger, right? -tried to joke it and grinned.

From dinner, he refused, saying that tired. … a toy on your computer. Then put to sleep little. Strangely, this is usually done I. .. He cameback, hugged my shoulders touched the tip of thenose to my ear and said: "Let's arrange a small feast for the senses. Grateful patient handed small presents.We have a lemon there? "

We went out into the yard. Although it was cold (+2Celsius). But couldn't we drink and smoke in the presence … He had a half-liter bottle of Armenian brandy and some sweets with liqueur.

We ate really well. We have seen new stars appear. Asnight falls on the ground. I even almost forgot why we had to leave home.

I won't retell our conversation. It is not important. Butwe remembered first touched each other. Also there was evening only summer and warm ...

He held me by the hand and gently breathed on the tips of my fingers, stroking my Palm. Then began to cover their soaring kisses. I expect that he will hug me.And he that read the thoughts, cupped me. I tilted herhead on his shoulder, and he began to lightly nibble on my ear lobe. His breath had warmed me. Like I feel sorry that this is not the summer. Or at least would bea separate room. He kissed my neck, and I felt angrythat the continuation will not.

Brandy has already ended. The cold was intense. He went into the House and came out at all … do not sleep, and even not going to sleep. Them to school tomorrow ... ". It is with a sad view began to collect shot glasses. And here is no longer kept me: «what, nothing will be again? But once you and the winter will not stop! He looked wild naughty eyes and growled: "you do not like it". He will wake up. Empty glasses flew to the ground. I didn't say anything, as proved in his hands. His greedy hungry lips boring into me. The heat of his body I felt through clothing. I didn't even realize how his Palm was on my breasts, his fingers have twisted and caressed my nipples, and the other is already enmeshed in her hair. Looking for greedy kissing became louder harder. I didn't immediately realized that not whole, but simply bite in response. Buttons for blouses and bounced his face turned on my chest ... And I froze, wind chill and heat of his lips. I felt a heaviness in the abdomen, legs began to stagger. I grabbed him by the shoulders, that wouldn't fall off.

-Winter, summer, autumn, spring ... What's the difference-he whispered, grabbing at hands. After a few steps we have bushes of currants, which was not visible from the Windows. Our hugs and kisses weremore like a cat fight. But the cold was gone. He caught his lips my nipples, his hand slipped into jeans.And his fingers expertly found my "magic button". I was pushed back to him. My breasts were in one hand,pussy and sponge it brought with the other hand, while kissing, caressing, teased the neck, ears, back of the head. I just couldn't hold back. .. I've alreadymelted and flowed. (But all the time waiting forsomeone from … will come out of the House and asks-what are you doing?). Can't completely relax.

I saw how he licked his fingers, which scoffed at mypussy. "Yum-yum" and gladly they sniffed, "I love your smell, my beloved. My jeans were loose already. He pressed me against the wall of the House, seized up.His hot fingers authoriites had in the buttocks. I felt like he raises me and his protruding cock rests in mywet Temple. Sob broke from my chest suddenly even for me. Again he mocks. well enter the same login!

And he slowly-slowly lowered me, angling, as on thespit. I spread his hands. Our lips, our bodies fused into one. Yes-Ah! More, more! He ate my neck and histreacherous fingers squeezed my ass as hooks. And one of them, especially brazen to my popped in at a narrow and delicate hole.

Suddenly, he straightened out sharply. That doeseverything?! -I fall-he whispered, bewildered. -In thisdark devil himself a leg break.

He abruptly grabbed me by the waist, turned back andinstantly found himself again on the inside. He reeled up my spit on hand and held her breasts so that thenipple sliped between your fingers. I barely had time todraw the hands on the wall, as strong aftershocksthrew me forward. I already forgot how it happens. .Arousal grew. I tried to move his legs, but he noticed it, let go of the chest, and his hand between my legs.And has already become a stagger I. .. He massagedmy clit in time to impact, it made me shiver. And I feltsweet spasms. It seemed a little bit more, a little more ...

He hurriedly got out of me. I didn't look back as hepulled me down. I was falling down. You have no idea how this is drastically to sit in the darkness of theunknown with naked genitals in the garden, wherecold and wet grass. But I landed not in wet grass.  He held my waist and ass and with scope sit right on hiscock. I fell like a gutted sink in boiling water andhowled with pleasure. My legs began to involuntarilymove. His Palm shut my mouth (I cry when I am well).I bit her flesh and then felt the hot fountain in my pussy. But he kept moving me and tremble my clitoris all calmer and slower. Stand up I could not immediately. And had to scold-bare back lay on thewet grass! Treat-then have to me.

When we entered the House, the force was no longer...

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