Young Wife. Erotica. Юрий Буреве
on, write me your number, I'll come over sometime and fuck you at night if you have insomnia.
– Good – o-o-o-o – o -o-o-o-o…
– There are still many -o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o pa-a-a-a-a-ar-ne-e-e-e
– A couple of people, but they are already busy.
– Go on. Smell my breasts.
He leaned over, but instead began to lick them, squeezing her nipples with his teeth, which made her completely lose control of herself and start moaning, which, of course, did not particularly surprise anyone who heard from other rooms, rather it prompted another couple to have faster sex, where she had been before.
– I'm tired, let me down, come behind me.
She meant for him to fuck her in the vagina when she stood up, leaning forward, but the guy took this as an invitation to anal sex, which he tried to implement immediately.
– It hurts, where are you going?
– There, you wanted to go from behind.
– I meant-e-e-e-e… keep-e-e-e-e-e
It hurt, but she endured it for the sake of it, for the sake of the process, for the sake of the feeling of something foreign inside.
With one hand she began to vigorously massage her clitoris, and with the other her breasts in turn, which is why, left without support, she was now rocking like an autumn leaf.
– Fuck, screw…
She felt the approach of that orgasm that she experienced very rarely, and now it was more likely to be it, because she began to experience cramps in her calves and warmth in her groin.
And so… A riot of feelings and emotions, and the moisture that splashed was now flowing from her hips, mixing with dried drops of sperm from the other guy.
– Thank you, I'll write you down in my phone as "jet", I don't need your name.
– I'll write you down as "gap number one", you're moving up to first place in my personal ranking, and someone has lost first place.
– Do I know her?
– Yes, she is here.
– Okay, I don't care.
He left without saying anything more, and for the first time that evening she felt like a weak woman who needed to be protected and loved, but he found this guy quite interesting.
She came out of the bathroom again and, not recognizing even half of the guests who had been there before, began to look at them, she was looking for him, who was still unknown to her.
She noticed two guys and approached them herself.
– Good evening.
– Good man, who are you? – asked the strongest of them.
– Natasha. Nata.
– Nice name. My friend got divorced yesterday, will you shelter him for a while?
– I thought there were three of us.
– Fuck, I'm not an animal.
– This is the first time I’ve seen someone refuse something like this.
– Did you think guys would agree to everything for a hole? Although let's go, I'll fuck you and go home, my wife is waiting there.
He took her to the balcony, which was connected to the kitchen, because there were no other empty rooms. The couple sitting there were a waitress and a bartender from her job, who tried to stay close to each other all evening. Natasha didn't see them, passing by without looking at their faces. And since the curtains were quite transparent, they had to see the whole scene from beginning to end.
Coming back, adjusting her pants, she recognized them.
– Hello. How is your evening? Why are you bored? Not having fun?
– It's okay, I was getting ready to go home.
She, standing in the kitchen by the window, pulled down her pants again, adjusted her panties so that they didn’t cut into her crotch and sat evenly on her waist, put them back on with a silent face and a look directed at the bartender, with whom she had a relationship, or rather, had fucked ten times in the service toilet and once in the warehouse, on sacks of coffee.
She returned to the hall, where the friend of the one who had fucked her and who had recently gotten divorced was still waiting for her.
– Don't be sad, the main thing is that your dick is hard.
– Costs.
– What, did you break up?
– Were you out for a walk?
– So you got a whore. It happens. Maybe we should come to my place, I'm so fucking tired of being here, I'm just so fucking tired, in different ways. I'm dripping with cum like a bitch. We'll fuck, you can go home in the morning.
They left without saying goodbye to anyone.
Natasha rented an apartment when she worked as a prostitute, and now that her source of income had fallen, she needed someone to pay the rent at first, and a little for food and clothes. She couldn't find a rich man right away, which she had counted on when she started working as an escort, and now, realizing that it wouldn't work out quickly in other ways, she decided to wait and find a guy.
At first glance, she didn’t even like the friend of the one who fucked her on the balcony, but while they were riding in a taxi, she changed her mind about a lot of things and came to the conclusion that such a calm guy would probably suit her better than an impudent alpha male, with whom she simply couldn’t cope.
She decided not to rush, but to spend the rest of the night in the company of a guy who could satisfy her while she dozed, as she had done many times before.
In the morning she woke up with a feeling that her crotch was splitting with pain, and it seemed to her that if she stood up now, she would split in half along her crotch, so much did her ass, vagina and even mouth hurt.
She remembered that she came back with a guy who didn't say anything all night, but fucked her in all the holes, that even if she wanted to take a little nap at that time, out of habit during boring sex with small dicks, she couldn't fall asleep at night, because his penis was so big that she thought he pumped silicone in there or it was a prosthesis.
In the morning, this version disappeared from her mind, because while he was sleeping, the member now had an average value, not much different from others that she had seen enough, but felt more.
Returning from the shower, she noticed that the guy had woken up.
– Natasha. Nata, Natalya, Natusik.
– Vlad. So we've met. I'm Sasha's friend.
– Handsome?
– Well, if you think so, then yes. He got married recently, his woman got pregnant. He didn't want to, but he had to.
– I see, so he's married now. Vlad, why don't you come and live with me, I'm actually renting an apartment, we can pay together.
– Well, if… Okay, I'm ready to pay the full price, I recently got a promotion at work, we celebrated, when I came home, my wife threw a fit, said that I was hanging out with whores, one thing, another, it came to a divorce, although the divorce hasn't been finalized yet, that's it, I'm proud too.
– Okay, Vlad. Here are the spare keys, I gave them to Mom earlier, keep them for yourself. I have to go to work for lunch, and do you have to work today?
– Yes, by ten.
– There's still time, I'll cook some porridge now. Would you like some?
– Will.
He stood up, and his cock, which had long since taken on the shape of an attacker after he had removed the blanket, appeared especially large before her.
– Nice dick. You fuck great, I like you.
– You are beautiful,