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Everything happened so fast that while I unbuttoned my jeans and tightened my sweater, Olya was already undressed, and my hands groped her smooth skin in the dim light.
Olga did not seem to react either to the kisses of the neck, nor when I kissed her breasts and hands.
It gave me great pleasure to touch her body with lips, feeling the smells of a young woman who took a shower a couple of hours ago, but had already managed to soak in the natural aroma of a living body again.

Kissing my neck, I absorbed the remnants of the smell of her daily perfume.
When kissing my chest, I inevitably felt a slight exciting smell of her armpits, mixing with the tart echo of deodorant.
When my lips finally found the hollow of her navel, she slightly spread her legs, and I understood it as a sign that she was ready to accept me.
I lay down on it, and my dick entered freely into a slightly wet vagina.
By this time, I usually already reached the degree of excitement and readiness that the first “shot” occurred literally after several movements.

I knew that Olga uses a spiral, and was not afraid to cum into it.
As soon as I pulled my limp organ out of Olga, she immediately closed her legs, as if trying to keep the male vitamins in her for a little longer.
Having fed the first desire, we continued to lie side by side until my cock started to gain strength again.
Leaning on my elbow, I stroked Olya’s chest, gently squeezing her nipples.
It seems that this is the only thing that excited her somehow.
When I forgot myself, put my hand down and tried to slightly stretch Olya’s legs, she just took my hand and returned it to her chest. hidden cam chinese sex Eyes, accustomed to twilight, distinguished large dark circles around Oliny nipples, a flat stomach and a convex pubis covered with short delicate hairs.
Olga watched this part of the body and periodically trimmed them, leaving a short, tickling hedgehog that did not crawl into my mouth when I was passing over it with my own lips. webcam bbw xxx
The fact that she is again ready to take a portion of sperm, I guessed a little quickened breathing.

At that moment I put a hand on her pubis, I felt that my legs were no longer compressed and there was a small crack between them.
I was again on top, and this time the creak of an old sofa did not subside much longer.
Olga did not move, did not moan, did not open her eyes and did not help me with the movement of the pelvis.
She seemed to allow me to do everything I needed to get my own “masculine” pleasure.
For all the time of our meetings, she never groaned, and did not get an orgasm in the form, as it is usually portrayed in night programs for adults.
Most likely, she received some kind of pleasure from me that was unknown to me, because she never refused him and always gave me a long kiss for parting.
After such a “mandatory program”, I left to put the car in the garage, where I faithfully laundered my face from the remnants of Olya’s cosmetics, and wiped my hands with a dirty, oily rag, so that later, at home, as if by chance, to show my wife traces of intimacy with the painful brainchild of the Russian car industry.

Olga, most often, stayed overnight with a friend, and the problem of conspiracy for her did not exist.
It is possible to guess what sensations the unmarried hostess of the house felt when listening to the rhythmic creak of the sofa, coming from behind the thin wooden door.
Tonya did not shine with either beauty or slim figure.
She was a “gray mouse,” hiding her complexes and desires under nondescript blouses and long skirts.
Tonya worked in a large women’s team and practically did not have the opportunity to find a normal peasant, barely having time after work to pick up her children from the kindergarten.
Where was her husband, and whether he was, I was not interested.
After Olga and her husband and children left for permanent residence in Germany, I temporarily lost some connection with Tonya, but she suddenly reminded herself.
Calling me to work, she said that this weekend the tourist club was going to hold a rally and competitions 40 kilometers from the city on the bank of a small river.

She would love to go there with her kids, but did not have time to sign up for the Turklub bus.
Tonya asked if I was going to go there and if so, could I “sit on my tail”.
The idea was supported and we quickly discussed who took what equipment with them.
On Friday evening, I drove up to Tonya’s house, and it was not without difficulty that we placed ourselves in the car, two Tonya’s children, my tomboy, a bunch of tourist equipment, and even put on a shabby plastic kayak on the top trunk, from which Tony had come from.
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