webcam photo Two tall tight twins seductively clearly traced under the fabric, impudently sticking out to the sides with bold nipples, which I remembered so well both in appearance and touch.
Round, perfect ass and infinitely long, slender legs were pulled into blue skinny jeans that started below the waist, revealing neat navel cups with the same silver ring that happened on the night when we loved each other on the table in the back room of the restaurant.
Elegant high-heeled shoes completes this magnificence.
At the sight of the girl inside me, somewhere under my heart, a heavy, icy lump fell into echoes.

Oh, what are you doing with me, bitch! The low waist of the jeans allowed me to look at one more detail that excited me.
On the back, below the waist, above the buttocks, at equal distances from the middle of the back of the girl, were two small neat depressions.
From them to the bottom to meet each other two barely noticeable hollows converged, which were supposed to meet where the butt cut began.
Last time in the dark and passion, I missed this nuance from the view.
But now, having considered this natural label of “my” type of women, I felt how my jeans become narrow to me.
While Christina was seated at the table, she, with jokes and laughter, fought off the wave of compliments that were showered with the men present, and had not yet seen me.

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But unfortunately she got the chair right across.
And when, dropping on him, the lady looked up at me, her smile froze, and the expression of a cornered beast flashed in her eyes for an instant.
It was not a fright of course, but the confusion of the unexpectedness of the situation itself, for a moment, Chris was confused.
But then she pulled herself together: “Christina,” she introduced herself, pretending that we were not acquainted.
“Sergey,” I nodded, accepting her playing conditions.
And what else could I do?
Next to this beauty was already sitting the one whom she chose.
I had a chance, probably.
Then in the restaurant, when I caressed her divine body, when I kissed her most intimate places, when nothing separated us.
But she still chose Arthur.
Why should I now remind her of something, giving rise to some suspicions in the head of her chosen one?
After all, he did not seem to recognize me, or did not pay any attention to me then.
The point in our relationship is already worth it, no matter how much I think and dream of my Goddess.
They were given plates, filled glasses with champagne.
– Arthur, but we are not for long? – rather affirmatively, than interrogatively addressed Christine to her companion.

“Well, this is how I will let him go,” the hero of the day intervened cheerfully.
“Well, let’s sit for a while,” Arthur looked at the girl pleadingly and hugging her smacked on the cheek, showing with all appearance that she was his girlfriend, and not just a friend or girlfriend.
I was looking at Chris and couldn’t take my eyes off.
Cosmetics on it was at least.
Only painted lips, but slightly let down eyes.
As I said earlier, there was something Scandinavian in her appearance.
Her features reminded her something remotely of Liv Kristin, which I had seen live a couple of times.
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