webcam video gay org) But she doesn’t act like a thief at all.
I put out a cigarette and went to the bedroom where Vlad slept.
Deciding not to wake up the girl yet, I went to the living room to work.
Toward evening Vlada finally woke up.

By this time I had already finished work and decided to cook dinner.
But all my thoughts were scored only by this girl.
How do I get on with her now? “I’d rather go,” came an uncertain, low voice behind my back.
I turned around and looked into the eyes of the girl.
– If you leave, the cops will take you.
They were here in the morning – blue eyes widened for a moment, but I noticed that Vlada was not weakly frightened and shifted from one foot to the other.
I felt that the girl was hesitant to ask me to cover her.
I myself was not sure if I was ready to do it for a stranger.
A little thought, I made a decision.
“So, you will live with me until you get better in life, but under several conditions,” standing up, I went around the girl and hugged her around the waist.
– what? – with my fingertips I felt her muscles convulsively squeeze.

“Well, first of all, you will clean up here, cook, wash, in general: do everything that a housekeeper would do,” I barely touched the girl’s tense neck with wet lips.
– I suppose something else? – And secondly, and most importantly, you will sleep with me.
I think you guessed that I did not mean to sleep in the same bed, didn the sun? – having pressed a wet kiss to my shoulder, I firmly squeezed the perfect chest of my thief, – and we will start now, – Vlada’s chest shot up sharply, and a low moan escaped from parted lips.
Pushing the girl on the table with my stomach, I got up behind.
One of my hands lay on my chest, and remained, and the other began to unbutton the zipper on the jeans.
I felt how heavy and how hot her breath was getting.
My lips bit my earlobe, and my palm was already wriggling in the girl’s crotch. webcam video gay
Unable to stand, I roughly entered into it, and a sensual moan came to my ear.
Pulling my hair back, I watched Vlada’s expression as my hand frantically had it.

After a few moments, I felt the vagina begin to contract, and the girl herself flexed in the back.
It made me add another finger and stick them as deep as possible.
And this was the last straw before a bright orgasm.
Vlad was struck with such a big shiver that I had to press her to the table and close my mouth with my hand.
When the orgasm slowly began to let go of the girl’s mind and crotch, I leaned over to her ear.
“Is everything clear to you?” – I gently pulled my fingers out of the vagina and squeezed Vlada’s ass tightly, looking around at her beautiful figure.
She nodded shortly and tried to get up, but I pressed her back to the table.
– I have another condition, I promise: the last one, – I ran my hand from my chest to my ass, – walk around the apartment in your underwear.
You can not hide such beauty.
d.
I’m writing a letter.
Last letter to you.
– I say goodbye to you, my baby.
No, not like this: – Forgive me, I love you madly, but we can no longer be together.

No, no and NO.
Dry and selfish.
Oh god how hard it is.
How to explain to you that I love you? To say that I dream to wake up every morning, inhaling the aroma of your body.
To grin smiling.
Run your hand through your silky hair.
Touch your velvety cheek.
Caress the gentle curve of the shoulder.
Why can not I collect my jumping thoughts and not tell you how I adore your lips.
I know that when you watch me in bed, you just bite your lip.
God, how it turns me on.
Everything excites me in you.
Your strange, unusual gait.
Sometimes flying, and often free, no, seemingly free and independent.
After all, this is what you want to be for everyone.
What is going on in your soul? Only you know about it.
I am only allowed to guess.
I’m silently looking.
I study your thoughts.
Baby, how lonely you are.
You do not believe anyone.
You were too often betrayed: with a smile on your lips and the innocent look of a baby.
Lord, how much did you have to experience.
How much to go through.

You do not trust me.
I see it in your eyes.
In your smile, half face.
I notice it in every gesture, in your carelessly defended word.
You do not trust.
I feel.
Sorry, I can’t do that.
Can’t hurt you.
After all, I see how you perceive my every attempt to talk to you.
Well, I can write.
Again and again, saying that I am getting better at paper than at words.
How can I tell you how I feel.
Hurricane, storm.
Love and hate.
I want to see constantly, but I can’t have something to restrict my freedom.
I feel uncomfortable.
I’m suffocating in the four walls.
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