It was a crowded Saturday night in a popular downtown bar last summer, the music loud, lights flashing, everyone half-drunk and loose. I’d gone out with a couple of girlfriends to blow off steam after a rough week at work. I’m 25, wearing a tight black mini dress that hugged my curves, no bra, heels high enough to make my legs look endless. I felt sexy, confident, ready for anything.
I’d been in the private hospital for two days after a minor surgery, bored out of my mind and stuck in a single room. The painkillers made me sleepy, but they also made me constantly horny, my yarak half-hard under the thin hospital gown every time someone walked in. On the third night, around 11 p.m., the door opened quietly and Nurse Elif slipped in to check my vitals. She was 29, long black hair tied in a ponytail, full lips, and curves that her tight white uniform couldn’t hide—big tits straining against the buttons, round ass swaying as she moved.
Seryoga Bakhin returned home exhausted and excited. “Come on…” he said briefly from the doorway to his pet, and for the third year his legal wife, Linka Bakhina, habitually opened up, without even getting up from her chair, like a pearl-bearing sea shell.
We were sitting at a round table on the first floor and playing cards. The two-story cottage rented for the day was in a pine forest on the shore of a reservoir. And having swum to our heart's content, we were now drinking, playing and chatting. The reason for such a vacation was the long-awaited meeting of my husband Denis and his childhood friends Ilya, Andrey and Alexey.
This happened a couple of months ago. At first I was worried, my conscience was tormenting me, but then I calmed down and now I'm even glad that everything turned out this way. And so about everything in order.
Hi... Are you tired? Maybe we should have a drink?... No... I can see in your eyes that you want something else...(whispering) I think I can guess what exactly... I whisper all sorts of obscenities in his ear, biting his earlobe... I unbutton his shirt, slowly... Button by button...
We had a good time yesterday, the same group gathered as always, and the fun flowed like a river.There was my friend Sanya with his Lena, there was Kolyan, this time alone without his other half, and another friend, a bosom friend from childhood Lyokha, he came, of course, with Inna
Right. Also, remember, if you do better on this test than the previous one, I will drop your first test grade and count this one twice.