Blowjob

Published in the chair, with the consent of avtora.Kopirovanie and distribution without permission is prohibited! / 1Glava 2. / / Tetrad Ani / I - Ezhova Anya. I was fifteen years old. Moved into ninth. Friends with guy older than me for a year. He moved into tenth. The proximity between us was not yet, so I'm afraid. He insists all the time, said that it would be cautious. But I'm afraid. I am afraid that he would abandon me if I did not give him. Devchonki say that if the guy wants badly, he may find himself on the side. I love Andrew and I want it to be with me. Yesterday we had a date, everything was, as usual, to tell or not? We agreed to meet in eight of the schools.

When I arrived, he was already waiting for me. We have a little walk, it became very dark, Andrei embraced me and we went to our place. A quiet corner where we usually sat, there us no one prevented. We sat down, and Andrew immediately began to kiss me, he embraced me the left hand, his right arm lay down on my chest, he began to unbutton my blouse. - Andrew, do not have to - I whispered. - Well, what do you glupenkaya - he protisnul hand under the bra, started the breast nipple. - Andrew, I do not have to. He was not listening to me, and my protests - it is rather a ritual.

It was the kiss me vzasos. His tongue was in my mouth. He stopped rub my chest, I felt his hand on his knee. I grabbed him by the hand, but he was stronger, his hand went up, skolznula under the edge of skirts above, above, then, like a joke, below, and again up and behold, I felt his fingers on lobke, he ironing me through panties. - Andrew, stop, Andrew - almost weeping, I pull down his arm. - What to you, I did not do anything bad to you, I did not even move a hand. - That's not moving. - I did not move. He kissed me again, and my head is round. - You promised not stir. - Well hand as I did not rock, she lightly stir.

- Yeah, slightly. - What you tugaya eraser. - Nothing tugaya. - But why do I hand can not move. - Because it is not. - Yesterday, it was possible, but not today? We again tseluemsya, he was finally able to penetrate the whole hand, under the rezinku I schekotno and exciting, I was closely compress their feet, he persistently tries to move the fingers down. - Well, Anechka, Mr. Please Mr. Please. - God, do not have to, Andrew, Andrew, do not have to. - Anjuta, I do not compress the knee, well beloved, well let me. And I have no more strength to resist, and my legs slightly apart. At the same moment his hot hand fell on my own, I do not know how to say, Andrew calls this place, your island, you can stroke your island, said he sometimes now, my island in his power.

He moves his hand and slightly penetrates the finger in my schelochku, and I die. I die, I die, I die. I utknuvshis nose in his neck, shepchu something inarticulate, is already moving to his finger, and the unbearable, sweet Charley piercing my body. That we love with Andrew. I still shudder, we breathe hot, my whole body feel his outstanding passion, he takes my hand, he leads her to the already well familiar to me track where he has unbuttoned pants, I touch his fingers, he was hot, he was great, He firmly.

Andrew vpivaetsya kiss to my neck, my God, tomorrow will again zasos, pace, I think, a very slight oglazhivayu his droll gun, Andrew publishes hoarse moan and strong, hot jet spills in my hand, Andrew bites me in the shoulder, from the surprise I vskrikivayu And we freezes. - You were good? - He asks. - Well, as you? - And me, but we both will be even better if you do all of this. - You can not, dear. - Why, you have that, there is someone else? - And then you do not know who I am. - Who? - You, my durashka. - It shows that durashka. Anya, come on, you become my own. - I'm so yours. - Just my own.

- I just yours. - Not really. - Very. - You do not love me. - I like. - Ljubila you that I do not muchila. - As I tortured you? - Do not daesh for real, you do not know how we guys need it, you do not see how I want. - I'm afraid. - Come on, I buy most of these. rezinochek. - Are you crazy, and who you sell them. - I dostanu, Anjuta, dostanu, let's huh? - You are my perestanesh respect. - I am even more will you love, Anechka. - Oh, well, you, come on, pomolchim better. And we are silent, we black starry sky, early summer, I am fifteen years, I love, and life seems to me prekrasnoy.Tetrad Dimy / NEWS recording - theidea Natashki.

All are silent, and I do not know whether their people, except me. Natashka, however, asked a couple of times, but it's like a joke. But I now teach, or even interesting. We have to hide from their parents and sisters, but I have a place where no one will. My name is Dima, I turned fifteen in May. It was summer, no lessons and I patsanami drive on the Great from morning to night. The ancestors often drive us to stick with his sister in the garden, but with this it can not be helped - be. Wifelover - adolescents. The sister of one year older than me, her name is Luda, it is very beautiful, caring for her several knights, but it seems not yet decided who to stop, although a couple of times I zastaval with Genk in this way.