She took my penis in her mouth

She took my penis in her mouth

Everyone usually calls me "Puddle" - from the last name. But She is only in name. "Romochka". It never crossed her mind to name me offensive. She loved me so much ...


Oddly enough, our story began at work. I was plowing in the TV assembly shop for two years now when she appeared ... Beautiful and vicious. With muscular legs under a short skirt, and inviting brown eyes. Komola. Guest of sunny Southstan.


My working day was simple and unpretentious: Sitting at the assembly line, I soldered the passing CRT boards. Nothing foreshadowed the miracle that would happen to me very soon ...


So, one beautiful and fragrant spring morning, I walked through the checkpoint of the plant and went into my workshop. He took off his outer clothing, took out a thermos from his portfolio, and hid it behind the leg of an iron table. There was hot tea — which I used to refresh myself with while waiting for dinner.


I sat down on a chair and looked to the left - on the other side were the television boards that I was collecting. And I was stunned: a vision was approaching me. It was in a pleated leather skirt and a tight-fitting T-shirt with short sleeves. Two cute, round melons of the third size protruded from the shirt. The cut of the shirt was very large, and one could look into the very abyss. "Eyes - higher!" A voice sang, and I looked up at her face.


Not to say very beautiful, although probably in the country where she comes from - it was quite attractive. The face is not flat, but Turkic. Liquid lips, and above them a slightly noticeable fluff. "A lot of testosterone" - I thought. Means a strong temperament, and will be a filly in bed.


- So this is my workplace here? She asked. - I was sent to help some Roma. They said that he could not cope alone.


"Thanksgiving to heaven!" - I managed to think. - Yes, yes - it's me, I said happily out loud. - Sit down next to me, very nice!


“But there is no second stool here ...” the lovely creature pouted, pouting.


- It doesn't matter, we'll organize it now! - and I got up, walked around her from the back. She was even prettier in the back - a short skirt hugged a bulging butt that challenged me.


Running around the shop in search of a second stool, I could not resist, looked back in the direction where I left it. The stranger leaned against the conveyor and looked at the TV card lying on it. At the same time, she stuck out her butt so that the edge of the lace panties became visible. Little red ones! - flashed through my mind. Something clicked inside me, so I grabbed the ownerless tubarette and started it back. Moreover, one of the local Don Juans has already begun to curl around her. Having told him a couple of gentle ones, I watched him evaporate to the other end of the workshop. Then he turned to the woman.


- Komola! - she introduced herself and made a half-playful knixen. "Wow, what manners!" - I thought.


- Very nice. You already know my name. And now I know what is my favorite female name - I was funny.


Madama smiled and sat down on the stool offered to her. "I wish I could drop something so that I could crawl under the table ... After all, she has such a short skirt! "- a seditious thought flashed through my mind.


The working day has begun. The sun rose outside the window and pushed the morning rays through the tall windows. With them, it groped my Femina, especially trying to illuminate her high and plump breasts. A third of which clearly did not fit into the bust holder. The edge of the bra showed up from the neckline of the shirt, and only boobs were above. "Don't you dare!" - I shouted to the sun. "She's mine! Only I will feel her!"


Komola turned out to be extremely quick-witted. Grasping at a glance, she exactly repeated my movements and soldered with the dexterity of a real shareholder. It turned out that she had little experience in working with a soldering iron tip. So much the better - you don't have to study for a long time, and there will be more time for ...


It was time for lunch. I took out an uncomplicated havchik from my portfolio and sent her to fetch water for the kettle. He looked at the receding legs and the hips - which swayed from side to side - to the left, to the right. Left and right ... I felt that my body was filled with spring strength. He ordered me to look at this black skirt receding into the distance, and I could not look away. I came to my senses only when she returned with a full teapot. Hurrying to cover the bump on the pants with my palm, I praised her for her quickness. Well done! You will make a good worker .. TSA.


The next day, when we arrived at work, we heard the good news that the conveyor was broken. There will be a lot of free time today.


- Show me the plant? She sang. (Well, how could I refuse?)


All the workers scattered to the corners, and we went out into the territory with her. "You can start your inspection - from that distant, abandoned boiler room." - suggested a freshly baked guide. Komola smiled silently and approvingly. We walked with her along the asphalt path past a watered lawn. The closer we got to the abandoned, the more unkempt the territory became. Scraps of cable, broken bricks, pieces of slate began to come across. One of them split under my boot.


The iron doors of the entrance to the dark boiler room were suspiciously ajar. It smelled of dampness and fear from there. - After you? I suggested jokingly. But I had to take it by the small palm and pull it behind me under the rusty gate.


- Oh! There is a spider web! - Komal's nose wrinkled in displeasure. I will not tell her yet that she also stained her back with something white. Probably a piece of information.


"Are there no scorpions here?" The girl asked fearfully. - Not! - I reassured her - They would not have survived here. Here they would have nothing to eat except fuel oil.


We made our way between the rubble of various rubbish. The open doors of the switchboards held out their handles to us. Water was streaming underfoot and fragments of wooden crates lay. A beam of something huge was blocking our path, but we stepped over it. I gave the lady my hand, and she gratefully used it. Rare rays of sunlight shone through the holes in the roof. It was quiet and gloomy. In the corner of the boiler room, there was a dirty table. Having wrapped a pipe sticking out in the middle of the wreckage, we came to this iron workbench.


- I seem to have stepped on something sharp - said the princess of the boiler room with regret. I took off my jacket, which I had prudently grabbed with me, and put it on the table. Have a seat!


Hooking her up, I sat the girl on the workbench. I'll take a look. I squatted so that my head was now in front of her plump, white knees. Taking her red boat shoe in my hands, I took it off. He lifted her barefoot and looked closely. It seems like there are no splinters. Ostensibly deciding to inspect possible damage, I ran my index finger over her miniature fingers. Then he twisted her foot: "Does it hurt?" "No," she gasped. Then I lightly ran the back of my hand over her shin. It was very pleasant to feel the thin female skin under the fingers.


Then I raised my hand higher and touched her knee. Komola shuddered slightly. "Do not be afraid!" - I reassured her. "I'm professional." Taking her knee in each hand, I lifted my head horizontally. Opposite my gaze, there were two inner surfaces of her thighs, which, narrowing, ended in a knob of panties. Red, lace ... My eyes were blurred, I stood up abruptly, knocked her over on her back, grabbed her knees with my hands, and pulled her to me. Fear flashed in her eyes, but she did not resist. I myself bent over to her breasts, and pulled out one of them, pulling down a T-shirt with a bra.

For some time I contemplated what I saw. A large, milk-filled breast looked invitingly at me with its nipple. Medium in shape, flat, it attracted my mouth like a magnet. I obeyed the call of nature, and bent down, sucked to it.


From a distance from the side, we probably seemed like two letters G stacked on top of each other. The upper letter diligently licked the chest of the lower ...


Suddenly Komola pushed me away, and I walked half a step away from the workbench. Sitting on it, she reached for my belt, and when I moved closer again, she pulled her pants down, along with him. With a few strong movements, like pulling the skin off a snake, the girl pulled my pants down to my knees. After that, grabbing my buttocks, pulled me closer.


For a while, she looked at the member sticking out under my blue panties. Then she breathed more often and harder, then pulled her panties down, following the pants.


My cock rocked up and down. With mesmerizing eyes, she followed his movements. After he calmed down, she grabbed him with her hand and pulled me close to her. Holding it in her hand, she brought his head, covered by the upper flesh, closer to her eyes. Eyes squinted, she examined him from all sides. Then she raised her penis up a little. Then I ran the finger of my free hand along the vas deferens on the underside of the organ. The edge of her nail gave me a strong tingling sensation. My cock twitched involuntarily. She raised her head, looked into my eyes, and smiled. I immediately felt the strongest rush of blood to my penis.


Lowering her head again, she took my penis into her mouth, and I began to watch her hair go back and forth. Closer to my stomach - further from it. Closer, further ... My pipis were warm and soft. As if the inside of freshly slaughtered beef was wrapped around a dick. And here 

I felt how a small, hot snake began to play on my head. This girl decided to connect her tongue. "How fast and skillful he is!" - flashed by lightning in my heated brain. I closed my eyes. Suddenly Komola pulled away. I opened my eyes abruptly. Komola grabbed a hard jade rod in her palm and unexpectedly hard and quickly began to jerk me off. Looking into my eyes. I could not resist and finished immediately. Seven quick shots hit her right in the chest.


Komola slowed down and moved her hand back and forth a little more. The sensations were divine. Then she let go of the penis, and he, having previously been tough, began to gradually fall off. I looked at her, unable to move. And she glanced at her chest, took out a handkerchief from somewhere, and began to wipe my impressionistic art.


I could not utter a word and only sighed heavily. Komola wiped himself off, looked at me again, and smiled, hid her boob back. I came to my senses, pulled my pants and everything else up, then gave her a hand. She accepted it and pulled herself up, stood up. She swayed a little, and I put my arms around her waist so that she would not fall back. Women's eyes looked at me roguishly. I answered her smile with mine, stood on the side of the woman, and led her by the waist to the exit. On the way, we almost hit our heads on a hanging sheet of iron. But I have not forgotten my jacket, and this is the main thing.


Leaving the gates of the boiler room, we closed our eyes against the bright sun. Then they hurried to their workshop. The rest of the day passed in a daze, but quickly.


After this incident, we became so insolent that, sitting next to the conveyor, my hand, having finished working on it, dropped under it. And Komole penetrated into her panties. In the same place, I disconnected my hand from the brain, and she did what she wanted in this wet place. Fortunately, on this side of the conveyor, we were sitting alone, and there was a wall behind us. I forced the bottom of the conveyor with boards "supposedly from the wind." Well, and from prying eyes as well.


True, the Italian teacher from afar looked in surprise at the face of my neighbor, when my hand was too briskly walking in her panties. But apparently, he considered it local traditions. Moreover, we did not have a marriage.


I gave her flowers and other gifts, and from time to time she answered me with a bed. And my dedication.


The next case happened with us exactly one month later. When we simultaneously decided to skip work. She invited me to her home. “But I won't be alone,” she warned me. I was taken aback. "I have a small child, a girl. She has no one to leave with." - Komola explained apologetically. Calming down, and looking around, I secretly kissed her on the cheek.


The next day, I came to the specified address. I went up to the right floor and called the apartment. The door flew open at once, and Komola appeared before me in a semi-transparent lace peignoir. The blood immediately rushed to my head. I held out my hands to her, but she dodging, invited me inside, ordering me to close the door. Which I did, from the nerves really slamming it loudly and not hitting the first time with the latch in the hole.


- Hush! You will wake up the child! - my passion whispered evilly. Indeed, a creature, about five years old, in night pajamas emerged from a dark opening in the wall. Yawning and rubbing his eyes with his fists. Komola rushed to her, and wailing "My girl!" - dragged her to bed. Meanwhile, I went into the central hall and looked around. Typical Asian setting: there is a huge carpet on the floor, with a high and silky white pile, in which the foot was buried. There is almost no furniture, only a TV in the corner.


Komola, meanwhile, returned and dragged me by the hand into another room, where there was a bed. Turning off the light, she knocked me over on my back. I, falling back on the soft bed, raised myself on my elbow and began to examine my vision in reality. She stood with her hips akimbo in front of the bed in her peignoir, which she had managed to change - and now she was wearing the same one, but white! This one was even sexier and more transparent. Her body was almost open and looked especially attractive in the moonlight. Then she looked down at my pants. "How quickly you are ready!" She said with a grin, looking at the bump under the zipper of my jeans. I smiled apologetically and continued to gaze at her.

In the meantime, she knelt down in front of the bed, as a dog bent over to me. Then, bringing her face close to the brass-smelling fastener, she grabbed the zipper tongue with her teeth! And gently pulled down. "It's so good that I guessed to lubricate the lightning with machine oil!" - I thought casually. Komola, meanwhile, had already opened the clasp and stuck her hand inside. "How hot you have it!" She said admiringly. Then, unbuckling the belt, she pulled the jeans down. Slightly lowering them, she squeezed my dick under my panties with her fingers. After that, I quietly pulled them down, again with my teeth!


Now, if anyone could look out the window on this moonlit night, they would see that on a huge bed on the edge, a contented male is lying supine. Hands outstretched. And the head of his female walks up and down over his belly, tickling his skin with its long hair.


... her tongue moved slowly and gently along the trunk. She first touched him with the tip of her tongue. She kissed her gently with her lips. And then suddenly she put her mouth completely on the penis and swallowed it greedily and deeply. Her cavalier breathed heavily and heavily. He felt very good - he felt unearthly bliss. Sometimes he clenched the sheet in his fist, then unclenched his fist. I had to endure as long as possible. And the Valkyrie, meanwhile, continued her work, working with her head like a piston of a mechanism ...


Bliss in the lower abdomen was growing, filled with the juice of pleasure. It was ready to burst at any second. Then, when it seemed that there was no more strength to endure, I tightly grabbed her hair on her head with two palms. Immediately everything inside me exploded. And into the deep and warm cave, tight streams of white happiness began to beat.


Komola burst out of my 

hands, and raised her head. Now my shots began to hit her face, hitting her hair with a few drops. Streams flowed down her face, dripping back onto my pubis. At that moment, an awakened child appeared in the doorway! And now Komola jumped up, with a smeared face rushed to the door and took the girl to her room ...


After that, we went several more times to the far end of the boiler room. This is not counting the daily manual exercises. A couple of times she called me to her home. Sitting naked in the middle of the room on the carpet, we indulged in innocent pranks. Although why innocent. And the girl sat in the corner of the room and played with her toys. "Aren't you afraid to leave her in the room with us?" I asked. "She cries and cannot sleep," sang Komola. And suddenly she began to cry. The girl in the corner looked up from her toys. "Why are you crying?" I asked her. "At first I lost my husband, and now I am losing you - I will have to leave for another country forever, because of work."


Then I saw her for the last time. With pathos, I promised to always love her, but I realized that physically it would no longer be possible.


Today, sitting alone by the assembly line, I recall everything that happened as a fantastic dream, and I feel what happened to me for the first and probably the last time. And now the hand does not find itself to do. She is so lonely outside of Komola's panties ... I wish everyone to experience the same luck that fell to my lot. Adieu!

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