Tattoo artist. Part 4

I didn’t hear her come and stand behind my back. I just felt the warmth of her chest. I took a drag. She stood behind my back, stretched out her hands to my chest, held it down. I felt a desire rise up to meet her hands again. She lowered her hands to my fly, I tensed all over, a member under the fabric of jeans stood up, in the eyes again dimmed. I tightened more, and at that moment she deftly zipped her fly and put her hand in my jeans. I almost coughed at her touch. He threw the cigarette butt out the window. I turned to her, her hand slipping out of my trousers.

I sat down on the windowsill and looked at her. She stood still barefoot and in one shirt. I took her chin with my hand, looked into her eyes. She licked her dry lips with her tongue, then, without taking her eyes off me, approached me, unbuttoned the belt, the button on my jeans, and slid her hand over my stomach. Then with her fingers she pushed the fabric of my panties and took out my penis. She ran her tongue over him, took him in her hand and began to lick his head. Damn, everything in my head was clouded, I couldn’t help but groan. He ran his hand through her hair. She didn’t come off my cock. Kissing and licking him, slightly biting the head. Here she draws a line along its entire length with a wet tongue, here she kisses the very tip of the head and gently caresses it with her tongue. Here she opens her lips and takes it. He tries to take it all in his mouth. My head is spinning, my heart is beating …

I look … she then swallows him, as deeply as she can, then almost lets him out. She starts to lower her hand and caresses my balls, rolls them into her palms, squeezes them. Another second and I’ll finish. With the fingers of her other hand, she runs over my penis, squeezing them with a tight ring … I feel that now, another second, and I will finish. And this moment comes, as if something explodes in me, I finish. She does not tear herself away from me, her hands still continue to give me caresses. Her lips kiss the shaft of my penis, lick the drops of liquid, swallow it all. And I’m so pleased, painfully …

I run my hand through her hair, lift her up. She stands, looking up at me, I see drops of my liquid on her lips. She licks her lips. He looks at me with a hazy look. I feel like I want her again …

I kiss the tips of her fingers, her palm, she rises on tiptoe and kisses my lips. I can taste my lips. I pick her up in my arms and put her on the floor, on the carpet, lie down next to her. I look at her. She looks at me and waits. Several seconds or minutes pass in this way. I lean towards her and kiss her. I feel her fluttering tongue in my mouth, I feel the warmth and trembling of her body. She wraps her arms around me, nestles against me, I put one hand under her head, the other I run over her body. On the chest, on the nipples, below, on the stomach, even below, along the mound of her pubis, below, on the inner side of her thighs. I spread her legs to the sides. She wraps them around me. I open her cave with my fingers. She seems to flare up from my touch. I stop for a moment before entering. She opens her eyes, looks at me, as if she is going to say something to me, and when the words should already fly from her lips, I enter her with a sharp push.

Her pupils dilate and she screams. I begin to move in it, slowly at first, settling in. Then, speeding up and speeding up my movements, I go deeper and deeper into it. She groans and arches her back. We are like a mechanism, a perpetual motion machine. Not a second of stopping, delay is death. As if the whole purpose of my life is one movement in it. I take her by the shoulders, she presses against me. A sharp turn and now she is already on me. She starts to move slowly, but I pick up the pace, throwing her up. I hold her by the thighs, pull her over myself. My little rider. She bends down, wraps her arms around my neck, presses her cheek against my cheek, her breasts against my chest, her belly against my stomach. I feel all the depth. We don’t stop. Her screams, my screams, everything mixes. A bright flash, as if I were falling somewhere down into the hot sea. I won’t let her go. never…

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