Woman in the night train. Erotic novels - Vitaly Mushkin страница 2.

Then I felt a slight stroking of my brush. I answered. We gently stroked each others hands, fingers, palms. I stroked her fingers, and her fingers lay on a naked, slightly cool thigh, which I gradually moved on to. From the hip, I moved to the buttock, then to the other. Her priest was smooth and supple. I leaned over and touched her lips. All other places of the teacher were hidden under the sheet, and I was offered, probably, its best part  the priest. The smell of her skin excited me extremely. Everything was decided at this very moment. We both, probably, understood that all the ways back were cut off. I kissed her ass frenziedly, like a thirsty traveler in the desert, nabredshey to the source. I crumpled her ass with my fingers, I felt like digging into it, scratching that sweet and delicious ass with my fingernails, biting my teeth, enjoying all the beauty and energy inherent in it. What could be more beautiful than a female priests, especially the attempts of an unknown companion in an overnight train.