Mel or sex with a beautiful Armenian woman
She was beautiful. Her black curly hair smelled of vanilla, and the scent was simply amazing. She had small breasts and a big butt, but her legs weren't thick at all. Her waist nicely accentuated her full hips, and I wanted to hug her and take her in the place where I met Mel. Mel was Armenian and, like many women from that diaspora, had a tendency to be plump, but she took very good care of herself. Her face was a model of wild and somewhat devilish beauty. I had dreamed of this Armenian girl ever since I saw her. And then one day, fate gave me a chance to get what I had wanted for so long. I arranged a meeting with her. She was, like all Caucasian
women, a bit shy, but her eyes, dark as night, were passionate and seduced me just by looking my way. It turned me on. After two dates, I dared to invite her to my place. Mel hesitated for show but agreed.I prepared for this meeting all day. I bought wine, fruit, cigars (all of that is arousing), condoms, and other necessities. I assumed that if something started between us, she wouldn't let me fuck her pussy. Oh, those southern peoples... a girl's honor is above all. So, I prepared in advance for anal sex. I bought lubricant and condoms for that, although I still thought I wouldn't need condoms. She came to my place closer to evening. As always, just one look at her made me lose my composure... God, how I wanted her... and she felt it! We took a walk, and I brought her to my place. She was pleasantly surprised by my hospitality. After drinking a bottle of wine between us, we were ready. I started kissing her full lips... God, how sweet they were... I reveled like a vampire, kissing her neck and caressing her back and waist. However, she kissed me back with pleasure and responded with caresses too. When my hand landed on her butt, Mel shuddered, started trembling, and breathed heavily. I turned her with her back to me and began taking off her blouse and caressing her small but beautiful breasts. She started trembling, but I didn't let up.
I stroked her nipples, and my right hand moved down toward her pants. But she pushed it away. I didn't give up and quietly started unbuttoning her pants again. When I succeeded, my fingers slipped into her panties, and I began to caress her pussy. She wasn't shaved (I love that!!! and can't stand shaved pilots). Mel was completely wet; taking my hand out, I started smelling it. The divine scent turned me on terribly, and I even licked my fingers. Mel didn't resist. I went into her panties again, and this time I caressed her longer, even wanted to put a finger inside her, but as soon as I tried, she pushed me away and, with tears in her eyes, started covering her divine breasts.
— What's wrong, baby? — I asked. Mel was silent, and a tear rolled down her velvety, dusky cheek. I couldn't just stand there.
— D...ear, I can't do this! Only if you marry me! — my goddess blurted out. Honestly, I thought about Mel a lot, I loved her, I imagined her as my wife, but I'm so young... 20 years is nothing... now 30, yes... that's an age for marriage and family.
So, I wasn't planning to get married... even to a beauty like Mel. And Mel started crying quietly. I decided to act. I went up to her, hugged her, and started stroking her hair. Then, I kissed her again, and her tears began to land on my lips. I felt like there would be an explosion in my pants; I started caressing her breasts again, and again she breathed heavily, but I held her in a tight grip, and she couldn't break free.
— My love... you know that without you, I'm not a person, I'm not a guy, I don't exist. Understand, loving is so simple... — I said and smiled at her. She looked into my eyes and smiled back. I continued the attack:
— The world of love is multifaceted. We can do this without spoiling your maiden honor — I said and started stroking her hips. Mel understood what I wanted from her and didn't try to break free. On the contrary, she giggled and started stroking my cheeks. At first, I thought the cunning Armenian girl wanted to lull my vigilance and run away, but I was wrong. It turns out some Caucasian women are very passionate, but since their laws don't allow them to sleep with just anyone, they love their men differently. They offer their butts for ravaging. I took off her pants, and my eyes were presented with a plump, beautiful, dusky butt dressed in red tango panties. There was a wet spot on the front; apparently, she wanted sex herself. I laid her on my bed and started removing the rest of her underwear with my teeth. An incredibly attractive aroma came from the panties and the hairy pussy... I couldn't hold back and started licking Mel... It was a miracle; I caressed her clitoris with my tongue, immersed myself completely in those blissful thickets, kissed her legs, and went into her butt with my tongue.
Mel only moaned and breathed heavily, stroking the hair on my head. Her butt turned out to be "clean," which surprised me... She prepared for this day, I thought. I realized I shouldn't overheat the girl and decided to take her. After caressing her breasts, I threw her legs over my shoulders and started entering her... Mel, biting her lip, only gasped, and her eyes were closed. Inside her, I was absolutely comfortable, and I understood that I was far from her first). I started moving slowly inside her, and she only breathed and moaned. After 10 minutes, I sped up and was rhythmically fucking my beloved, stroking her stomach and clitoris. Mel was waving at me, and I was beside myself with joy that everything turned out exactly like this. Her pussy was also wet. It was simply flowing from her; then I turned Mel over and put her on all fours. I entered her sharply, and she pulled away a bit, but then we continued. We did it at a furious pace; she constantly waved at me in time with my thrusts. When I was at the peak of orgasm, I squeezed her butt hard and shot into her. Then I pulled out of Mel, and the semen hit her back, butt, and legs. I lay down on the bed, and she lay down next to me, hugging me with one arm.
— You're clever — she said, smiling.
— What do you mean, dear? — I asked her.
— I wanted to suggest such sex to you myself but didn't dare, and you figured it all out on your own.
We kissed, and I wanted her again. I went for her pussy and started stroking it, while Mel, to my surprise, slid down and took my cock in her mouth. I had never experienced a blowjob like that. She did such things to me that I couldn't even breathe properly. It was a real milking mixed with caresses of my balls and groin. I turned her over, and we lay in the 69 position; I licked her girl, from which love juices dripped, and massaged her anus with a finger. Then I felt I was about to cum and shot into my little one's mouth, but she swallowed everything. I forcefully sucked on her clitoris, and her juices started falling into my mouth. Mel shook and started moaning, her butt clenched, and my finger even became its hostage. Then we lay like that for another 20 minutes. After that, we had dinner and drank more wine. Mel looked at me tenderly and stroked my hand. I walked her home, and as a farewell, we kissed for a full 15 minutes without breaking apart. I wanted her again. She just discreetly ran her hand over the place where my pants were bulging and said in her gentle voice:
— Wait for a repeat, dear.
Author's e-mail: dаbdulin@yаndеx.ru