Adult desires

When I was a teenager, we went to visit relatives in Sochi. Our distant relatives live there, and we were, so to speak, vacationing at the resort through connections. More precisely, the adults were vacationing, while we kids were terribly bored. Essentially, the kids were me and a neighbor boy my age. We entertained ourselves as best we could—swimming, climbing all the accessible roofs, well, in short, having fun however we could. No one really watched us; we were left to our own devices. Naturally, we started talking about intimate topics. We didn't understand much about it, but he began telling me how he masturbates, and I became wildly curious. Of course, I asked him to show me.

And so, when all

the adults had cleared out of the house, we sat facing each other, and he, pulling down his pants, started jerking off his dick. I was very interested; I watched for a long time and suddenly realized I wanted to do the same as him, and I could already feel how wet it was between my legs. I sat opposite him and, spreading my legs, instinctively began stroking my clitoris.

This clearly aroused him, and he started jerking his dick harder. We entertained ourselves like this for about ten days until we left there. I rarely remembered it, but I knew I had that little sin in my past.

We brought the bags into the house, and I was stunned—HE was already waiting for us inside. He had also shot up and, of course, was deeply tanned, and without a shirt, his abs made my legs involuntarily clench.

But since it was December 31st, we were all busy with cooking and then the feast, and I only saw him across the table. At midnight, everyone clinked glasses and made wishes. He suddenly looked at me with a piercing gaze and downed his glass in one gulp. When everyone started dispersing from the table, I couldn't help but approach and ask, "I wonder, what did you wish for?" He smirked and replied, "I wished for a repeat of our games!" My mouth dropped open at his audacity, but I managed to squeeze out only, "But we're not alone here." And he countered again, "You know, before the New Year, you have to take a bath," and smiled so slyly. At first, I thought it was a joke, but when he spun a tale to all the relatives about the bath and went to heat it, I realized he was serious. Honestly, his decisiveness turned me on wildly, and I decided, "In for a penny, in for a pound."

When we entered the bathhouse, it was already very warm. Without embarrassment, I took off my swimsuit, and he dropped his towel—he wasn't wearing underwear anymore, just his cock standing stiff.

I was literally biting my lips at the sight of his body and especially his cock, but I decided to tease him: "So, you're saying the wish was 'To play with her like in childhood'?" I said and sat down opposite him. My legs quickly spread apart, and my fingers began stroking my clitoris, while my eyes devoured his body. еtаlеs.оrg His muscular arms, collarbones, abs, and most importantly, his cock. He was already jerking it off, and I was flowing like a bitch, pleasuring myself.

There are guys who make you wet even though they're not even touching you. And here was such a guy, naked, and jerking off his cock. So, the lubrication from my pussy was streaming down my legs, and I, rolling my eyes, was already fucking my pussy with my fingers. With my free hand, I squeezed my nipples and caressed my breasts.

I think there was some connection between wanting him since childhood and now flowing like crazy, greedily fucking myself with my fingers like I never usually do. Naturally, seeing such a sight, he got even more aroused and jerked off more intensely, which in turn aroused me even more.

I couldn't hold out first; I screamed and, pulling my fingers out of my pussy, arched my back, squirting onto the floor. It was a powerful sight—my spread legs and smoothly shaved pussy with so much lubrication that it shot out in little fountains. At such a sight, he couldn't hold out either, and I saw his cock cum, white semen dripping down his tanned cock.

This turned me on so much that I pressed my fingers to my clitoris and literally intensified my own orgasm. I wanted to go over and lick off the semen, but he abruptly stood up, and I thought that would be it, but not so. He rinsed his cock with a dipper of water and, coming over to me, literally tipped me over onto the bench, immediately driving his cock into my pussy all the way to his balls.

It was the first and last time in my life that a guy who had just cum was ready to continue having sex immediately after orgasm. And not just having sex, but fucking me senseless. He held me tightly and drove his huge cock into me; I screamed and writhed under his monster, and he fucked me again and again. Our burning eyes said we both wanted to cum again. Suddenly, I felt the splash of semen inside me and had an orgasm so powerful that I blacked out.

I woke up in an armchair, cozily wrapped in a blanket. In short, guys, fulfill your dreams, especially if they're mutual. The end)