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그녀의 보지에서 초콜릿 냄새가 났다<br>늦은 시간이었다... 나는 파티에서 지하철을 타고 집으로 돌아갔다. 상트 페테르부르크 지하철의 노란 선. 나는 그것을 좋아하지 않는다. 에스컬레이터를 내려가면서 막차를 놓치지 않는 방법 만 생각하고있었습니다. 그리고 마지막 순간에 나는 닫히는 문에 부딪쳤습니다.... 휴. 해냈어요. 나는 서둘러 좌석에 앉았다. 제 맞은편에 한 소녀가 앉아있었습니다. 그녀의 검은 머리카락이 어깨 아래로,  [https://censor.net/ua/news/3283829/sprava_dpzku_novi_obshuky_cherez_spilnyka_vlasenka_tereschenka Bitch] 가슴 위로 내려갔습니다.... ... 왜 갑자기 그녀를보기 시작했는지 모르겠습니다. 키가... 5'10", 흰색 탱크톱, 짧은 데님 스커트 다리는 다리 위로 집어넣고 그녀는 거기 앉아서 휴대폰을 만지작거리고 있었는데 제가 그녀를 보는 것을 분명히 보지 못했습니다. 저는 약간 흥분한 상태였어요. 제가 꽤 많이 마신 술 때문이었을 거예요. 음 다리가 정말 길고 길고 매끈하네요 광고에 나오는 것처럼요 모델인가 봐요 아래에서 위로 올려다봤어요 그리고 가슴에서 멈췄죠 네, 그녀는 브래지어를 싫어하는 게 분명했어요 하지만 그녀의 가슴은 여유가 있었어요. 하얀 탱크톱에서 튀어나온 젖꼭지를 보면서 저는 흥분하기 시작했어요. 정말 아름다운 광경이었어요. 갑자기 이 검은 머리의 미녀가 무릎에서 다리를 떼고 똑바로 앉았습니다. 그녀의 다리는 저기 펼쳐져 있습니다. 저는 그녀를 점점 더 쳐다보기 시작했습니다. 그리고 제 예리한 눈은 그녀가 팬티도 입지 않았다는 것을 알았습니다. 그게 저를 미치게 하기 시작했어요. 그런데 저도 아무것도 안 입고 있었어요. 더웠어요 치마는 꽉 끼었지만... 적어도 느슨했습니다. 전 계속 그녀의 가랑이를 쳐다보며 통통한 입술을 깨물었어요. 그게 그녀가 저를 잡았어요. 어떻게 해야 할지 생각하기 시작했습니다. 부끄럽게 눈을 감거나... 하지만 그녀의 질문이 제 생각을 방해했어요. - 즐기고 있군요. - 네."저는 한숨을 쉬며 말했습니다. - 그럼 이것 좀 보세요. 그리고 갑자기 그녀는 무릎에서 웅장한 다리를 구부려 자신의 오른쪽 좌석에 올려 놓았습니다.... 얼마나 멋진 경치입니까! 매끄럽고 분홍색 입술이 나를 손짓했습니다. 그녀의 치골에는 털이 하나도 없었다. 그녀는 손을 가볍게 움직여 주름을 잡아당겨 클리토리스를 드러냈다..... 나는 숨을 멈췄다. 그녀는 긴 손가락을 그 위로 움직이기 시작했다. 천천히 그리고 아주 우아하게. 그런 다음 그녀는 그 손가락을 입에 넣고 혀를 핥고 질 안으로 조금씩 들어가면서 점점 더 낮게 애무하기 시작했습니다. 저는 어지러웠어요. 정신이 혼미해졌어요. 나는 가슴을 쓰다듬고 젖꼭지를 꽉 쥐기 시작했다. 나는 입술을 깨물며 그 광경을 즐겼다. 술과 욕망이 작동하기 시작했습니다. 그리고 나는 내 아름다움과 같은 자세를 취했습니다. 나는 지하 객차에서 낯선 사람 앞에서 나 자신을 애무하기 시작했습니다! 그것은 나를 미치게하기 시작했습니다. - "이리 와요." 그녀의 목소리가 제 귀에 천둥처럼 들렸습니다. 저는 자리에서 일어나 몇 걸음 걸었습니다. 그녀에게 다가가서 바닥에 무릎을 꿇고 쪼그려 앉았습니다. 제 얼굴이 그녀의 오줌과 수평이 되었습니다. 그녀는 손가락을 점점 더 세게 움직였습니다. 더 이상 참을 수 없어서 그녀의 손을 떼고 혀로 그녀의 음핵을 만졌어요. 그녀의 보지에서 초콜릿 냄새가 났어요. 이 얼마나 황홀한 냄새인가! 나는 잠시 현기증이 났지만 입술을 그녀의 젖꼭지에 더 세게 파고들었다. 그녀는 긴 한숨을 내쉬었다. 그녀는 분명히 내가 하는 것을 좋아했다. 나는 그녀의 보지에 혀를 대고 핥기 시작했다. 음. 너무 달콤해! 나는 오랫동안 여자를 애무하고 싶었습니다! 그리고 지금 일어나고있었습니다. 나는 그녀가 나에게서 곧 빼앗길 것처럼 탐욕스럽게 그녀를 애무했다. 내 음란 한 혀가 그녀의 질로 올라 가기 시작했습니다. 나는 손가락으로 그녀의 음핵을 애무했다. - "내 안으로 들어와요." 그녀가 요구했다. 나는 손가락을 핥으며 그녀의 커다란 녹색 눈을 들여다보고 처음에는 한 손가락으로,  [https://censor.net/ua/news/3283829/sprava_dpzku_novi_obshuky_cherez_spilnyka_vlasenka_tereschenka Хардкор] 그다음에는 다른 손가락으로 조용히 그녀에게 들어가기 시작했습니다. 나는 손가락을 점점 더 빠르게 움직여 그녀에게서 거의 완전히 빠져나왔다가 다시 힘차게 들어갔어요. 그녀는 조금 앞으로 움직여 다른 쪽 구멍을 제 얼굴에 노출시켰어요. 너무 작고 분홍색이어서 나는 즉시 혀로 애무하기 시작했습니다. 제 여자친구는 큰 소리로 신음했습니다. 우리는 이미 몇 정거장을 이동했고 다행히도 아무도 역에 들어가지 않았습니다. 누구에게도 부끄럽지 않았을 것 같지만 기분이 너무 좋았습니다. 나는 그녀의 구멍을 핥고 손가락으로 그녀의 보지를 두드리고 있었는데, [https://censor.net/ua/news/3283829/sprava_dpzku_novi_obshuky_cherez_spilnyka_vlasenka_tereschenka Anal] 그녀가 나를 핥아주기를 너무 간절히 원해서 손가락을 빼고 좌석에 무릎을 꿇고 혀로 내 가랑이에 닿을 수 있도록 손으로 그녀를 아래로 끌어내렸다. 나는 짧은 치마를 위로 올렸다. 그녀는 자신을 핥았다. 그녀는 양손으로 내 엉덩이를 잡고 나를 그녀에게 더 가까이 끌어 당겼습니다. 이 순간을 얼마나 기다려 왔는지! 그리고 여기이 아름다운 여성이 내 클리토리스에있었습니다! 나는 즉시 사정 할 것이라고 생각했습니다. 하지만 아니... 그녀는 나를 허락하지 않았어요! 아... 그녀가 어떻게 핥았는지! 그녀의 혀는 한 번에 모든 곳을 핥았어요!<br>그녀의 손가락이 내게 닿았고 그녀는 나를 열정적으로 두드리기 시작했다. 나는 비명을 참을 수 없었다... 너무 기분이 좋았어요. 내 분비물이 이미 다리 아래로 흘러 내리기 시작해야하는 것 같았습니다. 하지만 그녀는 마지막 한 방울까지 모두 핥았다. 나는왔다. 나는 너무 세게 비명을 질렀고 더 이상 감정을 참을 수 없었습니다. 우리는 서로 옆에 앉아서 서로를 쓰다듬고 옷 속으로 들어가 다리를 애무하기 시작했습니다. 그리고 거의 동시에 우리는 다시 보지를 쓰다듬기 시작했습니다. 얼마나 좋았는지... 우리는 키스했어요. 우리는 서로를 더 원했고 놓을 수 없었습니다. 그러나 모든 좋은 일은 끝이 있습니다. 우리는 마지막 정류장에 도착했습니다. 우리는 내려야했습니다. 손을 잡고 우리는 마차에서 내렸습니다. 에스컬레이터가 비어 있어서 작별 인사를 좀 더 하기로 했습니다. 나는 그녀의 다리를 벌리고 손가락으로 그녀의 보지를 두드리고 다른 손으로 그녀의 음핵을 애무하기 시작했다. 그녀는 점점 더 세게 신음하며 마침내 사정했습니다. 나는 젖은 손가락을 꺼내서 그녀가 핥게 했다. 그들은 초콜릿 냄새가 났지만 섹스 냄새가 더해졌습니다.... 지하철에서 우리는 열정적으로 키스하고 전화 번호를 교환하고 언젠가 우리 집에서 만나기로 동의했습니다. 하지만 그것은 또 다른 이야기입니다.
Fuck<br>At the meeting, the management put the whole of our advertising department on the backfoot and, with a small run, soundly kicked everyone on a two-week holiday - summer, hot, ventilation can't cope.... They didn't give me holidays, so I couldn't get anything five-star, my only hope was Crimea,  [https://censor.net/ua/news/3283829/sprava_dpzku_novi_obshuky_cherez_spilnyka_vlasenka_tereschenka Хардкор] and that was if Timur was ready to invest in me. When I asked him if he was ready, he smiled unkindly and said that he was already investing himself between my bunions every night, and the wet sheet under me was evidence of the effectiveness of the investment. - Aha, I have to sponsor you to spin your whore's arse in Simeiz in front of men on the beach; you should go to the bathhouse, my friend. Fucking jealous! And I almost never gave him a reason, except with Pashka, but Pashka had such a machine that it would be unforgivable not to seduce him - oh, my arse was still whimpering sweetly for a few days, even at work a couple of times, giving in to the memories, I ran away to jerk off in the toilet, including on my mobile phone secretly filmed video - my perfect arse accepting his perfect dick.... When he was about to cum, I thought he would blow me up from inside with his white fountain - inflate me with his cum like a frog is inflated through a straw.... So, the bathhouse. well, why not? My grandmother hasn't seen me for six years - Moscow knows how to twist things in such a way that I don't need to see my parents.... And in the village - this very bathhouse, steamy milk, testicles, hoo... but that's not what I'm talking about. - I'll go to Big Kukushki, then. My grandmother will be happy. - Then go. You won't be able to twist your arse there, except in front of the local drunkards or when a bear breaks you in the woods. Timur is actually cool, but like all swarthy men, jealous as a baboon. However, when every night you have a guaranteed anal orgasm, you can be patient, right? Let the countryside and backwoods - and I did a fashionable hairdo with shaved zigzags on my temples anyway - it is necessary to keep the brand of a stylish metropolitan doltus, and let everyone jerk off while I will be in tight jeans, slightly (not provocatively, but who can appreciate - will understand) wiggling my smooth arse to march from the railway station to my grandmother's house, past the club, past the village shop, past the boys in Chinese sports trousers.... Not much has changed, has it? Except that foreign cars have appeared somewhere (how do they drive on these bumps, pontsutniks?), and the grandmother has quite a bit more grey hair. "Andryusha, you've grown up, you should look for a good bride!" Eh, if she knew that in my back under my jeans - a bride-to-be, and how many wedding photos she has in a special album "Only for the chosen ones...". - You can't even find a good bathhouse in Moscow! And under the shower - what is washing, Andrew? Just to wash off the dirt, neither health nor joy! I asked Sashka to make the fire hotter for you on purpose; so what if it's Monday, my grandson is coming, you'll heat it up like a sweetheart, and broom him, broom him, broom him, to knock out all the city's rubbish, because he's forgotten his dear grandmother! Do you remember Sashka? Sashka was my third cousin, a white-haired, wiry son of the local tractor driver, Uncle Lyova. I remember, at the age of fourteen, he got me so drunk on liquor stolen from my father that the whole next day I couldn't vomit.... I wish I recognised him now, the bastard! I do. Though if I'd met him in town, in a different environment, I wouldn't have recognised him; maybe I'd have held his gaze for a few seconds: he was a handsome man, with a face as unscrupulous as I liked; not so handsome, but "something" - lips in a perpetual grin, sunburnt curls on his tanned forehead, not a jock, but so.... "of the hound breed," as one of my ex-fuckers used to say. - Well, hello, Dronchik! - Sanya put his arm around me, patting me on the back so that I could feel what a man he was, - It's been a long time, bro, you've become a city man, how do you say it, a hipstar? - Sanya laughed, his teeth were white, his fangs were crooked, one of them was a third broken off - a collective farm bull had hit him with a horn, - wow, what details suddenly came to mind, I never would have thought.... Smells of smoke, booze and surprisingly decent perfume. - Hi, Sanek. Are you the first guy in Kokushki now? Perfumed like a gentleman! - I say in his tone, feeling that instead of a childhood friend I begin to perceive him as an interesting, albeit simple man. - Well, the first is not the first, but girls sometimes invite me to visit, - Sanja chuckled, slapping my lower back for some reason,  [https://censor.net/ua/news/3283829/sprava_dpzku_novi_obshuky_cherez_spilnyka_vlasenka_tereschenka Секс] - but in our country, Dronchik, it's not hard to be a beau, if you don't drink too much and your hands don't grow out of your arse.<br>Kostet got poisoned by bad booze, Grey got two years in jail for fighting, so all the women are mine anyway, even if I had a dick as big as an acorn.... What about you? You're not thinking of getting married? Because Sergeevna has found you a bride, she's a nice girl, she's got great [https://censor.net/ua/news/3283829/sprava_dpzku_novi_obshuky_cherez_spilnyka_vlasenka_tereschenka tits], I gave her a squeeze once after a club... - Sanya was dreaming, - Anyway, if you think about it, I'll help you get to her. There in Moscow all the whores probably don't know what they want, and Lerka won't go out, except that I'll come in as a brother sometimes..." winked Sanya. - Sanya winked, clearly in a good mood. - You like to talk about women, - I looked into his shameless eyes, patting and groping in return. - And what to do here in the evenings, we don't have a lunapark, Dronchik! Let's go to the bathhouse, I've got everything in order there, and you can check out my creativity! The bathhouse stood a little apart, behind my grandmother's house, behind San's family's house; all of them had built it together once, so that on Saturdays the whole family could steam there. And I had a third of the village in Kokushki; I thought with a slight horror that I would have to go round everyone, and everywhere they would pour their unique (potato, beetroot, apple) moonshine into me and ask me what was going on with Putin and Kabaeva. Sanya was pacing, looking at me contentedly, and seemingly anticipating something. When I came closer to the bathhouse, I understood the reason for his smug mystery. The bathhouse had a porch, dahlias were planted in front of the porch, five metres of the path in front of the entrance were paved with smooth white stones, and - the most shocking thing - a board with crooked, unsuccessfully pretending to be beautiful letters was pinned above the door. "E-Banya." I fucked up a little. Sanya glowered, apparently mistaking my surprise for mute delight. - Come on, sneak in, it's the coolest thing inside," my brother pushed me under my arse. In the enlarged anteroom, apart from two neatly cleaned bunks, there was a table, on which - fuck Madrid! - two shabby laptops. Between them stood a cut glass with plastic daisies. Did he cut the flowers from the cemetery? - I thought. - I thought long and hard about what to call it, Dronchik. "Virtual Bath" - it turns out that it's not real, right? And what is it not real, if I'm so stoked that the girls will not sit for more than three minutes without a break? "Internet lounge with a steam room" is long. "E-bath" is short and to the point, like an e-mail. Sanya nodded at the corner under the ceiling, where a red light was blinking between bouquets of St John's wort and brooms, "And you probably thought that we were suckers here? No, brother, progress - you can't stop it! - Sanek," I asked, feeling my eyebrows rise to the top of my forehead and stick there, "who's coming here to chat? Matveyitch or Aunt Zina? - You think they're suckers! - Sanka sat down on the bench, pulling on his worn sneakers. - We have hunting here, don't you know? Every week hunters come here... They shoot so much that the boars only increase, but they like to have a good rest, with vodka. And in general, we need movement, otherwise you'll get mossy here... Let's drink to the meeting! The vodka was, of course, not just vodka, but infused vodka - rowanberries, sea buckthorn and some herbs I hadn't recognised. ....

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At the meeting, the management put the whole of our advertising department on the backfoot and, with a small run, soundly kicked everyone on a two-week holiday - summer, hot, ventilation can't cope.... They didn't give me holidays, so I couldn't get anything five-star, my only hope was Crimea, Хардкор and that was if Timur was ready to invest in me. When I asked him if he was ready, he smiled unkindly and said that he was already investing himself between my bunions every night, and the wet sheet under me was evidence of the effectiveness of the investment. - Aha, I have to sponsor you to spin your whore's arse in Simeiz in front of men on the beach; you should go to the bathhouse, my friend. Fucking jealous! And I almost never gave him a reason, except with Pashka, but Pashka had such a machine that it would be unforgivable not to seduce him - oh, my arse was still whimpering sweetly for a few days, even at work a couple of times, giving in to the memories, I ran away to jerk off in the toilet, including on my mobile phone secretly filmed video - my perfect arse accepting his perfect dick.... When he was about to cum, I thought he would blow me up from inside with his white fountain - inflate me with his cum like a frog is inflated through a straw.... So, the bathhouse. well, why not? My grandmother hasn't seen me for six years - Moscow knows how to twist things in such a way that I don't need to see my parents.... And in the village - this very bathhouse, steamy milk, testicles, hoo... but that's not what I'm talking about. - I'll go to Big Kukushki, then. My grandmother will be happy. - Then go. You won't be able to twist your arse there, except in front of the local drunkards or when a bear breaks you in the woods. Timur is actually cool, but like all swarthy men, jealous as a baboon. However, when every night you have a guaranteed anal orgasm, you can be patient, right? Let the countryside and backwoods - and I did a fashionable hairdo with shaved zigzags on my temples anyway - it is necessary to keep the brand of a stylish metropolitan doltus, and let everyone jerk off while I will be in tight jeans, slightly (not provocatively, but who can appreciate - will understand) wiggling my smooth arse to march from the railway station to my grandmother's house, past the club, past the village shop, past the boys in Chinese sports trousers.... Not much has changed, has it? Except that foreign cars have appeared somewhere (how do they drive on these bumps, pontsutniks?), and the grandmother has quite a bit more grey hair. "Andryusha, you've grown up, you should look for a good bride!" Eh, if she knew that in my back under my jeans - a bride-to-be, and how many wedding photos she has in a special album "Only for the chosen ones...". - You can't even find a good bathhouse in Moscow! And under the shower - what is washing, Andrew? Just to wash off the dirt, neither health nor joy! I asked Sashka to make the fire hotter for you on purpose; so what if it's Monday, my grandson is coming, you'll heat it up like a sweetheart, and broom him, broom him, broom him, to knock out all the city's rubbish, because he's forgotten his dear grandmother! Do you remember Sashka? Sashka was my third cousin, a white-haired, wiry son of the local tractor driver, Uncle Lyova. I remember, at the age of fourteen, he got me so drunk on liquor stolen from my father that the whole next day I couldn't vomit.... I wish I recognised him now, the bastard! I do. Though if I'd met him in town, in a different environment, I wouldn't have recognised him; maybe I'd have held his gaze for a few seconds: he was a handsome man, with a face as unscrupulous as I liked; not so handsome, but "something" - lips in a perpetual grin, sunburnt curls on his tanned forehead, not a jock, but so.... "of the hound breed," as one of my ex-fuckers used to say. - Well, hello, Dronchik! - Sanya put his arm around me, patting me on the back so that I could feel what a man he was, - It's been a long time, bro, you've become a city man, how do you say it, a hipstar? - Sanya laughed, his teeth were white, his fangs were crooked, one of them was a third broken off - a collective farm bull had hit him with a horn, - wow, what details suddenly came to mind, I never would have thought.... Smells of smoke, booze and surprisingly decent perfume. - Hi, Sanek. Are you the first guy in Kokushki now? Perfumed like a gentleman! - I say in his tone, feeling that instead of a childhood friend I begin to perceive him as an interesting, albeit simple man. - Well, the first is not the first, but girls sometimes invite me to visit, - Sanja chuckled, slapping my lower back for some reason, Секс - but in our country, Dronchik, it's not hard to be a beau, if you don't drink too much and your hands don't grow out of your arse.
Kostet got poisoned by bad booze, Grey got two years in jail for fighting, so all the women are mine anyway, even if I had a dick as big as an acorn.... What about you? You're not thinking of getting married? Because Sergeevna has found you a bride, she's a nice girl, she's got great tits, I gave her a squeeze once after a club... - Sanya was dreaming, - Anyway, if you think about it, I'll help you get to her. There in Moscow all the whores probably don't know what they want, and Lerka won't go out, except that I'll come in as a brother sometimes..." winked Sanya. - Sanya winked, clearly in a good mood. - You like to talk about women, - I looked into his shameless eyes, patting and groping in return. - And what to do here in the evenings, we don't have a lunapark, Dronchik! Let's go to the bathhouse, I've got everything in order there, and you can check out my creativity! The bathhouse stood a little apart, behind my grandmother's house, behind San's family's house; all of them had built it together once, so that on Saturdays the whole family could steam there. And I had a third of the village in Kokushki; I thought with a slight horror that I would have to go round everyone, and everywhere they would pour their unique (potato, beetroot, apple) moonshine into me and ask me what was going on with Putin and Kabaeva. Sanya was pacing, looking at me contentedly, and seemingly anticipating something. When I came closer to the bathhouse, I understood the reason for his smug mystery. The bathhouse had a porch, dahlias were planted in front of the porch, five metres of the path in front of the entrance were paved with smooth white stones, and - the most shocking thing - a board with crooked, unsuccessfully pretending to be beautiful letters was pinned above the door. "E-Banya." I fucked up a little. Sanya glowered, apparently mistaking my surprise for mute delight. - Come on, sneak in, it's the coolest thing inside," my brother pushed me under my arse. In the enlarged anteroom, apart from two neatly cleaned bunks, there was a table, on which - fuck Madrid! - two shabby laptops. Between them stood a cut glass with plastic daisies. Did he cut the flowers from the cemetery? - I thought. - I thought long and hard about what to call it, Dronchik. "Virtual Bath" - it turns out that it's not real, right? And what is it not real, if I'm so stoked that the girls will not sit for more than three minutes without a break? "Internet lounge with a steam room" is long. "E-bath" is short and to the point, like an e-mail. Sanya nodded at the corner under the ceiling, where a red light was blinking between bouquets of St John's wort and brooms, "And you probably thought that we were suckers here? No, brother, progress - you can't stop it! - Sanek," I asked, feeling my eyebrows rise to the top of my forehead and stick there, "who's coming here to chat? Matveyitch or Aunt Zina? - You think they're suckers! - Sanka sat down on the bench, pulling on his worn sneakers. - We have hunting here, don't you know? Every week hunters come here... They shoot so much that the boars only increase, but they like to have a good rest, with vodka. And in general, we need movement, otherwise you'll get mossy here... Let's drink to the meeting! The vodka was, of course, not just vodka, but infused vodka - rowanberries, sea buckthorn and some herbs I hadn't recognised. ....