“Maybe you can help?”

- Get on your knees for you? he chuckled, hinting that this was the most correct option in my case, and my trembling legs did not mind at all.

“Well, pull yourself together and do what you have to,” I ordered myself and got up from the couch, straightening my dress as I went, which did not make sense.

On the one hand, embarrassment boiled somewhere in the stomach, but the mind stubbornly repeated that the stomach should die out and not interfere. Do you have to start somewhere? And why shouldn't this gentleman be my experiment? The main thing is not to think, the main thing is not to think ...

My body, thanks to him for that, kept moving as I chaotically sorted through my poor, pitiful little thoughts in my dark-haired head, and, only slamming to my knees in front of a relaxed man, I gasped, landing painfully on the floor.

“The graces are in you like in a bag of potatoes,” he chuckled. - Practice and train again.

The hint was clearly understood, especially the already swollen pants in the groin area spoke about this, pulling the fabric with such a not frail economy.

She swallowed her saliva, imagining for a second how this could fit inside me.

“Don’t be shy, girl,” that condescending tone again.

I pursed my lips.

“Well, let me be a virgin: after all, once they were! Now I'll show him!" - and with this thought, I grabbed the protruding bump, squeezing the hot flesh with my fingers.

The man only sucked in air through pursed lips and exhaled slowly, without saying anything, only twitching the corner of his lips, as if he liked it.

So I'm on the right track!

Have you ever seen a dick?

A blush scorched my cheeks, but I honestly shook my head, confessing that this was the first time for me, honoring me with rolled eyes in response.

“We don’t have much time, so a special crash course program. - With a wide palm, he unhooked my fingers from his groin and deftly pulled the household out, demonstrating that there was no linen on it, and nothing more separates me and his body.

Large, with a wide head, he seemed to me a weapon than something that could give pleasure, as some representatives of the weaker sex assured. Fat, he could hardly fit in my hand, but the man was not embarrassed, and in a businesslike manner, opening my palm, he put his penis into it and pulled it up and down, closing his eyes blissfully.

- Come on yourself.

Looking up and down at him, I slowly moved my hand, examining the organ in front of my face, feeling large protruding veins and velvety skin under my fingers.

"Take it in your mouth," he hissed.

— What-o-o?

- In the mouth. Lick, and then in the mouth. Like a lollipop,” he explained, exhausted with impatience.

Should I tell him that I never ate lollipops, or should I not? After all, I know roughly how it's done. Need to try.

She leaned her face down and sniffed. It smelled surprisingly good. The doctor, it is immediately felt, sterile to the creak. She stuck out her tongue and licked the tip, feeling the astringency of a viscous drop that came out of a small hole.

- More.

Well, still so. Like I have a way out.

She licked more, catching the base of the head with the tip, hearing the man hiss again, clenching his fist.

“Wrap your tongue around, like this.” Yeah. Open your mouth wide.

Obediently doing everything he said, I, carried away by the learning process, did not immediately notice how the male five burrowed into my hair, not weakly pulling the strands over my fist.

The wide head pushed inward, immediately filling the entire space in my mouth, forcing me to open my eyes in surprise and hum, but this did not have a reaction. The head began to move faster and faster, slightly brushing the teeth and shuffling over the tongue, tickling the palate. Deeper and deeper.

- Wider mouth, do not forget to work with your tongue, - the man said through a guttural growl, moving my head due to the hair wound around his arm. - Relax your throat.

How to relax him?

While I was thinking, I realized that getting air into my lungs was becoming more and more difficult, and the decision to go to a brothel no longer seemed so tempting. And the member in the mouth, meanwhile, pushed deeper and deeper, taking up all the free space.

As luck would have it, the man got up, changing the angle of inclination, and grabbed my nose, clamping my nostrils, and slowly pressed his cock into my mouth, freezing and forcing me to convulsively knock on my legs with fists.

“I’m still affectionate with you, girl,” he breathed hoarsely and looked down, letting go of his hair and letting in a sip of air. Drooling flowed down his chin, his cheeks were flushed and burned with fire, but the bearded man only seemed to turn on, judging by the lust flashing in his eyes.

He took his cock in his palm and, moving it to my face, ran his head over my lips, smearing saliva.

- More passion. I don't believe you one ounce. And lightly pushed forward.

For a second, the face of Eliza rose before my eyes, which a type unknown to me just as confidently pokes a member in the face.

Not! This cannot be allowed!

Opening my lips, I confidently pulled the velvet head into my mouth, circling it with my tongue, and pressed my nose to the male groin, not feeling the same pressure on the walls of the throat.

This is only the first one, and there will be hundreds more, and the contented groan above my head confirmed this.