xxx: I was 17 years old and studied at a welding school. Practice in the factory in the summer. I liked a girl from a group of chefs/confettiers. I call her Natasha. Periodically on the changes we communicated and in the middle of the third course she somehow started to show too much activity. I went to the cinema, coffee and just went for a walk. We began to communicate very closely. Summer is coming and with it the end of school. Diplomas are received, the light of anticipation of the beginning of adult life burns in the eyes. The relationship began to develop quite rapidly. Dates on the roof, movies, hugs and kisses. September is coming and with it my birthday. Natasha slowly tells me what she will finally give me. I, almost eighteen-year-old sperm toxic, is just overwhelmed with joy and fear of further sex. I was a virgin at the time. Day X. I wake up from the phone call of my girlfriend. I grab the Benq button and listen to congratulations. Natasha tells me to come to her, where a desired gift awaits me. Forty minutes in the road seemed like an eternity, but here I am. Washed, filled and beautiful. She at that moment seemed to be just an unbelievable beauty angel in a short shirt, descending from heaven to deprive her of her virginity. My parents are not there, so I go to her room. I tremble, my heart beats, my head turns. Natasha asks me to lie down on a carelessly filled bed, which I do. She is in a wild slum, envious of Max Payne himself, slowly approaching and falling on me even more slowly. Incredible fire of the chest. The most gentle, like cat’s legs, touches and kisses begin. She whispered to my ear with a soft and almost whispering mosquito voice, so that I would not thumb and use at least my hand to her in the trousers. The indicator understood. I slowly move my hand from her chest to her excellent elastic ass. Both of my heads just explode. I pull my trousers off and gently try to touch the hole with my finger. does not come out. I feel like my head will explode now and I wake up suddenly. I’m at home, a blanket in sperm, I’m in sperm, cowards in sperm. Natasha is not.



YYY: I sit and read your comment. I’m at home, I’m in the sperm, I’m in the sperm, I’m a coward in the sperm. And yes, Natasha is not.