Walking in Paris, or having sex with Anna Semenovich

Strolling through the streets of Paris, I went into every store, which gets in my way. In this magnificent city, in the French capital, I was the first time, so I would like, as long as possible to be on the air, it seemed, he was here imbued with beauty and filled with flavors of love, and maybe me just strongly influenced spring and if I were in any other city, sensations and emotions would have been similar. After wandering around the city before dark, I'm so tired that I just would collapse to the ground. Catching a taxi and gave the address, I went to the hotel.
Entering the room, I hastily took a shower and went to bed. As soon as the head touched the pillow, sleep paralyzed my body, and spirit.
Someone broke into my sleep, shakes my shoulder. More is not quite aware of what was going on, I opened my eyes. A girl sitting on the bed and something, laughing, told me. I did not listen to her monologue, as the accumulated fluid out begged me. I After washing the visitor came to an unexpected and could not believe my eyes. Anna Semenovich. But what she was doing in my room? According to the girl could see that she was not quite sober. I, of course, asked, how can I help, what has caused a burst of laughter from Anne.
- And you did not say? - She asked, otsmeyavshis. I have not found an answer, and spread his hands to the sides.
- You are my gift - she told me at the scene of manners of cheap serials and arose, and said it will go into the bathroom and will lead themselves in order, and this time I should be prepared. Deciding to remain silent as long as I lay waiting on the bed. Anna came out of the bathroom completely naked and defiantly stood near the foot of the bed. Feline movements she slowly began to crawl through the sheets and stood between my legs. Fingernail of his right hand, she slowly ran down the center of the chest, and when he reached the panty elastic, picked up and pulled her down, freeing me from the only tissue in the body.
Leaned over, she began to pursue me with her breasts over my body, slowly, barely touching the nipples, stopping traffic on my face, she allowed me to taste her famous chest. I clung to her child eagerly, gently, afraid to miss the chest at least for a moment, covering it with a thin layer of moisture, not believing what is happening to me. Anna also went down to stay on my nipples, giving them over the long kiss. Going down to the excited to the limit of the body, she squeezed it between his two beautiful "grapefruit", then grabbed it with his cold hands. A moment later, the head of my sword was in her mouth. After a few circular motions her head, she swallowed an inflated blood body almost entirely. Picking up the baton at the bottom, with his fingertips, she has done a few of these movements, and raised her head. Riding my horse, Anya pushes her hips, uttering at the same time enjoying the sound of the beat. The hands I squeezed her breasts, then took her by the waist, helping her hands. Her moans gradually move to cry, his head tossed from side to side, and his hands, bent at the elbows, were launched into the hair. The nipples on the chest girl swelled as spring buds ready to burst, feeling the summer. I was preparing to blow off steam and began to help the girl pelvic movements from below. Rank ran between us, and we have discharged its cage at the same time. Anna dropped me exhausted.
As time passed the sweet hangover, and we lay on the bed looking at the ceiling, I decided to find out, after which descended on me this unexpected surprise. And she told me that's a story.
This morning she met with her friends, and sitting at a table in a cafe, complained that have not had an orgasm, and indeed a man. Friends have promised to help the girl and promised a nice surprise. After a night visiting the club they told Anna that she was heading straight to the room 312, and there it will be waiting for a first-class male. So it happened that she was in my room. The girl stood up and asked me what's the catch, I did not warned. I told her it was okay, and she began to dress. Opening the front door, Anya began to take leave and say that everything was just fine. I waved her fingers palm and asked to look at the door. There was room 213, everything speaks for itself. As they say, a matter of chance!

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