Bunnyteen - Son in the spring night

Bunnyteen. Son in the spring night.

I sometimes think that I am a woman. Very beautiful. I am going there on the streets all look at me. Somewhere far pronounces oysters and blowing crayfish, stretches before me beautiful forest ... I visit it, go on it ... All very nice ... Birds sing and nice shit me on the head. I go ... go ... go ... Suddenly! Hut! Net ... not on chicken legs, but with a big chest and legs as hippo! I come to it. I opened the door and podnimayus on thin ladder, omitted in the door. Rising in izbu I start inspected: broom on the wall, window sill at the palm, bed, stove ... I go slowly and flooring sprockets suspicion me gently and prolonged, as if calling to stop and not to go further ... I suddenly naletaet unimaginable sadness, grief, melancholy ... Depression envelops me with his head bathed in a drowsy fog ... As always at this place!

Stop! Before beginning to reach me what I missed! Bed! Bed!

It sits man: man-handsome, he prislonilsya to the wall in such on the pillow and looking closely at me. He totally naked, covered only member of his blanket ... I can not stand it feel a look at the (again, as always at this location), and slowly start to undress. First I deduct their shirts - white topic which concealed my beautiful breasts ... I start slowly approached him and feel like a wave excitation prokatyvaet in my body ... the first wave ... On watching me and blanket to his members is slowly climbing ... Time stops. I think that it stops, giving us a chance to do everything beautifully and patiently ... I put shirts on the floor ... He did not sever his view of me ... Then I quit the skirt ... gracefully and slowly, ever closer and closer to my approaching an unknown object of desire ...

Bec skirt on the floor and I remain in white tulle - beautiful panties bought me for the crazy money (when? I do not remember this ...), he looks at me as bedeviled. I sing their steps already at a distance meter on his podragivayuschego member ... And then he does not stand! He jumps from the bed. The quilt cole with its members ... one movement, it is causing the panties me ... I! I see his face with ourselves, I see him sticking nipples, see the amazement on his face, I see it as falling from me ... and ... I see a member who is slowly swinging just below my belly ... horror ... fear ... despair ... failure ... Emptiness.