Projectvoyeur. Armpits.

There is nothing more beautiful than besstydnee and female unshaven armpit. Shedding absolutely indescribable aroma most notably, it excites me. I have never been interested in women with smooth and pleasant smelling armpits, they did not understand that worked on himself. These women consume host more than half its appeal of the animal. I thought shaving armpits just as stupid pussy shave or dye hair. Met eyes with a pleasant woman and noticing it to the interest, I still have not lit, not to feel the burning between his feet. Only when the catch, I accidentally saw hairs speakers from the hot darkness, I literally vzmokal armpits in shorts. Sequence of a friend, I remember precisely podmyshkam. One, her name was Irina, there was stormy black vegetation, which, after all fucked vzmokala like after rain and the aroma of a young istochala kobylitsy. Another, Julia, then this is very embarrassed. Holding hands pushed to the body, and vizzhala when I was their long noses, penetrated there. Only these were my memories of them.

Some did not understand my passion. When I asked not shave the hair there, not to take a shower before or after fucked, not to use deodorant, and left many surprised. But some, anyway, I just fountains pleasure.

Olga never laugh about it. It belonged to my sympathy with the passions. When she came to me, it seemed that the night before she razgruzhala cars, she knew that this institute me to the limit. Olechka was in the hall (she was dressed in shorts and T-shirt), with the sweat circles over armpits. I would not be able to cope a learned it directly on the floor. Olya withstand anything not withstand many others, without the Holocaust and then moved excellence, as I licked and kissed her armpits.

She did not think, like others, that I initiate any hair on other parts of the body. I remember one, which stopped shaving legs, and another showed me volosnyu in assholes, with them, I had to part ways.

Olya went from me for a husband, I could not marry her - an armpit, even ideal as it does not satisfy me.

More often, and often I had to use whore because they strictly fulfilled my fantasy. Strange that so many women are not outraged at the proposal vyebat their asses how they outraged my request podrochitsya their armpits.

Last time I use the services of prostitutes Suzanne, her 33 years, it is enough, but has absolutely umopomrachitelnuyu armpits, red hair thicket.

I lie down on his back, but at that time it compresses zalupu my armpit. I dvigayu assholes in every hand, she massages me armpit, and the joy, I konchayu ... I have no more pleasant spectacle than wet, smelling of derelict armpit hair slipshimisya of sperm.

Heaven666. The long-awaited happiness.

Well, and I await. Finally it! You have a strong and courageous! You have a beautiful and skinny body and face. Beautiful views of women undergoing directed at you, but to me all of them are Envious. "As such, this bitch lost Stallion" - think they sverlya me evil and envious eyes. But this only leads me. They are not able to assess what it means to be a woman.

Now, everything is now. I have long been for this. I have long waited for this. Grey summer night descended on the sleepy town. The small cozy Nyala took us hot breath of the day, locked concrete walls. The light - no, why? You fit to me. Light covers dress rustle embraces darkness of night, filled with tense and run out of breath, leaping from the bodies, hearts. Tense muscles of the body and the game in a dance of passion. I am happy and I pyaneyu slowly. I can afford it now. I can.

I leave you one thing - I go in the bathroom. No, with me nezachem. Not speshi. Today my night, and it will be long. Water wreaks coolness of the body, making advances breast nipples hard. My body is perfect. It almost has not changed in the past six years, but now it is in harmony with nature sotvorivshey me.

Harmony. In anticipation of what I was all his life, I remember smeshki and resentment. School. They laugh. I - girl. Without girlfriends, and friends. Boys do not recognize me, but I have someone else's for girls. He alone. A young teacher-fizruk, vtaschivshy me in a locker. He ripping me with clothes. roughly, very roughly deployed and entered me in all his. Painful. Then, it was then I realized that I - a woman.

Institute. There, everything was different. I went to attend obtyagivayuschih dress, only logs in bra cups sivogo wool - past, but the missing bar. No care for young studentikov pretty girl remained only light flirting, playing.

Now. Not speshi. I smazyvayu my "manly" soft and fragrant cream. I adjourn water and soft towel neck, I go to a dark room. Turning the system off the light in a small corridor, I go to in the rays svyatyaschegosya TV screen. The latter program is not working probably two hours ago. What did he do you? You want to look at me. I am here, see. I admire you? My legs, my chest. Yes I slender figure. Now, I just put a towel. Twohy hand caresses my back, rubbing not vytertye drops. Heat hands withdrawn from the bottom of my stomach, causing the animal desire to pull you all the burning body.

More recently you would Czar me, but now. Yes you are now my, you laskaesh me, and feel the touch of your busy members to the silky skin of my thigh. Your kiss pyanyat, not only you can not contain the waterfall passion, this storm looming merger.

Soski, their language you zastavlyaesh these brusnichnye coated nerves Excel in my mind the feeling of happiness and delight. Yes, I wish. I want you. You can be all today. Neither a terrible, it is not all right, I rarely just go wet "there". No problem, I will take only a little cream.

Yes, well. The slow movement of your body are replaced by a swirl of thy passions. I almost did not feel or anything "there, but you did not notice that, I podygrayu, it is important for me to a different - and the woman I now you are with me, there is no - you are in me. NOW I NASTOYASCHAYA WOMAN, almost.

Period. Yet, three years ago, before the operation, I could only dream about this. Before the operation. Last phrase, mixed with the smell of hospitals, surgeons usmeshkami, bitterness and pain pills injections.

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.