Getting down the subway as if I were going down and in my instincts.
I felt crappy.
I needed … something special and reviving.
Sex always saved me from such emotional states, at least because I forgot everything else.
I got into the full train and leaned straight into that circular space without seats. People stood against me, and I closed my eyes and wanted to be elsewhere in a different state.
I do not know how long I stood, but when I opened my eyes a bit, I saw a man opposite me who was staring at me, with hunger and daring. I did not worry, on the contrary – I looked straight into his eyes – black and glittering. He had a black beard, well-formed; his dark and curly hair reached the shoulders . It definitely attracted me and I smiled at him. He did not respond to my smile, but took a step forward … apparently hypnotizing me because everything around me melted and I felt only him. He unbuttoned my jacket, slid my hands on my back, and it pounded me so hot, that I moaned and drew him even more to myself. I felt his beard gently scratching me – first on one cheek, then on the other, passed through the lips, until our tongues danced in a weird, humid, slow, ethereal rhythm.
The dark stranger pressed against me – his body, leaning against mine, his movements, stirred me so hard that I grabbed his belt to unlock it, but he pulled my hands and even harder pressed me as the rubbing of the bodies gave us strong vibrations in me, my skin bristled, and butterflies in my stomach broke violently in all directions … He lifted me up, clapped my thighs and opened them, his hands savaging me and clutching my ass, his lips kissing my neck. It was as if I was pouring energy – I was open and demanding, perhaps like a hungry flower with dry soil. At the same time, I was myself in the full sense of the word, I swam in my own waters.
He lifted my blouse, felt his warm lips on my right grain – he made it hard and swollen – I almost cried when he bit him, and the bastard did the same with his left … my pants were already very wet …
My hands were on his hair, I adore men with long hair, which provoked me to squeeze, bury my hands and pluck it, trembling with passion …
This magically dark man crashed me with excitement, and when he pulled my panties and put his cock in me, my moans hovered in the space, I claw my nails in his neck and bit his tongue, which fast and roughly tangled in mine. Then he grabbed my neck gently squeezed it … he stared at me in the eye without blinking and squeezed me strong. I could hear how I growled and barely breathed, and his strong dick opened me up, dashed to my bottom, pressed inside deep, pulled out, and pierced me until I shook it all up and did not fly in my timelessness that molded me different ways. I trembled and gently suffocated, he waved a hand from my neck, but kept rumbling hard, rhythmically … my hands gripped his great hair and my pussy was experiencing her paradise … I closed my eyes, drowning in the ripples of my orgasm, my heart it struck me loudly, my whole inside shivered in a very special way …
I opened my eyes.
I was traveling in the subway.
There was nobody around me.
I was breathing hard and recovering.
I felt a sweet tingling between my thighs, my vibrations weak and faint, my consciousness resumed – like a snake trying to bite her tail …
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