My romantic is a fugitive foreigner – xxx 365

Purely by chance, I managed to meet a good man. He didn’t speak our language very well. But he was so handsome and gallant that I accepted his advances, despite the fact that my friends got mad at me and began to bombard me with questions. And he kept showering me with flowers. In the mornings, I had to clear my workplace of a pile of roses. He also gave me gifts in the form of certificates for clothes. Now can you imagine how the girls poured boiling water when they found out about the certificates? They were going crazy, and they did everything to fight him off. But even though I didn’t reciprocate his restaurant invitations after quitting my job, he only saw me as a beautiful, sexy woman.

The story we have with him turned out to be short, and not even fabulous. And every day when I came to work, I thought about him, I thought that I would like to rape him. His gaze was alluring, burning, attractive. I undressed him every minute of our conversation. But he still wouldn’t respond, not even to my wink. I felt like I was slowly losing my mind. When he called me on the office phone, I was running purely physically, dreaming of getting him. And the girls cursed, they didn’t want us to succeed.
Days, weeks, no, a year has not passed yet. And then we got to go on a business trip to Baku together. How many plans, how many fantasies, how many condoms I took with me. It’s probably just getting sore, and the heat is below.
We arrived at the hotel. He had a private room booked, which was a shame, I was alone again. The night was so long that I drank everything in the mini bar. 6 or 7 checkouts of something incomprehensible, some kind of burning liquidโ€ฆ

  • Hello, come to me, I’m bored, I called his room, seeking an answer.

But the man remained silent, and later hung up. I drank even more, washed down the same stuff from another bottle, and took out what was hidden in a woman’s purse for a rainy day. And suddenly, I wanted to eat. I went to the door, hiccupped, and saw him standing there. He stood in front of me in only a towel, drops of water dripped from his tanned torso, and his black hair stuck out in a crew cut, which turned me on even more.

“Take me.”โ€ฆ I just fell into his arms, breathing alcohol.

He took off my robe and asked me to change into a swimsuit. And then, taking me in his arms, the man carried me to the pool. He gently put me in the water, jumping up to me. Leaning me against the side, he spread my legs, kissed me and immediately entered my hole. That was something, I’ve never been fucked in the water before. My body was relaxed and given to him. And he showered me with passionate kisses, touching all erogenous zones โ€“ neck, nipples, ears, shoulders. I was thrilled. We swam and had sex. He entered both the anus and the pussy, but so gently that I liked it even more than in bed.After the water, he put me on a towel, and fucked me, putting my legs on his shoulders, occasionally kissing my fingers. Then, he was already able to pick up a good pace, and enter me hardcore deep. We came almost at the same time. His cum was spreading over my mouth, my breasts, and a whisper of love was coming from his mouth.