Oh, if I had known that it would all end like this, I would never have agreed to Andrey’s proposal, go to his house, try a new whiskey and Coke, and cook him dinner. Dano’s wife had gone on vacation, and for more than two weeks now, the man had been at home by himself, surfing the Internet until midnight.
โ Hi, Ksyusha, what are you doing there, don’t you miss it?
โ Hi, Andrew, everything is fine. I’ve just started cleaning, and then I’ll do the laundry. And how are you? How is he resting, or has he already started taking girls to be entertained? Admit it.
“Don’t kid me. It’s really sickening, but I’m holding on. Why don’t you come over to my place? I’ve been without a hot drink for over a week now. I don’t know how to make soup, but my friends don’t want to come.
โ Yes, no problem, I’ll finish it now and come. Open the wine.
โ I have whiskey, with a Coke, it’s better. Come on, I’m waiting for you!
After a quick shower, not forgetting to shave my legs, I put on old jeans, a T-shirt, sneakers, and called a taxi to his house. A radiant smile, and happiness was playing in his eyes when I entered the hallway. We kissed. Only it was far from a friendly kiss on the cheek, but right on the lips, and even on the hickeys, which made me speechless. He led me into the living room, and I sat down in my favorite spot in his house, staring at a two-liter bottle of whiskey and an iced Coke. Not imagining how I could drink it all, I tried to distract myself by asking Andrey how he was behaving here, teasing about prostitutes. But no, the man seemed steadfast to me, although after hints of sex, his boyfriend got up 100% and began to put pressure on the bottom of his pants. His fly bulged, and he covered it with his hand and quickly went into the bathroom. I don’t know what he was doing there, probably jerking off, since he was there for so long, and during that time I managed to pour myself a whiskey, add ice and Coke, and try what happened. To be honest, maybe I didn’t calculate the proportions, but there was no alcohol at all. I drank a coke with ice, as if without anything, and imbued with its taste, I began to fly in the clouds, and fix my gaze on one point.
โ Ksyusha, if you don’t help me now, I will rape you myself.
Andrey was standing at the door, out of breath, sweat running down his forehead, his shirt was half unbuttoned, his pants were down, and the same combustible beast was apparently boiling in his underpants. I put down my glass, stood up, and immediately fell down. My legs couldn’t support me, the whiskey hit my head, and I crawled to him in my arms. Kneeling down, she took a dick in her mouth, pulling off the elastic band of her panties, and began to pull it into herself, and Andrey, putting one hand on the back of his head, panted loudly, and pressing me to the balls, began to push the sperm down my throat.
โOh, that went well. Damn, it hurts now. Mmm, good job. Come with me.
Andrey took me to the bathroom, where I rinsed my mouth, and after I took off my clothes, we licked greedily until he got hard again. Throwing me on the washing machine, he put his wife’s makeup aside, and he came up, took me by the legs, and began to fuck, pressing closer, pushing his cock deeper, from which I stuck my fingers to my clitoris, and with trembling legs I finished, pulling him to me, holding his back. Relief, lots of cum on my stomach. That’s what Andrew is all about.