

While he was fucking her she was thinking… -Why am I doing here in his bed? Dick entered the vagina and each movement ended with a delicious slap. - He did Cum… Finally … She moaned a couple of times and waited for the man's body pull away. In the shower, warm jets of water drained over tits . Wrapped skin with gentle touch. All worries are gone. Run hand over her stomach, slipped between legs, and suddenly there was a feeling that he was here again. Her ex. Such native. Such a favorite. Leaning back on the cold tiles, and directing the shower to the clitoris, head was filled with memories . Kisses. Drops like his lips. She pushed harder. A hot wave swept through every cell . Tears welled up from eyes. It was a strange orgasm. Like farewell sex, which they never had. Coming out of the shower, Monica looked into the mirror. Beautiful and youngg girl. Pink cheeks and a cute, tear-stained nose. Well, that's it, this is really the end. He came to the door. - You soon? I need a shower too. While he was bathing, she run away. Didn’t say a word. She never answered his messages anymore and she also never remembered about “him” since then ... Sometimes it really isn't about you. It's just life...