The passion in the restaurant ....

She was sitting in the far corner of the luxurious halls of the restaurant. Schedule a meeting was familiar and, at the same time today, it was of a very different character. Yes, it was ... it was necessary to set the record straight, to find out once and for all ... Mila nervously twisted in the hands of a teaspoon ... looked at her watch ... "It is late, but as always it was ..."
Looking down at the entrance ... "I Came ..." and suddenly she felt a wave of excitement throughout the body ... it's memories came flooding ..
Dima was good ... a tall, athletic, broad face, one might say brutal, under the black brows staring brown eyes ... "My God ... .These eyes ... never could resist them, but today we must stand still ..."
He walked over and sat down across from noticing just how lovely looks good in this dark pink dress with open neckline ... black flowing hair that fell large curls over her shoulders, emphasized her snow-white skin, almost like porcelain ... a minimum of makeup ... just a little mascara on long eyelashes, brown eyes, "Yes! She was always charming in its minimalism "..
- Hello, Mila - his voice was calm, confident ...
- Hello Dima- ... quiet the answer ..- something to drink?
- No, you do not want anything -l¸gkaya smile rested on his lips ..
Silence ... .vzglyady fixed on each other, and suddenly Mila drops the spoon ...
- I raise! - Dima rushed down under the table ... ... and seeing luxurious legs Mila captured his memories ...
It was from them more than once, but a long time ago ... when they were happy and nothing clouded their love, they love to fall into extreme situations and this leads them both ... "I want it now ... in a minute, and to hell with all those asking ... it will be then, and now .... "this thought flashed through his head and he suddenly stretched out his hands forward ... to her legs, to her velvet skin ... caressing fingers on his knees all the above ... on the inside of the thighs, all the more insistent ... slightly wider than pushing it legs ....
Mila just started .. "Lord, what he is doing ??? Cried ?? To push ?? "eyes ran down the hall ..." It seems no one notices anything, all visitors are passionate about, "and at that moment she realized that, out of habit, not dressed underwear .. his caresses were always so wild ... insatiable ... and now she I could not give up this feeling as the body responds to him treacherously moisturize ... like papillae immediately tightened to a light pain ....
Dima's fingers moved swiftly up her thighs, lifting her dress above all ... he knew, or rather he hoped that Milan will be without panties is always asked her about it .... hot lips, he fell down at her shaven lobochku ... gentle tongue began to flit through fragrant flower, spreading soft sponge and rushing through the crack, where it waited for the sweet juice ... he lapped her like an animal drinking water, the rapid movements of the tongue, rushing from the bosom to klitorochku ... playing with him, circling around, sucking lips and a little biting teeth ... then back down, pulling up to the stars. Turning to her, he gently pressed his tongue and massaged, blowing salivating ...
Mila could not hold back ... you can not scream, moan ... can not only supple movement thighs ... to meet his caresses. Eyes closed from such bliss ... body burned from exhaustion and passion all rolled stronger ... and suddenly ... a moment looking up, Mila saw that in front of their table sat a man, he was fascinated watching them ... it was obvious that his hand at the bottom takes action ... "Ohhh ... .on all this shame and how vidit..kak starts !!! ..." now she knew exactly where to look ... only this stranger, who clearly had the pleasure of going on ...
Dima tongue more and more violently caressed wet cunt ... a circular motion from the ringlet up ... stopping lips on the bead, sucking it ... and then he could not resist ... powerfully introduced two fingers in her warm bosom, she was ready to take it all ... ran his hand in her mouth ... ... .on the nectar collected tongue, drank it, and plunges his fingers deeper ... .razvodya their scissors and scraping along the wall. Klitorok drowning in his plump lips, fingers still glided quickly in hot, sloshing kiske..pronzaya her ... pulling up gentle ... utricle effect increases faster ... everything ... with a brutal passion ... .rezche ...
"Oh my God!" Mila writhing on the tongue, twisting her hips ever stronger ... ¸rzaya on a chair almost itself is placed on the fingers. She kept her eyes clouded with a stranger, seeing his hand still move quickly under the table ...
"Ooh Yeah !! ... .Esch¸ !!! .... I have gone mad !!! ...." Writhing on Dima's lips, she felt that no longer able to hold back ... moving his hips even more strongly towards him suddenly cried ..
---Oh! -
And silent ... flying off somewhere far away ... in the enjoyment of the country ... ... .blazhenstva.
Slightly moving away from the incident, Mila noticed the stranger's hand wiping cloth ... his eyes shone and shyly smiling, he made a welcome nod in her direction ...
Returning to the place, Dima translated breath and said quietly:
- Mila, let's start all over again ..-

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