Meeting in St. Petersburg

[Veronica]

Ded and I have known each other for a long time. How to say familiar? We met on a website.
Man with a capital letter. Always flowers, congratulations when necessary and not necessary. An outlet in my dull life. Just Gray-scarlet sails, the ghost of a happy life and love, love, love. Well, sex, of course.
We were corresponding somehow, someone was going to meet a girl over 30 in St. Petersburg.
Stuck, why is it worse from the region?
I talked to Ded.Who, how It’s not he who should meet me at the station in St. Petersburg. It’s my first time there. And I feel like he is a reliable person. You can trust me with my things and my virginity. I’m joking, of course, but I’m on my nerves.
I’m only a little over 40. Everyone knows Nick, I won’t lie about my age. But - constant fitness, jogging, yes, what am I saying, women know how to maintain at least a little youth.
I’m not lying - I looked in the mirror - a slender figure, a narrow waist of a nulliparous woman. Almost erect breasts, dropped a little, but normal for a 30-year-old.
I looked at my butt - it was gorgeous. A little plump for my height, but it didn’t spoil the whole image of a luxurious woman.
The pubis is not bald, it’s shaved a little, the naturalness is preserved.
Pussy, naturally, was shaved, otherwise suddenly cunnilingus will mature and you’ll get hair in your mouth partner? Of course not. Prepared. Lenka, my friend, came. She made me strip naked, of course. I checked everything. She even forced her lower lips to open. What if, what?
What’s there? Teeth, or what? This only happens in jokes.
We were put on a train, and it was direct to St. Petersburg.
Where am I going? For what? Do you want to fuck in St. Petersburg? No. I just wanted to, I haven’t been looking for an adventure for my beautiful bottom for a long time.
I found it.
I am greeted by a handsome man with a huge bouquet of roses. Younger than me, of course, but so handsome....
I’ve never seen Grandfather, and neither have he seen me. I would probably recognize the naked one. I saw almost all of mine, well, I showed off... all women are like that - just give a chance that others will see your pussy - and for show...
Okay, I digress.
I wasn’t scared when I saw me . It’s already good.
The car was already waiting. A foreign car, I’m sure, or a Taurus, like V, V.
I rented an apartment so that it wouldn’t light up in hotels.
We arrived somewhere.
They brought me with flowers and a bag on the 3rd floor, Ded is with me. I have been in big cities for a long time, and in general rarely. So he was able to get away from my hand only in the room.
Nika, make yourself at home, I’ll make some coffee.
I came in to wash myself, there were lilies in vases on the luxurious bathtub.
Just to wash myself I felt ashamed - there was such beauty all around, and I was taking off my panties.
But I managed. Undressed, lay down, relaxed. The legs are spread, everything is muttering, beauty is washing.
Why did the door open? I wasn’t surprised. While communicating, Ded knew my reputation, that she was still a slut.
But there was foam, so nothing special.
I brought wine. Wash yourself, he says, rest. About your affairs later - this is about my meeting with a couple...
I drank, went out naked, of course.
Ded couldn’t stand this. It was good where to throw my naked body.
When did you manage to get naked? Don’t know. He’s already kissing (kissing him on the lips), which means he’s not taking him for a whore.
I answer, I want him, I really want him. He kisses his lips, caresses his nipples, thighs, I push them apart. The palm is on mine, it burns, it thirsts. My butt rises to meet him.
Enteres me. Divine. I haven’t had sex like this for a long time, and have I ever?
He either gently or pounded me like an animal. Only the squeaking noise in my pussy muffled my moans. I came more than once.
We rested for a long time. At least I looked at him naked. A great guy, and an ace in bed.
He brought wine. We drank.
Do you really want to meet this couple?
No, of course. I wanted to see you.
And that was not what happened next. But all adults understand. There is no need to disturb lovers. And I, a 46-year-old fool, fell in love like some kind of student. The week flew by.
But, I think, what if he didn’t like me? The next day he would not be there.
But fresh flowers every day, trips around St. Petersburg. I went everywhere I wanted.
The day of parting. I’m crying, fool in love.
He’s Nika to me, my sunshine. I knew all your passions, love of extreme sports, exhibitionism.
Here it is for you. He hands you a tight envelope. A packet of dollars looks in. What is this?
Nika, all the days we were on the live broadcast on the Internet. So your holes, and how they fuck you in the ass and everywhere, and how wonderfully you suck, as you dreamed, the whole world saw you.
Now you are a super star. Views already over 5 million. It’s yours, earned. More will come to the map.
That’s all love. What did you want?
Okay, at least I made some money. And look at me......

[Ded]

Veronika, Thank you very much, You are My love
https://i.postimg.cc/Dzj20BH9/IMG-2893a257458335f800356e1c6b5e5925-V.jpg Это ты в моих глазах.

[Veronica]

How was the ending? Didn’t expect it?

Sent after 26 minutes 51 seconds:
Nobody read it. I know that the longer it is, the fewer people want to read it.
Such is the fate of masterpieces.
Why do I know? The correction icon is standing. If anyone read it? It couldn’t be fixed. Okay, I’ll send them to my website with stories.
Indeed, people didn’t come here to read, but to communicate.

[Nickname]

Veronica, what a heresy

[Ded]

Веро-ника,
https://i.postimg.cc/VknX5n5g/images-12.jpg

[pervert]

Cool story! With feelings

[Veronica]

A heresy is not a heresy, but try to create a story in half an hour. Envy is one of the sins that cannot be redeemed.

[Vaginist]

Veronica, I’m waiting for you there, and you here you’ll be masturbating

[Veronica]

Oh, Pinocchio has appeared. I missed you, yes. So are you here now? But what about your “girls” in All.? So, will you follow me to your home site, mine? Raskaz.ru. I’m waiting for my own one, even if it’s wooden.

Sent after 4 minutes 28 seconds:
You can read all my stories there. There are about 80 of them, I forgot the number. Let’s chat. I love wood, it’s alive, even if you peel off the varnish, the soul of the tree is visible, the patterns. And it’s warm, not plastic.