You are wonderful!

We say something. Share insignificant news. Joke.

We smile. How long will this continue! How long can we lie to ourselves and each other! You missed me too! You also want...

I look into your eyes behind the glasses. Catch the movement of your lips. You adjust your hair with your hand. I remember how it spills over your shoulders. How pleasant it is to bury my fingers in it. No wonder men with long blond hair are so popular. I look at your hands. Large palms, muscular shoulders. I remember your body so well. I stand up. Approach you. Hug you from behind by the shoulders. Inhale your scent.

 — I missed you. — You break off

mid-sentence. Didn't expect it.

I stroke your shoulders, neck. You turn around. Stay silent. I kneel down, look into your eyes. Seconds... Minutes... Eternity... Will you send me away? Will you say you need to run? Or will you stay with me?

You didn't send me away. You reach out your hand. Stroke my cheek. I catch your fingers with my lips. You lean towards me. Kiss me. I drown in the tender softness of your lips. My head starts to spin. A pleasant warmth spreads in my lower abdomen. I rise slightly and, without breaking away from your lips, take off your T-shirt. Stroke your arms, shoulders. Move my lips to your neck. Descend to your chest. Once, this was called the Road of Love — the path from the lips to... I go lower and lower: nipples, stomach, the hollow of the navel. Unbutton the button on your trousers. You put your hand on the back of my head and whisper a request: "Yes! I want..."

I know what you want. Your cock is tense to the limit. I feel it through the fabric.

Carefully unbutton your trousers, free your hips. You are tense. Waiting. You rise slightly, helping to free you from the annoying underwear. It is beautiful. Dark red, with purple veins. It is tense to the limit. Swollen with blood and long-unreleased semen.

 — Haven't you had a girlfriend for a long time?

 — You know. I despise masturbators and don't sleep with just anyone...

— I know, my love, I know everything.

I can't resist. Stroke the shaft of your cock with my fingers. Lean towards it. Kiss its head. Envelop it with my lips. You moan and press on the back of my head.

 — Do you want more?

 — Yes — you exhale. — Don't stop! More! Give me more!

You press harder on the back of my head.

But it's only just beginning.

I pull away from the head. Run my tongue along the shaft. From the head all the way down. And my lips begin their play. I shower your cock with kisses. You moan softly. "More! Take it in your mouth!" You press harder on the back of my head.

 — Take it!

 — Good girl! More!

Now down again. I am exhausting you. I want to drain all the juices from you. I want you to beg.

I continue the motion, drawing out the last drops from you. And you moan gratefully. And stroke my hair.

 — I missed you too...