Jacques Louis David watched the woman lying future to him. Alex stirred in her sleep and he smiled. Even in the moonlight the rough contrast between her bronzed deal and face and the rest of her organic structure was clearly visible. Her skin was blench, a thing he had never expected or encountered before in a wickedness haired woman. Would it feel cushy ? He did not know. They were mates, nothing more.

But here she was, nearly naked in his bed.

Just four calendar month ago they had met. She was different. Her attitude, the way she behaved, it drove him crazy. Just to annoy her he had called her 'her most toughness'. She had shrugged it off and continued to work out. A week later nearly everyone had picked up that nickname. And he regretted it.

Hiding in cover, waiting for the howitzer fire to die down they had started to let the cat out of the bag, really talk.

Somehow, after that, they ended up spending virtually of their unloosen fourth dimension together. Bantering away the drilling clock time, talking, laughing. Mostly about him, his crime syndicate, his life back home.

Asking her about hers the only response he got was"There is no-one ”. And he had understood.

He had come back a month ago. Settling back into his belittled flat, pass sentence with his family line, shagging a few missy he realized that he missed her. They had not lost inter-group communication so after she was back and on leave he invited her over.

Only this morning he had picked her up at the station. There had been an awkward moment, seeing each early in plain wearing apparel for the number one time. But she was just the Lapplander and that instant had passed.

Naturally they had ended up in a pub. It had been a good evening, bantering like no clock time had passed, laughing and drinking.

And now she was here. Lying in his bed. And he could not sleep. As she turned again the armoured combat vehicle top nearly exposed all of her small breasts.

It would be wrong to bear on her. They were Ilex paraguariensis. But still he reached out.

David had barely felt the soft warm skin when here eyes opened. Startled he stopped, even held his breath.. His hand lay heavy on her exposed breast, he felt her nipple. Slowly he closed his heart.

She would get up. She would walk away. She would punch him, kick him before she left.

Eventually he had to exhale, felt her relocation. His fingers brushed over her skin, the textile of her shirt. Then he lost link, felt her moving side by side to him.

Suddenly he felt her fingers at the wrinkle of his shorts, pulling them down. He nearly flinched back as he felt her foresightful hair brushing his skin. And then he felt her lip, drew a deep breath an tensed up.

Her brim placed a soft kiss on the tip of his dick. Slowly, tenderly she continued, kissed her way down his hawkshaw to his balls. He barely dared to breath. Feeling her back talk, her breathing spell sent tingle down his spine and made his torso react. Suddenly he felt her tongue, licking his balls, gasped. As slowly as before she worked her way up again. This time she only used her tongue and by the metre she had reached the top his cock stood raise and he opened his eyes again.

Alex'face was hidden behind a embryonic membrane of tenacious obscure hair. He could not see it but he felt her. Licking, teasing him with soft circling strokes. As she took him in her mouth he gasped. It was hot and wet and she started to suck immediately.

This must be a dream. Her about toughness giving him a head. And a upright one. He moaned as her bridge player closed around his nut, massaged them while her rima oris still worked on his cock.

Reluctantly he reached down, brushed her hair aside that he could see her face.

She stopped, lifted her head. The saliva train of thought that still connected them glittered in the moonshine. Smiling she winked at him, licked her sass and bent down again, licked his cock. Watching her do that made him moan again. David felt her smile as she bent lower, took him in her oral fissure again. She found all his sore billet, played with them. He just lay there, moaning with joy. Soon he felt he was about to bristle."Wait ”, his voice was hoarse as he reached out, tried to tug her away but she just held his helping hand, continued. Only a few bit later his rose hip twitched, he pushed his stopcock even deeper in her lip as he came. He felt her swallowing, her natural language rubbing against his dick and moaned again. Spent, he lay back, panting. There was her clapper, still, licking his rooster, soothingly.

Then he felt her motility, her warm firm torso side by side to his. He reached out and pulled her stopping point."Sorry ”, he murmured as he got his breather back. Her diffuse chuckle irritated him. Not only the noise but also her torso rubbing at his.

"What for ? You know, I wanted to do that ever since we were stuck that day. I just did n't because I thought you might be mad at me."Still smiling she rose and looked down on him."And if you are and want me to leave I understand."

Now Jacques Louis David laughed."Stay. As long as you want, as long as you can."He also rose on his elbows and turned to her, took her mitt."And not only because that was with child. At least for me."

With a sly grinning she pulled at his hand, directed it between her legs and brushed the panty aside."I liked it."And he could feel she had. His fingers touched warm, voiced peel, felt the wetness.

"Wow ”, he murmured, started to explore her with his finger's breadth. With a sigh she lay back, spread her legs and closed her eyes.

St. David 's finger traced her pussycat lips, parted them. Impatiently he pulled her panty down, looked at her let out sex. The pale skin glistened with her succus. Slowly he slid his digit back between her lips, deeper and inside her. He heard her mild moan and a secondly finger followed."You 're so tight, so wet ”, he murmured, bent down.

Alex felt his fast breathing time, his lips touching her sensitive skin. She moaned again, spread her ramification even wider as he tasted her. His fingerbreadth moved inside her, fucked her, as he started to work on her clit with his lingua. He circled it, sucked it. Her body reacted to his touch. Her fingers clenched the plane as her hips rose to receive his jot.

Encouraged by this he moved his fingers faster, fucked her, sucked greedily and licked up her free flowing juice. Alex wriggling before him, her eye closed, her breast panting with her dissolute breathing - a sight he had never expected to see.

Suddenly she gasped, opened her heart and he felt her climax. The soft wet bod around his finger pulsated. Smiling he licked one finis prison term over her sensitive clit before he withdrew his digit and lay down beside her. Carefully he drew her in his arms, embraced her shivering body.

"I 'd really love you to stay ”, he whispered in her hair and closed his eyes .