Jacques Louis David watched the womanhood lying following to him. Alex stirred in her slumber and he smiled. Even in the moonlight the abrasive dividing line between her tanned hands and side and the quietus of her body was clearly visible. Her skin was blench, a thing he had never expected or encountered before in a dark haired woman. Would it feel soft ? He did not know. They were mate, nil more.

But here she was, nearly naked in his bed.

Just four month ago they had met. She was different. Her attitude, the way she behaved, it drove him unhinged. Just to devil her he had called her 'her most ruggedness'. She had shrugged it off and continued to cultivate out. A workweek later nearly everyone had picked up that nickname. And he regretted it.

Hiding in book binding, waiting for the mortar fire to die down they had started to talk, really talk.

Somehow, after that, they ended up spending most of their devoid time together. Bantering away the tire times, talking, laughing. Mostly about him, his family, his aliveness back home.

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

He had come back a month ago. Settling back into his small flat, spending time with his kinsperson, shagging a few fille he realized that he missed her. They had not lost physical contact so after she was back and on farewell he invited her over.

Only this sunrise he had picked her up at the station. There had been an awkward moment, seeing each other in plain dress for the first prison term. But she was just the Saami and that here and now had passed.

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

And now she was here. Lying in his bed. And he could not catch some Z's. As she turned again the tank car top nearly exposed all of her small knocker.

It would be wrong to touch her. They were couple. But still he reached out.

Saint David had barely felt the flaccid warm skin when here eyes opened. Startled he stopped, even held his breath.. His hand lay heavy on her exposed white meat, he felt her mamilla. Slowly he closed his eyes.

She would get up. She would take the air away. She would punch him, kick him before she left.

Eventually he had to give forth, felt her movement. His finger's breadth brushed over her skin, the fabric of her shirt. Then he lost contact, felt her moving next to him.

Suddenly he felt her finger at the seam of his shorts, pulling them down. He nearly flinched back as he felt her long hair brushing his pelt. And then he felt her lips, drew a deep breath an tensed up.

Her brim placed a diffused buss on the tip of his pecker. Slowly, tenderly she continued, kissed her way down his dick to his balls. He barely dared to breath. Feeling her lips, her breath sent shivers down his spikelet and made his body react. Suddenly he felt her tongue, licking his ball, gasped. As slowly as before she worked her way up again. This sentence she only used her tongue and by the time she had reached the top his cock stood erect and he opened his optic again.

Alex'face was hidden behind a velum of tenacious dark tomentum. He could not see it but he felt her. Licking, teasing him with delicate 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 most toughness giving him a pass. And a goodness one. He moaned as her hand closed around his musket ball, massaged them while her mouth still worked on his turncock.

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

She stopped, lifted her brain. The spittle thread that still connected them glittered in the Moon. Smiling she winked at him, licked her sass and crouch down again, licked his cock. Watching her do that made him moan again. David felt her grinning as she bent lower, took him in her oral fissure again. She found all his sensible blot, played with them. He just lay there, moaning with pleasure. Soon he felt he was about to explode."Wait ”, his phonation was hoarse as he reached out, tried to crusade her away but she just held his hand, continued. Only a few moments later his pelvis twitched, he pushed his shaft even deeper in her mouth as he came. He felt her swallowing, her tongue friction against his cock and moaned again. Spent, he lay back, panting. There was her tongue, still, licking his pecker, soothingly.

Then he felt her motion, her ardent business firm body next to his. He reached out and pulled her ending."Sorry ”, he murmured as he got his breath back. Her soft chuckle irritated him. Not only the disturbance but also her consistency 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 entrust I understand."

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

With a sly smile she pulled at his helping hand, directed it between her leg and brushed the pantie aside."I liked it."And he could palpate she had. His fingers touched affectionate, easygoing skin, felt the wetness.

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

Jacques Louis David 's fingers traced her purulent sassing, parted them. Impatiently he pulled her panty down, looked at her queer sex. The pale tegument glistened with her juice. Slowly he slid his finger back between her lips, deeply and inside her. He heard her soft moan and a bit finger's breadth followed."You 're so tight, so wet ”, he murmured, bent down.

Alex felt his fast breath, his lips touching her tender skin. She moaned again, spread her legs even wider as he tasted her. His fingers moved inside her, fucked her, as he started to work on her clitoris with his glossa. He circled it, sucked it. Her body reacted to his touch modality. Her fingerbreadth clenched the canvas as her rosehip rose to assemble his touch.

Encouraged by this he moved his finger's breadth faster, fucked her, sucked greedily and licked up her relinquish flowing juices. Alex wriggling before him, her eyes closed, her breast heave with her flying breathing - a sight he had never expected to see.

Suddenly she gasped, opened her eyes and he felt her orgasm. The soft wet physical body around his fingers pulsated. Smiling he licked one last metre over her sensitive button before he withdrew his finger's breadth and lay down beside her. Carefully he drew her in his arms, embraced her shivering body.

"I 'd really roll in the hay you to abide ”, he whispered in her hair's-breadth and closed his eyes .