I, Ankara escort girl, was in a food store when I had a call from my friend who said that my another friend, a very good one, was in the road accident. He was alive but had several injuries so he had to be in a hospital for several weeks to fully recover. I went there to find out more about his health and, to my comfort, he was basically okay, only bruises and cuts. Things could be much worse. However, every single day when he was there, I carried him some fruits and sweeties. I saw, as he was very thankful to me for what I was doing.
We also had talks when I arrived at him. He was waiting for every next visit and I saw as his eyes lit from inside each time he saw me entering his hospital ward. He was eager to talk to me and glad to have my company much more than things I brought him.
He had a separate room so we can be just in two; nobody prevented us from having long meetings.
One day, he told me that doctors had told him that he would be out in 1 week. He was gaining powers and energy, and I was very glad about the improvement in his health state. He asked me to lock the door so nobody can enter and I did, though I hadn’t locked the door in previous times. Then he told me he always had this idea eating him – to have sex in the hospital ward, right on the bed. I was looking at him for several long seconds and was stunned by his offer. But then I realized that it’s kinda cool. To think twice, I was excited that he offered me not only sex (of which I dreamt a couple of times before, feeling self as Belarusian Ankara escort girl in such moments) but also gave an excitatory idea of having sex in such circumstances.
Hospital… I’ve never done it in hospital. The idea wasn’t that good to me. But that was before I had a male friend lying right here, wanting the same. I re-checked the door if it was firmly closed and approached him. He threw off the blanket and I saw his body, a little bit weakened but muscled body of a 25-years old male wearing only red boxers. He sat on the bed and I kissed him. My hands intertwined around his neck and I felt his very warm body. He made me feel like I was a Belarusian Ankara escort girl and he was my next sexual adventure. His hands roamed my body and fingers were already unzipping my bra. My white breast opened to his sight and he immediately took its nipples into the mouth. It felt good. I shuddered. He was caressing my back and went down to buttocks, got under panties to my bare skin. I was caressing his muscles, belly, and legs, circling around his cock that was erect under the cloth of pants – I wanted to take them off already now but didn’t want to make it obvious as if I’m pushing too hard or rushing. Oh, goddamn, I felt so good and very sexy – as one of Belarusian Ankara escort semi-naked lovers.
He was touching my labia with his fingers and so I’ve finally decided to touch his dick. I felt it, strong and hard, erect as Eiffel Tower, wanted to feel it inside of me. I took off his pants & got the dick out. Then I took off my panties, leaving myself only in gumshoes and bijouterie on my neck. I climbed on top of him and he entered inside. He was hot, I felt it. His muscled body came in contact with mine and it was invigorating. I jumped on him and was afraid not to break the bed, as it must have cost much. However, it was metallic and strong, so my worries faded away pretty soon.
We tried to do it in silence not to draw attention to the process – nobody of us knew how good the audibility here was. He put hands on my breasts, helping me with motions. I moved with passion and it was visible he is excited and receives a lot of pleasure. I was too. I was also excited by the idea that we can be caught in the act so it made me forget about the tiredness, move faster and with more energy. Finally, he strained and cummed – I felt this flushing inside of me. Damn, I forgot about a condom – now I will have to use anti-pregnancy pills. Thinking of that did not prevent me from cumming too and when I did, I clamped his dick so hard that it made him shudder from passion again. I was having pink clouds in front of my eyes and butterflies in my belly and pussy. Definitely, this sex was even better than the one, which I could have if I was his Ankara escort girls’ paramour – making love with your friend is better than with a stranger, I guess.
