Prijatelj mog dečka mi puši kad nije tu

My boyfriend barely walks out the door and I can already feel his hand on my thigh. The long-time friend, the one who comes "to play video games", the one who has been looking at me out of the corner of his eye for months. This time he doesn't disguise it: he pushes me against the sofa, opens my legs decisively and lowers my head without asking permission. His hot mouth falls directly on my, he sucks it slowly at first, as if tasting, then really hungry. My tongue runs all the way through me, flat and wet, then the tip in quick circles that make me arch my back.