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He found her on a beautiful autumn day, he took some pictures of her but that wasn’t enough for her, she wanted more than just to give him her pictures, later at his studio she showed him what she really wanted.

He was walking in the fall city, taking pictures of a sudden beauty. The beauty wasn’t only in yellow falling leaves, but also in charming young girls, who changed their summer dresses to something warmer and not less interesting.

That’s how he met her. He liked her brown shoulder-length hair, her look, full of some dreams, and her gracious movements right away. He took her picture. She was surprised and even scared somewhat, but when she understood she gave him a fantastic smile. He took several more pictures, and it made her happier. She wasn’t going to send him away.

He asked if she was a model. She said: “Today I am”, and rushed to the place where there were fewer people, inviting him to follow her. He was taking her pictures ignoring everything else. She was like a muse, like an inspiration for creation. She laughed a lot, talking almost all the time. When he brought her to his studio (where he lived), he wasn’t thinking about something immoral. She was. When he closed the door behind her, she grabbed his hand and hugged him. He was shaking. She looked at him closely, and interrupted his phrase about portfolio with a long, passionate kiss. Then she broke away and he felt her breath on his beard, dipped in to her soft hair and covered her ear with kisses…His hand was moving around her belly under her warm coat (which soon was on the floor), between her sweater and her scarf. The most difficult was to take her shoes off, not letting her go. But he managed to do it, and soon he unzipped her jeans. Through her white panties he felt her desire. He leaned her against the door and grabbed her big, ripe breasts. She moaned passionately, hugged him with her whole body, messing around with her horny hands. He groaned, torn off her panties and entered her pussy. She screamed of pain and pleasure, and he continued. Her body froze, but soon it began following his movements.

His huge hands were traveling around her body, feeling every inch of her beautiful body. With each push he got deeper inside her, and she moaned louder and louder. She began fondling herself, rubbing her clit with her left hand. She squeezed her tits with her right hand. She moaned non-stop, and soon, biting his hand, she came. Her body trembled, and closing her eyes she bended and relaxed. He kept moving, but she pushed him away and breathing heavily she turned around. She pushed him on the bed, got surprised about the size of his dick, sat on it, and everything continued.

He kept fondling her, but she felt good anyway. She laughed doing whatever she wanted with him, and he saw her smile through her hair and wanted to bring her more pleasure. The splash of sperm appeared.

He screamed and she was surprised: “Is it all?” He noticed it, hugged her, and put her on the bed by him. He covered her body with kisses, got lower, put her long legs on his back and smelled her pussy. At first he excited her just slightly with his tongue, but soon he got inside. She reacted right away, messing with his hair. He moved with her movements, she moaned, scratching him harder. Then he raised and entered her again. She pushed him away, got herself more comfortable and began helping him. He was fondling her hips, she moaned, trying to avoid hitting her head against the wall. He fucked her hard. He couldn’t hold screaming, and soon they came together. She whispered something and lost herself. He put his head on her back and fell asleep. Falling asleep he remembered that he had read somewhere that it would be good to talk about something after sex. But he thought that most probably that stupid thing was written by a virgin.

The morning welcomed them with bright sun rays. He found himself on the floor, among her clothes. His girl was in the bed among white sheets…no, they weren’t that white – he forgot to change them. But the girl was amazing. She was wearing white stockings. Her body was just perfect. She was lightly breathing in her dream, not knowing how sexy she looked. He found his camera and made the best picture in his life.

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One Response to “How the fall began…”

1. Devon Says:
   August 14th, 2007 at 10:46 am

   waw, some kind of romantic story with good characters, and interesting episode! that sounds good!

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