The chosen one

One night, when drunken conversations about our boring problems and the perception of a dull reality that bored me and my friend to the point that we grind our brains in a bottle of wine, there was a moment that still makes my nipples stand up and starts a fit of laughter. Looking ahead, I will say that this is the most shameful and exciting moment in the entire history of my sexual practice. Believe me, guys, not everyone endured a minute of silence, but it was a fight in the style of Clint Eastwood and micro-Godzilla, who are looking at each other at the moment of truth.So, after finishing the cheap wine from the bag and eating a couple of gossips about friends who we can not stand, my horny horse tamer in panties began to roll her oyster on my cucumber. I continued babbling about the plot of a disgusting horror movie that excited me, and meanwhile she got tired of pretending to be a fighter for love and just started sucking my dick greedily.We had a tradition in blowjobs, and she never swallowed, but simply spat on my stomach. That's what happened this time. Nothing unusual. Everything is the same as the previous times. Apparently, that's why our relationship was coming to an end. But a self-respecting girl will always put a bright pink dot from an explosion of indignation. And this was the finale, when Harley Quinn smears pudding on Pudding's face.My entire stomach is in sperm and a small puddle in the shape of a belly button is also filled with sperm. She looks at all this and starts running her thumb over my stomach, humming something, then dips her finger into my belly button with cum, I just lie there and watch her actions, she smears her finger with cum, she looks at me with a smart look, raises her hand in the air and then sharply lowers it, smearing her finger with cum on my forehead and quietly says - Simba...