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Deprivation of anal innocence

Deprivation of anal innocence

Oleg came over to me and touched his lips to my lips. Our kiss was so long that I almost began to

choke, and only then did he pull away from me and look carefully at my face.

"Are you a virgin?" He asked unexpectedly, leading me to happiness.

I nodded, there was no point in hiding the truth, and what we were planning to do now would reveal the

truth.

Oleg smiled:

"This is great, I love virgins!"

His words cut off my ears, this meant that I was neither the first nor the last virgin at the time. I pursed

my lips resentfully, although I wasn't going to pretend to be offended.

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Oleg smiled and sat next to me on the sofa:

"The fact is, I don't."

I looked at the boy in surprise. He loves virgins, but does not deprive them of their innocence. How is

this possible?

Seeing the question in my eyes, Oleg leaned even closer to me and cupped my face in his palm,

squeezing my cheeks tightly. He examined me carefully, as one examines meat in the market before

buying it.

“I don’t deprive virgins of innocence, I have a different sex with them. And I think you will like it. You

seem brave and confident, and you did a lot of research to find me for a reason."

I was embarrassed to realize that he had guessed. He knew I was looking for him. I didn't think about

this beforehand... I was terribly uncomfortable, but I didn't take my eyes off his handsome face. I loved

Oleg, so much that everything inside me ached and burned with the desire to give myself to him. But I

didn't understand at all what he was talking about and what he was addressing.

Oleg began to kiss my neck, then my lips, without releasing my face from his hand. He seemed to

control me and I was his doll, ready to fulfill any of his wishes.

The wave of emotion overwhelmed me so much that I couldn't contain myself and groaned a lot. Oleg,

meanwhile, continued to kiss my face, and then began to lightly bite my earlobes, while he continued to

squeeze my cheeks, and made no further attempt to undress me and take possession of me. My

breath was caught in the caresses of my beloved, to whom I was about to give myself, unsure of

knowing what was waiting for me.

Now Oleg leaned against me with his whole body, pinning me against the sofa and depriving me of the

opportunity to move freely. He squeezed my buttocks tightly, and the thought flashed through my head

that such a grip would leave bruises on the delicate skin.

My cheeks were flushed, I was looking at him attentively, while I breathed with difficulty and often, dug

my nails into the leather sofa and tried to at least calm the burning that grew in me every minute.

I was already exhausted by desire and pain in my lower abdomen, involuntarily opening my legs as

wide as possible and catching Oleg's caresses, who kept covering my face and neck with kisses. This

approach was probably the dream of any virgin, and Oleg turned out to be a great lover, who correctly

prepared me for the most important thing.

Continuing to kiss me, Oleg descended lower and lower, removing my tight clothing and running his

tongue over my bare skin. His tongue was already at my navel, sinking there and drawing frantic

pictures inside.

I grabbed Oleg by the hips and, squeezing them, hugged him, feeling the strength of his young and

toned body. My hand slid inside his jeans, searching for an erect cock, ready to explode inside me.

It was wet and I ran my fingers all over the shaft of the penis, parting the foreskin and enjoying the

tenderness of it. Such closeness drove me crazy, and I was already restless under Oleg in anticipation

of the most important thing. I went down and cupped the dense head of the penis, on which a drop of

precum had already appeared, and then began to lick it.

I heard Oleg moan and shove his cock deeper into my mouth, sucking it to the fullest and feeling the

boy's buttocks tighten, which he helped push his cock into my mouth to the greatest depth. I directed

my attention to the testicles, bringing them one by one to my mouth and nibbling lightly.

Spreading my legs further, I felt a man's hand sink there. He was wet and horny, he was so aroused

that he was ready to fuck me, without imagining all the complexities of the process. But Oleg's finger

for some reason did not begin to penetrate my vagina, ready for debauchery, instead it sank further and

entered my anus, which was not ready for such a development of the situation. I screamed and

released his cock from my mouth.

"What are you doing! Stop!"

But Oleg just laughed, digging his finger deeper and deeper, giving me a kind of pleasant, unhealthy

ache.

“You are tight and gentle, as I love it. Everything about you is tight and requires a bit of preparation."

I tried again to free myself from Oleg's embrace, but couldn't. He hugged me tightly and actively

plunged his finger into my anus, forcing me to scream and move actively under the weight of his body.

"You are doing things worse for yourself." Oleg whispered in my ear. "Relax and you will get many new

sensations."

Having said this, he attached a second finger, then a third finger, plunging them into my full throbbing

anus, and he began to work with them in all directions, stretching my anus and making me squirm with

new sensations, still unknown and not yet very pleasant.