Working on the radio is living in an insane asylum. And our radio station is for sure - Chamber No. 6. Our work is creative, heads are poor, and ideas are delusional. But, as one of the great ones said, any crazy idea should first be checked for its genius. So we rush about with our nonsense, from time to time testing his genius on our listeners. Once our copywriter (in the language of normal people - the copywriter of advertising videos) came up with a radio commercial for some kind of sex shop, or for some kind of eatery with a name something like where the sound design required excitedly breath of man and woman. I mean, the bet was placed on a certain sexual dominant of the listeners.

For some reason, the role of a sighing man was inherited by me, although I have always voiced very serious videos of either reputable banks or political organizations. The role of the woman-breather fell on the first girl who came to our eyes from our radio. Also, by the way, a copywriter. (The fact that the choice fell on her I liked: her slender legs, beautiful breasts and elastic ass always excited my imagination)

We gathered in the studio, the initiator of the ugliness quickly explained to us that we must breathe as if we were about to end, and violently and simultaneously.

First rehearsed. It turned out something between dyspnea and the gallows hoarse. Tried more and more. The effect is zero. Then the author of the video ordered me and the girl to sit on the sofa, but closer together. Again, a little rehearsed. It turned out even worse than before. As our newsman said: breath is like straining in the toilet. The author was starting to get nervous. We have fun. This is such a strange tradition on our radio: if someone starts to get mad, everyone starts to actively get him, he is even more nervous, angry at everyone, yelling, and we laugh. In general, the chamber number 6. In the end, the film inventor drove everyone out of the studio, leaving me alone with Elena (that's the name of the copywriting girl) and the microphone on. At the same time, he threatened that, firstly, the door to the studio would only open in half an hour (that is, we would be locked up), and, secondly, if after 30 minutes we don’t breathe anything into the microphone, he would strangle. We were left alone in a locked studio. We were young and attractive. And we wanted to live. (After all, copywriters are such people - they will say that they will strangle, which means strangling) Therefore, we sat down on the sofa and began to breathe deeply, until our heads were spinning from an excess of oxygen. And again, nothing good happened. Something had to be done.

- Let me even squeeze you a little, maybe then it will work out - I suggested to Elena.

“Well, let's try,” she said, immediately trying to pull her supermini skirt down to her knees.

“Don't be so nervous,” I reassured her. - This is the same role as in the cinema or theater.

“Well then, take the first one,” with these words, Elena pulled her skirt up. White semi-transparent panties flashed through, through which the girl’s intertunal space looked well.

Well, the first double is the first double. I leaned closer, put my arm around Elena's shoulders with one hand, and put the other on her slender and elastic thigh. The fact that I was in my pants, strained immediately. (I have long dreamed of talking horizontally with this beauty). My breathing was slightly disturbed, as sitting on the side of Helena, I saw her pretty breasts in a deep slit of a blouse and the sheen of panties between my legs. But she still breathed smoothly. I started very gently and gently stroking her on the inner side of the thigh, moving my hand in the direction of alluring panties and their contents. Elena breathed smoothly.

Three versions of the girl’s peace of mind appeared in my head: either she is frigid (which is unlikely), or she will not have the strength of will, or I, as a man, have already died and only excite necrophilia.

- So we will breathe as it should or not? - I began to get nervous.

- We will! - Elena answered firmly and began to unbutton her blouse.

I stopped breathing and petrified. She calmly undid all the buttons, took off her blouse, then her bra, dropped her skirt and stayed in some panties.

- I thought: if you squeeze, then really, if you breathe, it is so really excited. And do not forget, you and I have less than half an hour.

She sat astride me on her knees and began to unbutton her belt. Having dealt with her fly, she took out my standing member and began to move her up and down with her gentle handle. With her free hand she unbuttoned my shirt, which then miraculously flew into the corner of the studio. Trousers and shorts, strapped from my ass, also went there.

Without any prefaces, she squatted between my legs and began to give me a blowjob. At this moment I came to life. Time was running out: it was necessary to inhale at least five minutes of sound material and fuck well. I pushed her head away from my dick, rose from the couch, where I immediately hoisted Elena so that her knees stood on the sofa, and her elbows rested on his back. I lowered her very seductive panties to the middle of her equally seductive thighs. Then I quickly put my hand into her crotch: it was very wet and hot there. Without hesitation, I thrust my instrument into her crack and moved very actively. How we began to breathe in just a minute !!! But in the next 10 minutes we didn’t think about the video, or about any sound material, or that we had sex in the workplace. We just tra-ha.

Passion captured us, we surrendered to sex with selflessness, as if we were furious before the death penalty. But death in sex is an inevitable thing. I have about a dozen frictions left to finish. But then Elena jumped off my already bursting member and grabbed his mouth, sucking, like a vacuum cleaner. From my throat broke out an animal roar, and from the penis - a jet of sperm. Helen all swallowed, licked the remnants of the seed from the head and commanded:

- Everything! Shot! Thanks to all! Dress!

The team was given on time, because literally three minutes later a crowd of mad-gone radiomen broke into the studio, led by the author of the video, eager to catch us at the most delicate moment. But we sat on the couch at a respectable distance and fully dressed:

The movie, by the way, turned out excellent.