He called at one in the morning and, as always, in a dry, calm voice told me to come. Of course, I immediately gathered and went. At night. Through the whole city. Taking with me a bottle of martini, which I opened already in a taxi and drank almost all along the way.

To him, I fell already staggering and smiling stupidly. It seemed to me that it made him very angry, although he did not show the appearance ...

I went into the room, sat down on the sofa and drank some more ... He came up and took the bottle and hit me in the face ... It sobered me up.

- You know, I do not like drunk, especially girls.

- and I do not like being beaten.

- OK, sorry...

- you are nuts.

He takes off his belt. He makes a loop out of it and puts it on my neck. Pulls me like a dog on a leash. And I crawl behind him on all fours ... he lets me go in the middle of the room, strokes my head, and I stick my tongue out and breathe like a tired dog.

He grabs me by the hair and throws me on my back ... He feels my breasts frantically under the sweater. I'm trembling. Then he literally tears off my clothes leaving only the panties. Stripping himself and beating me in the face with his dick. I immediately recall the expression and it becomes funny to me ... It makes him even more angry. And he starts to fuck my mouth. It is about to finish ...

He takes out his dick, cums on my face, wipes my hair and lays down next to me on the floor.

- what are you bitch.

- you just fucked me in the mouth, and so I'm a bitch?

- yes, precisely for this.

- I accept a compliment.

- I'm tired, tomorrow is early in business. Let's sleep.

- and who of us two bitch? Got my own and sleep.

He leans on to me, kisses me. Breathe deeply. Spreads my legs, launches my hand in panties and starts to caress me with my finger, continuing to kiss. I lick my hand and start to caress him ... Jerking off his excited dick.

- tell me what you want me to fuck you.

- I want you to fuck me.

- still...

- fuck me !!!

- still...

- fuck me, I beg you ... fuck me ...

Cutting the push immediately to the end. All over the body cramp. I cling to him. I am sick. Shake my head. Muscles are compressed ... I continue to beg of him deliriously ...

He squeezes my throat and increases my pace. I have difficulty breathing. He presses his mouth to mine, and I finish ... he ends right after me. And about five minutes he lies on me, without removing his penis. And I suffocate under his weight ...

- and yet, you bitch ...

- well, I'm a bitch. Let's sleep.