like a wolf. Her hoarse, throaty, full of passion howl joined with Serge's similar moan. If at that moment someone passed along the street next to the shop, they would certainly have heard them. Falling on her knees, Nastya lay on Serge's chest, sprawled on him. They merged in a deep kiss, their tongues intertwined like a host of snakes, and it was nice. Sergey continued to work with his pelvis, driving his penis deeper and deeper into Nastina’s hot body and causing more and more waves of passion in them both, the spikes of a nasti bra, sank into his chest, tearing them to the blood - this only relieved him. Nasty's collar scratched Sergei's chest and throat, but he did not notice it. They caressed each other with hands, where they could reach, and there, at the very bottom, Nastina legs in shoes rubbed on his coarse male legs, spurring Sergey on the calf with sharp heels-stilettos: ": deeper, deeper, stronger, do not stop, More , more, MORE: “Consciousness left them, movements became similar to convulsions during an epileptic seizure - jerky, jerking, irregular spasms swept Nastya’s body, her legs trembled with a large tremor, leaving blood-stained heels on her feet. Her sweat mixed with his sweat, her blood - with his blood, and streams of whitish semen were erupted from below, which simply could not contain her vagina: It seemed that there would be no end! ..

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She awoke from some strange sensation. It seemed to her that she died and went to heaven. A bright light penetrated her tight eyelids. Opening her eyes, she realized that she was lying on a bed in a large room, and the light came from a powerful lamp under the ceiling. She remembered everything and was frightened — after all, she had failed her own plan — to cut down her tormentor during intercourse and to extract keys by force. Now this idea seemed to her stupid - well, in fact, how would she do it? And then, she no longer believed that she would do it, even if she could. Now she no longer wanted to hurt him. Of course, at the very least, she would have remembered the proverb: “Love is evil:”, although it was this expression that best described the situation. She lifted her head and saw it — Sergey stood at her feet and held some kind of Subject. At first, Serzh was only a vague stain on her against the white wall, but when she saw the clarity of the vision, she realized that Sergei was holding the very thing that had been torturing her for almost a week, not allowing her to walk or sit. she understood what that feeling was from her She was now free there, below. She was completely naked - there were no shoes or stockings on her legs, a bra on her chest, and a collar on her neck! All this was now lying around in a shapeless, gleaming metal pile in a corner of the room. the ill-fated subject was also thrown in. Sergei stood, dressed in jeans and a vest on which there were bloody stains, where the spikes nastiny left wounds on his body. She could not take her eyes off him. He approached her and held out a bundle. Nastia cautiously took him - there were her clothes and clean linen. Sitting on the bed, Nastya rubbed her eyes with her fists and asked: “What happened? Did I sleep for a long time? ”-“ A few hours. ”-“ Did you set me free? Why? ”-“ I can't do this to you anymore. If you can - forgive me. I do not know what happened to me, but I: in general: I love you: It sounds silly, probably: But it is so: In any case, I will forget what I lived before: And I hope that I never I will regret it. ”-“ Do you love me? ”- Nastya did not believe her ears - the one she was ready to strangle with her bare hands recently, now told her that she loved her. And he was not indifferent to her, she felt it. “If you cannot forgive me, Nastya, I will understand you and you will never hear about me again.If you want me to somehow pay you for your torment - just say: "-" How did you get my name? " what - no: I probably shouldn't have rummaged through your things? ”He looked clearly embarrassed, even defenseless, standing in front of her. She waved a hand limply, forgiving him for everything he had done. What kind of incredibly generous deeds only people can do when this unpleasantness happens to them - love! ..

18.05.2000

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