Countess Irina Rumyantseva was born in Moscow in the family of Baskov. Rich, noisy, accustomed to live in a big way, he was known as a hospitable fellow in Moscow. The only daughter he spoiled very much. And life seemed ahead of joy, but fate cut short the life of Baskov. Inconsolable grief widow also did not much survive him.

Irina was 16 years old when a German woman, with whom she was in charge, married her to Count Rumyantsev, the famous 50-year-old man. Rumyantsev loved his young wife, but he lived a rather stormy youth and, having upset his ardor on other women, he could not give her everything that was needed by this naive one, every day more and more passionate in nature. Irina Khandril, not knowing why. She was often tormented by headaches and vague desires. The husband, as he could, tried to entertain her: he took her to meetings, to the opera, arranged balls. At one of these balls, Irina was presented with Count Vesenin. A young, witty, brilliant gentleman, a true secular lion — he liked Irina from the first glance, and Irina often caught his gaze on herself.

After this evening, they seemed to meet in the theater, then at a party in the evening. But Dmitriy did not attempt to get close to Irina.

In the summer, Count Rumyantsev was advised to send his young wife south. He rented for Irina a wonderful house, twined with grapes, standing near the sea. The house was furnished as Irina wanted. The affairs had recalled the count to Moscow, but he hoped that the wonderful nature would entertain Irina, and she would not be bored in his absence.

On the third day, going to the sea, she met Veshenin. The joy of this meeting, she could not hide, and did not try. Dmitry offered to ride on a yacht and Irina, leaning on Dmitry's muscular shoulder, inhaled the smell of the sea and the male body. They returned late in the evening, from the shore came the music. Going ashore, Irina and Dmitry, without saying a word, headed towards Irina’s house. Saying to her maid that she no longer needed her services, Irina went up to her favorite Japanese room. Dmitri went behind her. The decor of the room struck him with its originality and splendor. The floor was carpeted in red and black roses. In one corner was a sofa upholstered in satin fabric. A Japanese screen stood on the couch, with white storks embroidered in black satin. Pink lantern, the soft light of which poured on the carpet and the mountain of pillows.

Dmitry looked at Irina. She had just returned from the next room, from where a minute ago there was a splash of water, the delicate smell of French perfume. Irina was in a black kimono, with bare, not yet had time to tan hands. She combed her hair in the manner of Japanese women and now really resembled women from the East. In small ears hung emerald pendants. Shining eyes are not inferior to them in brilliance.

They drank cold wine: with each glass Irina became more animated. Her scarlet lips craved a passionate kiss, her chest heaved violently. And every time her hand reached for the glass, it seemed to Dmitry that she wanted to caress him. They sat on pillows near the table, looking at each other with passionate and long glances.

Suddenly Irina reached out, put her hands behind her head. The floors of the kimono parted and Dmitry saw that under the luxurious clothes there were no other clothes. Irina’s full thighs were set aside, as if they were calling for Dmitry, a deepening darkness between them. Dmitry gently ran his hand over him, lips found her lips and stared at them with a passionate kiss.

Kimono slept with her sixteen-year-old, glamorous body and exposed two white, pink nipples, breasts. Dmitry passionately sucked nipples of the breasts alternately, after which they swelled like rosebuds. Dmitri kissed Irina all the hotter. He took her nipples to his lips and kissed them tightly. At this moment, a current pierced Irina and her body.Then she felt that strong but gentle hands spread her hips in the sides and hot member Dmitry began to slowly enter the hole that was approaching, moistened with passion. Irina instinctively leaned forward, tightly clinging to the member Dmitry clit. And Dmitry then moved away from her, taking out a member and caressing his tender lips covered with soft hair, then again sticking between them to the end. Now Irina did not remain calm: she moved now to the right, then to the left, throwing his legs on his shoulders, squeezing them like rings. Suddenly, Irina felt a fiery wave of voluptuousness, as if with a spasm brought her body down: a member of Dmitri last pierced her and released a stream of moisture.

In languor, Irina leaned back on the pillows. Then she slowly turned on her side and reached for her wine glass. But here Dmitry’s hand went over her stomach, approached the deepening between her legs and lay between wet lips: the other hand lifted Irina, forcing her to kneel. Dmitry's member was behind her, tightly clinging to the walls of the hole. He went deeper and deeper. Dmitry embraced her stomach with his hands and kissed her full buttocks, taking out for a moment the penis from the hot vagina and taking them through the tight split of the anus. He gently stroked the swollen chest with his palms, which swayed unsteadily, hanging helplessly over the carpet. Dmitri's lips whispered passionate words - rambling and incomprehensible through clenched teeth ...

Dmitry stayed with Irina until the morning.

It was dawn when Irina woke up. She went to the balcony and threw back the silk curtain. The first rays of the sun looked into the room and lit the sleeping Dmitry. His member, in a dream seemed to remember her, Irina. Irina shyly stretched her lips to his penis, she began to drive her lips, tongue along the little ringlet around his head, slightly pulling him into her mouth and releasing him. Irina caressed the member, who last night brought her voluptuous pleasure. She only came to her senses when her mouth was filled with a hot, pungent-smelling liquid, intoxicating like wine. Dmitry opened his eyes and held out his hands to her. She squatted over Dmitry on his haunches ...

The member went so deep that Irina felt a slight pain. She moved from side to side, but not rising, so as not to release the desired prey. Dmitry attracted her nipples, lowered and again caught his swollen chest with his lips. A bunch of grapes fell from the hands of Irina on Dmitry's shoulder. He pressed Irina to himself and the juice dipped her breasts. Dmitry began to drink large kappa juice from Irina’s chest. Irina got up and went into another room. Dmitry dozed off under a splash of water.

The next day, for the whole summer, it began to rain for the first time. Rain caught Irina and Dmitry in the mountains and they hurried to take refuge in the grotto, which smelt of raw leaves and water. Dmitry stroked her hair, discarded unruly strands from his forehead, gently kissed her ear and hollow on her chest. Suddenly there were peals of thunder. Irina clung to him. She kissed the corners of his lips. Her hand went down until it hit a hard ledge. Irini squeezed his hand and did not want to let. Dmitry raised it and put it on his lap. Dmitriy's waist was narrow, and Irina wrapped her legs around her, pressed herself against his chest, squeezing him with her big hips. Her mouth was open and Dmitry kissed Irina, introducing his tongue into it. She amused, allowed to enter a member only with a flash of lightning. At the same time, her eyes threw sparks, and Dmitry all this: rain, thunder and she seemed like a fairy tale.

Once in the theater, Dmitry introduced Irina to his friend, Prince Vladimir. He invited her to dine at a restaurant, but Irina, following the previously outlined plan, invited them to her place. Irina, as a hospitable hostess, filled the glasses again and again. All was good. Everyone was extremely excited, eagerly awaiting for something extraordinary.

“Vladimir, you have not yet seen my Japanese room,” as if by the way Irina said.

Dimtri looked at her inquiringly surprised eyes.

- I have a sake there, would you like to try? - She turned to the men. Sake - Japanese vodka, turned out to be actually pleasant though strong. Irina drank with Vladimir on brotherhood, then kissed alternately with Dmitry, then ...