Droplets of sweat, stumbled on her chest, reflected like thousands of mirrors the lights of the glow in the fireplace. The silence of this mysterious and truly magical night from time to time was broken by its piercing moans, now quieter, then again filled with power.

He, like a worn down lion hunt, lay on an ancient, miraculously preserved carpet. His body seemed to be buried in a fluffy pile, which gently caressed his back, causing a petty and pleasant tickling, and it seemed that his thoughts were somewhere far away, not with her - the subject of his old erotic and carnal dreams.

But that was not the case. He eagerly dug into her lush, milky breasts, which heaved with every breath, and rapidly falling with her every movement. The nipples, like two large raisins, were strained to the point that they could not see the folds. At the slightest touch of his fingers, she rolled her eyes, as if losing consciousness, but did not stop. Quite the contrary, her movements became more energetic and passionate. Her hair, recently twisted into a neat babet, was already disheveled and casually hung on her back and face. She occasionally licked her lips, the scarlet color of which was not caused by lipstick, but was evidence of previous passionate kisses, in which they bit each other, like two predators in the mating season, without feeling a single drop of pain.

His big, but thin fingers, caressing her breasts, squeezing her nipples to a pleasant pain, began to slowly rise up, slipping on her snow-white neck. The index finger of his right hand, he touched the burning fire of ardent lips. Her parted mouth eagerly devoured him, and he felt the faint touch of his tongue. Oh, what came to her mind at that moment was known only to her and the devil. She herself was the devil in the flesh. The priestesses of love, for which men so passionately hunt, only a pitiful semblance of the devilish machine of sexual pleasure. And she was in his hands. She sat on it, like a hawk that tears and tormented its prey. In the meantime, his left hand already caressed the place, which gives life to a new life. This nutrient channel, which is called the navel.

He momentarily pulled his finger from her belly to wet it with his tongue and again touched her already slightly moist. This light, warm touch made her belly cut involuntarily. A shiver ran through her tense body. The thumb began to slowly go around the hillock of Venus, unrestrainedly striving downward. There, where the center of the universe, the center of pleasure and unearthly pleasure, is now concentrated for the two of them.

Her movements were getting thicker and more often, her head was thrown from side to side. Breathing quickened, sighs began to move into moans, push, another push ... Bliss. Oh, what a delightful sensation fills a woman when the stream of lively, warm energy erupted by him bursts into her clean, fertile flesh with an irresistible urge. She made a few more movements in a sweet convulsion and fell exhaustedly on his chest. She heard his heart beat like it was about to burst out. Like hundreds of ancient tribal drums, that announced a glorious victory. His breathing was, though frequent, but deep. He could not enjoy these moments that seemed like a dream. Eagerly swallowing the air, he closed his eyes and whispered something unintelligible, as if in delirium: It was a sweet delusion.

He kissed her disheveled hair, gently raised her head and looked into the big girl's eyes. She cried. But these were tears of joy and pleasure, like those that appear in front of a child’s eyes when, after a long wait, he receives the desired gift. But something told him that anxiety lurked somewhere out there, deep, somewhere under the heart. He felt a strange dull pain in his heart, as if someone was squeezing him, not allowing him to fight. As if someone was pressing on his chest, making it difficult to breathe freely. He understood everything.They both understood that this was their last meeting. Tomorrow, at exactly two o'clock in the afternoon, a large white ship will take him far beyond the ocean. Where there is none, where there is none.