- Well, you up there your show is over, get off, until everyone chopped!

No reaction.

- I said your mother, get down!

The girl and the guy came down from the fire tower.

He was all red and sweating with anger, gasping, continued to shout. Dyspnea overtook him again. He hated being nervous. He hated arrogant young people, especially empty-headed ladies, who were tearing down his entire business, distracting visitors with his stupid porn show. In his opinion, they should all be, if not on the panel, so stay at home and not lean out. More than anything, he wanted to fuck this sassy girl in pink lingerie, however, he would not have refused her partner, a painted idiot, as he always called them.

The girl slowly descended, shaking her lovely hips, and the boy followed her just as slowly, holding the chain from her friend's collar. The guys realized that today they were lucky as ever, which meant a powerful influx of money. But everything has begun! Mila argued with the former drinking companions for a hundred bucks that they would rip off anything, obscenely having fun. The bait was this already-collapsing restaurant; and the guys were sitting nearby, watching what was happening.

John felt very excited, he could not wait until he and Mila finally came home to the bus.

The high windows of the only restaurant in the city looked directly at the tower, and with the help of the backlight it was easy to attract the attention of visitors. Do not understand where, Mila got the microphone and sang everything that comes into her head, skillfully rhyming words. John in turn kept her on a chain; on the neck of the girl was a prickly dog ​​collar, and beat the whip on the ass, forcing her to scream even more vigorously.

In fact, everything did not last so long; Yes, and what the police could be in this provincial town. It is clear that the clientele wants not only to look at all this madness, but also to listen to what the reckless girl sings in the same clothes on the tower of their native stadium. During this performance, John could barely resist not to insert Mile straight back.

When they finally came down, the director brazenly grabbed Mila by the hand, subconsciously trying to catch the girl before he surrendered them to the police. But then it dawned on him that she would have better paid for his silence; otherwise, the cell phone was in her pocket. He had already foreseen how she would say “okay” and would go with him to the attached room at the restaurant, leaving her fair-haired boyfriend.

Mila looked at him, and suddenly she kicked her face so that he fell to the ground. She grabbed John's hand and they ran away.

Going into the elevator, John hugged Mila and began to whisper that he wants her. The girl was not at all against sex in an enclosed space, especially since recently they were only imagined by this. She pressed the "stop" button and, holding up a pink short skirt, stood up with cancer in front of John, who was instantly excited. Without thinking twice, he crashed right into Mila's anus, energetically tearing at her, wailing with pleasure. Very quickly, he entered and left her, breathing heavily and moaning. How he was pleased in this cozy lustful lair of a girlfriend! They loved to engage in anal and oral sex, but the last they have recently overdone a little, so that this is not even so desirable. Mila screamed a little from the painful tearing of her orgasm; she felt like John was holding her ass with both hands, mercilessly fucking. Mila herself could not exactly determine whether she loved him, or simply wanted so much that she could not step away from him, fulfilling any of his desires, especially in bed. And John knew that he could approach her at any time and blatantly fuck in the first near corner, and that she would never be offended at it for him.He finished by pouring over all the velvet clothes of her friend with sperm; and then she realized that they had spent quite a lot of time in this elevator, forcing the rest of the residents to climb the stairs on foot. She quickly changed her position and, kneeling down, began to suck his dick. She didn't give a damn about hygiene, she was not disgusted and it was great. She sometimes recalled how her mother had told her all her life that any other sex than usual was humiliation and that this should be so disgusting! And then, with horror, Mila discovered that her mom and her monkish manners turned out to be a whore. Licking his device to the end, she wiped her lips from sperm and, standing, pressed the fifth button (they lived on the fifth floor). John still could not come to his senses. He buttoned his fly and kissed Mila on the lips, as if thanks for great sex.

Arriving home, Mila went to bed, because she was tired for today, and John went to the kitchen and, sitting over a cup of tea, thought about how they met Mila.

She was 16 at the time, and he was 25. Mila and her parents traveled around the country in a car and picked up John on the road, who then fell out with his director because the former did not want to sleep with him. Mila's parents were bore, however, like all middle-aged people, and were skeptical that she was sitting with an unfamiliar nice guy in the backseat behind them. From John's diary: “I remember that as soon as I got into the car and saw Mila, I immediately wanted it. From her, swayed stunning sexuality; it was a dark girl with a short haircut in a blue thin sundress, fitting her slender, but not absolutely perfect figure, which only made her more unique and attractive. She looked at me all the way to Denver, and I was a little uncomfortable with it. Almost all the way, her ancestors were silent, although dad sometimes asked me various everyday questions, such as where I was going and what I was going to do there, etc.

We drove to the petrol station, and her parents went out to smoke and fill up the car. I suddenly felt a little difficult to breathe. When we were alone, I felt how she stuck her hand between my legs, which is why I immediately got up. She moved closer to me and, clinging close to me, began to bite the earlobe; her hand remained between my legs. She drew her teeth for the earring in my ear, which was a little painful, although it was very exciting. I was afraid to even hug her, because Mila's parents were very close, they were slowly trudging to the car. I wrapped my arm around her waist with one hand, pressed it closer to me, and whispered to her to stop it. Mentally, I already saw us together in bed in the room of some decrepit hotel.

Mila's father began to curse with the gas dealer, probably because of the price; in a dispute, they went very far away, and her mother disappeared somewhere. I could not stand the tension and pushed her into the back seat, pressing her lips to her black lips. I felt the stranger put her tongue into my mouth, and did the same, and reached up with my hand on the skirt. I don’t know if I could stand it all and not fuck her, but, apparently seeing the approaching mommy through the glass, she abruptly pushed me away from me. We were sitting as if nothing had happened. Finally, her, thank God, slow-moving ancestors got into the car and we drove off. I still felt her hand on my pants; I was still standing. I could not even hug her, because dad was constantly looking in the rear-view mirror. My parents started to talk about something, and from their conversation, I realized that today we will spend the night in a motel: Mila’s courage shook me:

She took out her mirror and began to paint her lips, and I looked at her, and suddenly I thought that instead of nasty red lipstick I had my cock, that she was also gently and gently sucking it. Dress was very short. I thought it should be comfortable. ”

When they finally reached the hotel in the evening, John told Mila's father that he didn’t have much money and asked permission to spend the night with them in the room."He frowned, apparently, thinking with his old brains, what was what, and, to my happiness, he allowed, but said that I would pay for dinner then ...