So that this strange, feverish chill, excitement could mean? With great surprise, he listened to himself, watching the average height of the girl, frozen in front of a tall, human-looking, mirror. She looks 18 years old, she has lush hair, a purebred face and deep brown eyes.

Having hidden her small breasts behind the cross of hands, she opened her mouth, examines her reflection, then a weak smile touches her lips. Lowering her arms, opening herself all, she slowly turns and takes a step in his direction. Approaching the sofa on which he was sitting, she knelt down and rubbed her cheek against his leg.

She decided to take a bath. She was standing in a fragrant froth and smiled, not at all embarrassed by his steadfast and cool gaze. With his index finger, he touched her right shoulder, drew an oblique slow line to his left breast, circled around a sharp nipple, and slid into the lazhbinka between the breasts. She threw her head, listened keenly to the movement of his hand, as if trying to read the outline he had drawn. In the meantime, his writing hand slid lower and lower, depicting the stomach with smooth zigzags, drew a soft line along the base of the black triangle, and rushed to the center of the corner - with a start, she slightly spread her legs, giving him access to the entrance.

- - - You misunderstood, - - - he grinned, stroking the soft doors of the intimate shell, and abruptly pulled his hand to the side. - - - Do not stay here, great things are waiting for us!

She appeared ten minutes later, stood at the mirror, assessing herself, and now, again rubbing her cheek on his knee, like a cat begging for affection, and appealed to him with an unthinkable request.