Turn around, says - I turned. Let me touch - well, touch, please. He quietly felt me ​​like that - everywhere, he did not miss anything. It was a long time. Then he said that I lay down. I lay on my stomach. He touched me, kissed me, legs, fingers, everything, she thoughtfully enumerated, and he looked at her toes, she wiggled them a little, as if reviving the memories. Pink thumb pounced on the next, as if fighting with him.

Enchanted, he looked at these stirring little creatures, at the tender ankle, at the pale blue veins of the veins on the bone. Then he stretched out his hand and stroked her foot, with affection and confidence, and the leg suddenly relaxed in his hand. Fingers froze, stopping fussing, splayed. And suddenly he squeezed his narrow foot, hard, so that she could not move anymore.

Irina said nothing to this, only sighed. And he felt an unbearable desire to kiss her to death, so that his skin swelled and burned with a flush.

“... then he said he would give more if I did that.”

He woke up:

- What will I do?

“I'll lie with him there,” she answered quietly.

- Where? - he asked. His voice was tense.

- In the pope.

- What??

“I told you that you wouldn’t like it,” she said almost in a whisper.

- And you...

She nodded.

- Once. Only once, ”she said apologetically. - I almost licked, everything is smelly, hair and ...

- Are you justifying ?? - blood rushed to his face. - Mother dear ...

He detachedly let go of the little leg, and stood up.

- Did you lick your ass? This old man?

She nodded:

- It's not as scary as it turned out.

- Mother dear ... - he muttered. - For three hundred tanks ...

“Over a hundred,” she said.

- And the rest ??

“I took it in my mouth,” she said casually.

He almost fell.

With horror, he peered into her face, innocent, tender, with traces of tears. A red nose. Plump pink lips, slightly parted, as she looked at him with a slight surprise. Probably, it was amazed that this was how he soared.

“I just licked off the edge and took it to my lips, shallowly, and immediately spit it out ... I said that I didn’t want to do it ... and he said," Well, all right, do not. "

He suddenly understood now, looking at a half-naked girl sitting on the couch with light disheveled hair, with her knees pressed to her chest, that something had happened that he had not experienced for many years. A strange thing happened - he fell in love. Fell in love with a young novice prostitute. Blackmailer Damn it.

“Stand up,” he asked quietly.

- What is this for?

“I said get up,” he said wearily.

She slid off the couch, reluctantly got to her feet, threw the lock from her forehead. Her belly quivered. Bra tightly tightened small breasts. The toes on the legs nervously clenched and unclenched.

“Well,” she squeezed tensely, “what else?”

He took her hand and pulled her to him.

- I want to hug you.

And he pulled her close. His hands walked down her back, from neck to buttocks, shaking and caressing. She trembled in his arms.

- It hurts so much.

He squeezed it even harder.

- And so?

“Y-yes,” she almost croaked.

He looked into her eyes, continuing to knead her body. He pulled off her panties lower, he clung to her buttock, as if in a dough, forcing her to cry out. Her body fluttered, and he felt a rage that was not out. He was eaten up by an unbearable desire to bite her. To strike so that it roars, as then. When he pulled out of her virginity with a root, like a sore tooth, and she proceeded with a frantic cry, shuddering and writhing over him, with a thick dick in his narrow vagina.

“Never,” he said softly, “never do such a thing that I want to kill you for.”

She grinned like a tigress, breathing heavily.

“Promise,” he demanded.

She suddenly sobbed, helplessly and plaintively, and laid her head on his shoulder. And he loosened the grip. Quietly, almost inaudibly, he heard:

- I promise ...

He turned her face towards him and kissed the girl on her soft lips.

- And now ... we really need to leave.