(By phone)

- No, Maxim, do not come. Yes, my boy will not come today, but why?

- Well, like that, do not you sit alone at home on Saturday evening. Not good somehow. I'll make you a company, because your dude won't come anyway.

- Listen, it's all over for a long time between us, a whole year has passed since we last met. I love Kohl and he is not going to betray him. Besides, you also seem to have a girl now, ”said Jeanne, mockingly.

- Well, yes, there is. But who is talking about treason there are some? Sit, drink wine, talk. Yes, I will not pester you, not ssy.

- Well, I do not know, Maxim. In my opinion this is not a good idea. And what if Kohl still pops up? How will I explain to him then?

- Yes, I'll talk to him myself, like a man, (ha-ha)!

- Stop it, everything, the conversation is over, until you decide to come, I still won't let you go. And I'll tell my dad everything. You know dad.

Jeanne hung up the phone, wiping sweat from her forehead. She abruptly jumped up from the couch and went to the kitchen. The girl looked very annoyed. Although her boyfriend sometimes liked to see her in this state. She reminded him of a wild, unbroken horse, which he himself told her. And apparently did not deceive his beloved.

Despite the fullness, usually not painting nineteen-year-old girls, Jeanne looked very attractive. An oval face with large expressive brown eyes and plump lips, framed by nature with curly, long golden hair. Large soft breasts swayed heavily with every movement. The round tummy smoothly passed into wide hips tightly covered with trousers.

The girl lit a cigarette, and nervously healed. This call did not give her peace. To tell the truth, she loved Kohl very much and would not want to change him for anyone, especially for such a scumbag as Maxim. However, she could not give Maxim a hard “turn-up”. No one could, so she was raised by her strict parents. Moreover, she was afraid to be rude to men, unable to overcome some animal fear in front of them. The doorbell made the girl flinch. From surprise, she dropped from the hands of the remote control from the TV and jumped up. “Is he really?” Flashed through her mind. Nervously pulling out her blouse, she headed for the door, fingering all the curses she was capable of. Opening the door, she realized that she was not mistaken. Maxim stood in front of her, with an impudent little smile on his face and a cellophane bag in his hand giving out his simple content.

Jeanne did not even have time to open her mouth as the guy walked into the apartment, literally pushing her away. He confidently threw off his sneakers and jacket and said ... “Hello, friend. And throwing a phone is not good when they talk to you. For such things and pussies can get. But I forgive you this time. Let's figure out some snacks, I picked up a booze. ” Jeanne decided to wait for some time to come up with a more practical way to get rid of an unpatched guest, but she didn’t cross and after a minute they were sitting at the table.

Maxim poured often and in lots. After a few glasses, the girl caught herself thinking that she was starting to get drunk. They talked a little, mostly exchanging on-duty phrases like ... "Have you seen that ?; Do you remember this? ”, Well, in that spirit. Gaining courage, Jeanne said resolutely ... "Maxim, it's time for you, it's too late."

- And how to say goodbye to your boy?

“We parted a long time ago, you know that,” the girl sank into a chair without imagining what it might end up with.

- But fuck me, we broke up or what ... Well, come on, kiss your handsome boy before I got really angry, - he came close to her, took him under his arms and pulled her to him. - Kiss fucking who said ?!

Joan touched her bristly chin with tight lips, while he cheekily sucked her mouth and crimson cheeks for resentment. Humiliated by such an appeal, the girl began to push away the villain, but then there was the savory sound of a strong slap. In surprise, Joan squatted, pressing her hand to her burning cheek. In the silence there were muffled sobs, the first tears appeared on the girl's face.

- Bastard, scum, you answer for this! - Jeanne rushed to the offender.

The guy predicted her intentions and grabbed the girl by his lush breasts struck several more powerful slaps in the face. The girl squealed in pain and backed away from him. With a jerk, he pulled her to him again.

- Do you want another pizdyuley, creature?

- Please do not hit, Maksik, do not hit, do not! - already in a pleading, but still in an angry voice the durkha babbled.

- Will you kiss or repeat the lesson, my love? - Having put all his cynicism into this phrase, Max said.

Jeanne did not answer. She was squatting in the corner near the refrigerator and quietly sobbed her palms against her face.

- Well, well, bitch, did not want to kiss her boyfriend in the lips, so now you will kiss in another place. And do not say later that he did not warn. With these words, the guy moved towards his victim while unbuttoning his fly. Having buried his dick almost in the face of the girl, he abruptly swung and cried ... "Well, come on, fuck, kiss!"

It was quite enough that the already intimidated goat began to cover with kisses the cock that smelled sharply with mololya and assholes. She deliberately diligently carried out his humiliating order, hoping not to get another batch of beatings, but did not even think about the fact that only inflames his perverse desires.

- Take it in your mouth, nipple, completely take it! - Max imperiously put his hand on her golden curls and began to set the direction of her head.

Zhanna seemed afraid to be late with the fulfillment of instructions and rushed to perform in mid-sentence. She already with champing and squishing sent a dick to her slapped mouth. At that moment, her boyfriend, Kolka, introduced herself to her. She felt terribly embarrassed by the fact that she had never given him such pleasure, despite his affectionate persuasion, and then she played up some kind of scumbag as a real prostitute.

“I suppose you don't put your fucking mouth on your pony, bitch.” On normal boys even train?

Zhanna could not stand such insults. She jerked her head with force, thereby causing considerable pain to her tormentor.

- Padla, proshmandovka, uybina! I'll fuck you creature! - and then a stream of serious blows flew at her. Max beat without rushing, mostly with his feet, falling on the ribs, tits, pussy.

- I'm sorry, Maksik, please! - the girl, completely lost her will, grabbed the leg kicking her and began kissing her passionately.

Already departed from pain in his groin, the guy sat down on the floor, taking a breath. - Come on, come on bitch, you can take off your socks, I allow it! - with pathos he said.

Jeanne ripped off the socks of the rapist’s feet and pressed her swollen lips to her slightly sweaty feet.

After a few long minutes, on her own initiative, she licked the boy's hairy eggs and inner thighs and then swallowed the dick to its very foundation. Jeanne felt the characteristic contractions of the hated penis. She pulled up her jacket hoping that he would finish on her tits, as did her boy, whom she never allowed to finish in her mouth. But this type was not that. He pulled her head back a little, ordered her mouth to open, and calling him his “fucking waffler” began to lower. He smeared cum on her scarlet lips with a dick, and then holding her hair tightly, he turned his backside and pressed her nose to his ass.

- Farewell kiss, honey. Do not miss, I'll be back. You will serve everyone to whom I’ll set you up if you don’t want your little ass to know about it.

Then he left, and the exhausted girl could not come to her senses for a long time. One thought was spinning in my head ... "They made waffle cheers ..."