So, we continue to conduct further observation of the occurring events from Kolyan's eventful life of various exploits.

In the previous chapter, our heroes came to a halt secondly after abundant gryppovogo sex, and having come across ytpy not found Olga. Kolyan got up, widely yawned ebalom, found slippers and went to the balcony. Dan was already standing there in the same way.

- Where is Olya? - right away asked Kolyan.

- She's gone.

- Kyda? - he did not frown.

- They were so hard to guess at work.

From these words, he went berserk: - Damn! How it was?

- About two hours ago she was skinned, probably again she was called to the service. The main thing is that the client was richer ...

Kolyan interrupted him, choking with anger:

“Shut up and don't remind me, never.”

Then they just stood there, silently looking around and kypili without a stop. It would probably last long enough until Dan said:

- Come on, take a cup of coffee, yes I'll go, things are there.

They had breakfast in the same silent atmosphere, no one wanted to start a conversation, each of them thought about something of his own. Dan finished his coffee from a stranded unwashed glass, waited and yadalis, leaving Kolyan alone with his thoughts.

He was not at ease, he sat and looked at the ceiling, he could not understand and properly comprehend her postpek. He wanted to call her, went to the telephone, but then he thought about something. He was nurtured by hope, and he would come. With such a mood, he looked at his watch, it was only half past nine, pano. He vrypg turned his attention to the sofa, which was completely neglected by a colorless gel-like liquid, there were spots of blood there and there was another way he knows what, the whole bed was crumpled, the room was even on the walls, it was kind to look at such a sight. He got up to open the windows, and with a big disbelief, he began to throw his bed in order, scraping all that had moved to the walls ...

Before he began this venture, he thought that he was still coming to check in univer, but when he finished giving the divine look to his hut, he realized that he would never do anything. After this venture, he began to look around with joy, all wondered about his eyes and gleamed in a cheerful way.

Everything was good, but one thing reminded him of the opposite, it was a feeling of hunger. As usual in his refrigerator, he did not uncover anything edible. Then he remembered that there was no money either, he warmed up the water and took out his chefirbak, threw out the bulls and poured tea, unfortunately without brewing.

They called the door. When he opened, he saw her. She entered with a loose gait, gesturing with a simple gesture to take off her raincoat and sat down beside him, putting her head on her shoulder and gently hugging her neck. He did not submit any response. Then she stretched out her legs and laid him on her knees. He with the otkryvaniem skinn Olya took her own bag, opened it and took out a pack of kypurs, ran a tongue down his cheek, kissed her and began her story: “You think you think it is nice for me to do this. Not at all. But I have to somehow earn a living for myself. Another exit I do not see. ” Kolyan did not want to hear her, because he did not approve of this, he wanted to get her out of this dream ... but did not know how to do it. A grudge filled the rooms and flew in the air. Olya began to continue: “And if you want to know how I earned this money, you will be interested. I had 4 clients. One of them is permanent. About him I want to tell you. He pays well. Whenever he shoots me, first a gorgeous dinner, then some time we sit at conversations that I absolutely are not interested in, because I know what will be after this and always wait with pleasure: "Hy, what, let's play." I initially disagree, but he tries to speak to me, and in the end, I’m on an excuse. He is very inventive for all sorts of exaggerations there, he likes it and before taking his fantasy into reality will always consult me ​​if it will be nice for me and how best to do it. I see how he goes off with her when I am supple, and I approve of all his actions and actions.It starts up like a beast, but it remains gentle and sexy. Sometimes I still think that he is a complete pervert and a goner, but I don’t care. For example, today, the game was like that. He warmed up the milk so that it was warm, but also not quite hot, so as not to burn the skin. At first, he poured a little on the lip, licked it, and then began to massage it with sharp crooked movements to rub it in. After that, he began to inhale the odor of the female body and milk. He continued it for a long time, stroking his member at the same time from the desire for a member of my flexible lips. His fingers had time to visit all my hidden places. He loved to drive my quisk to them in a frenzy, watching, pushing the entrance to the cave, as I finished, thrusting my fingers together for a long time, climbed with them so that they would incorporate all the love juice that I had eaten and licked it all. I almost did not have to do anything, he did everything himself. Then he emptied the tips of his fingers into the milk, with another pyk accredno massaged my knoll, looked into it, and dribbled all the contents from his fingers to the clitoris. He took a more comfortable position and began to lick him from all sides, helping him to suck his lips. He did it with such pleasure, I got up from the abundance of such caresses, squirming like a snake. You do not believe what happened next. He poured me the rest of the milk and began to drink it from the syrup, everything was mixed up with secretions, but he continued and was impatient, I could not bear this game anymore. I strongly wanted to sit on his baby, so that he soon saddled me, and he did not take long to wait. I lay down on the back, I climbed on top of it so that he could see my butt, which he constantly stroked. He had me so far not finished. He always ends several times, and each time he makes me change poses. He is very welcome in communication and sexually too. When I am young, he gives me more money, and says that you are always ready to help me materially in a difficult minute. ”

She finished her story and took Kolyan for pyky, who had already fluently sweated, had finished five times, and in general had lost her ears from his hearing. I would like from the side to watch her and this woman, at least in the keyhole, at least with a small eye, and ping, ping, ping. His fantasy began to play out so much that he could not stop, his heart began to hurt, his internal pressure increased, his blood flowed through his veins and arteries, he squeezed wildly on his temples, his tongue fell out of his mouth and everything dripped on Olya's boobs. Olya dug out somewhere with a spirits and rubbing it, dripped it in his eyes, and with intensive blows on the cheeks, somehow held him in chuvstva, helped him out on the balcony so that he could check and finally snatch at his blurred consciousness. Papy he was standing. Clutching at the ledge, and swallowed plaintively. Coming into himself, he thanked all the forces of nature, which helped him to be born.

He said Ole:

- Never again tell me how you were betrayed, otherwise I could simply rush to the first thing that came across or anything that moves. In order to ensure the safety of my ebyntsy, otherwise I just bydy furiously heyd them for you until you completely lost the gift of speech.