Theoretically, in the depths of the subconscious, Sophie, in the world of Sophia, should have kept the order for this conversation. Therefore, when Alex received agreement in a somewhat confused voice, he realized that practically the pupa was still in his power. Although of course the girl herself did not understand why it was early in the morning (it was 12 o'clock in the morning for her) she should give an interview to a completely unfamiliar journalist (Sophie’s previous meeting with Telegin had faded from her memory). Yes, even at home ...

Oddly enough, the abode of the singer on Rublevka, so fashionable in glamorous circles, was not located. Sophia lived (if this word is applicable to a doll), also in the center of Moscow, about fifteen minutes walk from the cafe where the journalists just treated themselves. Mitya, as it turned out, was not a first-generation Muscovite, so the City Center knew by heart. Therefore, it was not surprising that the guys quickly found the house they needed. It was a new three-storey mansion with apartments inside. In one of them, and it was necessary to find Sophie. In an elite house so easy to go was impossible. Code locks, however. Alex again dialed the number of the singer

- Sorry, of course, but we are already at your house ...

- Who you are... ? And, I remembered. All right, come on in.

The lock clicked, and the door let the reporters inside. Then they proceeded under the watchful gaze of the security guard in a glass dressing room in the direction of the singer's apartment.

She opened them herself. A little seemingly sleepy, but so immaculately beautiful. A bit of disheveled hair, sweet blond face, blue innocent eyes. And a magnificent carved figure, dressed in a pink silk robe. Even Mitya, despite his homosexual inclinations, began to breathe rapidly.

- I warn you right away that agreeing to give you an interview doesn’t mean that you are eating unlimited time. I can give you ten to fifteen minutes.

“Enough for us,” Alex grunted, and nudged the “colleague”, slightly crazed with delight.

“Come in,” Sophie led them into one of the large rooms with a snow-white furniture set — a considerable sofa and two armchairs that looked like shells. Not even honoring the offer of coffee, the girl sat on the sofa, sexually exposing a long slender leg. In pants in Telegina began to ferment.

But they were experts in their field. Realizing that the happiness of such a conversation is fleeting and does not happen so often, Mitya is quite professional, and then Alex also began the interview. Its details here is nothing. The usual journalistic conversation about creativity, about plans, about the new album. Sophie even changed her anger to mercy, allowing her to take a picture at home. First in this room, then Alex asked only for Teenager to take pictures in his favorite room. The girl, fascinated by the conversation, agreed. Leaving Mitya alone (Alex promised to share precious shots with him), they went on through the huge spacious apartment. Sophie's favorite room turned out to be a bedroom with an enormous, plasma-screen TV.

- How do I become?

- You have to lie down ...

- Well - the girl agreed - That's it.

She lay down on the sofa, making a funny expression on her face.

“And now, dear Sophie, I'll lie down next to you.”

- What? - I almost screamed doll. But the reporter's attentive gaze silenced her sharply. She went limp.And when Telegin with an impatient gesture tore off her robe from her and saw a super body in blue panties, she did not even resist. Alex squeezed her blonde boobs with his hands. It was a pleasure.

Strongly squeezing the nipple with his fingers, he with pleasure led it from side to side. The dolly groaned, twitching. Grabbing the blonde for full breasts, Alex widened the pupa's legs wider and lay down right on her, starting to make translational movements. The blonde was pretty damn narrow. This is again noted Telegin. When Alex thrust her, she screamed and shivered with her whole body. Then, with a groan, she threw her head back, and, breathing heavily, began to observe how Vadik was stringing her onto her protruding penis. Having finished, Telegin got up, straightened up and slowly fastened his fly ... Tidying up his clothes, he threw a robe over Sophie

- Get dressed, honey and continue the photo session.

Soon the girl was dressed and her mind began to work from the moment when Alex asked her to lie down on the bed. After making a couple of chaste shots, the satisfied Alex and the slightly battered singer left the room.

- What took you so long? - hissed Mitya, - Time is limited.

- Yes, something foti junk.

After giving another five minutes to the interview, Sophie soon urged them to leave the apartment. Like, it's time for her to the studio. But the deed was done, so the satisfied guys, unconditionally fulfilled the request of the singer.

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