- Oh, don't talk beautifully! ... Everything will be as it was already ... Yes, and you, come, tired ... Maybe we can better rest and sleep? ..

But saying this, Ninel does not release his birdie from the palm of his hand and, moreover, with light strokes and tosses as if encourages him to disagree with her.

- Yes, it will be as it was, if we do not invent something else ...

- Again you are for the old! And do not think!

She removes her hand from an object that has just examined her fingers with considerable curiosity, turns her back to him, bends her knees to her stomach and in an orderly tone says:

- Everything! ... Enough! ... Sleep and let me sleep!

Zhenya leans towards her ear and whispers:

- Do not want - sleep, but do not bother me!

And for a long time the lip of her ear was rubbing with her lips, then the neck under it, slightly massaging her buttocks with her left palm, and when they began to tremble, he decided with his little finger to play with her anus. But neither go this way further, nor cross over to the other side of the perineum, the spirit is not enough. In the first case, he feared that if he were hurt, a new, unflattering explanation would follow, which would cause him to interrupt the siege. And in the second, with only one thought that he would have to face the ruined, swollen genitals again, all his members dropped. Therefore, he decides to act differently so far: he pushes her hand under her elbow and begins to palpate the flesh of her breast and nipple, reaches for it with her mouth and at the same time presses her breast and the other hand on her shoulder that she turns over the shoulder blade. But her knees are still bent and tightly closed. Intentionally, she left them in this position or not; he was no longer particularly interested.

- Will you turn over weakly one more time, but only face down and stand on your knees? - not asks, does not offer Zhenya.

So there was no answer, he tries to do it himself, but to no avail, because her body is heavy and very heavy. And then, having gathered his spirit, he moves with lightning speed to that part of the bed where her feet were, gets on her haunches, spreads her knees, lowers her face between her thighs and, squinting her eyes, begins to lick everything that comes to his tongue. Ninel sighed, her knees firmly squeeze his head, and his fingers cling to the back of his head and so pressed to his bosom that his nose rests against her frontal hillock and he breathes. In order to make at least one breath of air, he has to resort to a maneuver: to plunge the tongue between something resembling small lips, and move it up, tickle the trigger, I mean the funnel, brush it in my teeth and lightly squeeze it .. She howled and let go of his head for a moment, which allowed him to lift her and take a long-awaited sigh. Having been relieved in this way, he resumes the lesson interrupted for a second. But already with some interest: what follows next.

True, nothing further happens. To her, apparently, these his actions came to his liking, which cannot be said about him. But he continues them in the hope that the moment will nevertheless come when she will let know that, they say, it’s enough to distract from the main thing, that it’s time to start a decisive assault ...

So without waiting for such a signal, Zhenya stops, stretches his head out of the gorge of her interbury, and says:

- You well?

- Why again on "you"? - A question to the question answers Ninel.

- You feel good?

- Why?

- And the fact that I'm a little tired and afraid that my cock would not lose his fighting qualities ... How is he there? Do not look?

- And you do not feel?

- If I did, I would not ask ...

- How can I do this? You can't be seen ...

- And hands on that? Fingers! Fingers! ... That's it ... And what does it show up there?

- Nothing! ..

- Like anything? Lost? ... And where is the condom? ..

- No, you misunderstood me ... I wanted to say that ...

- What is nothing so sad there?

- Exactly ... And the cockerel seems to be swaggering, and a rubber band on it! ..

- Well, that's great! ... Maybe it's time he went into battle again?

And without waiting for an answer, he once again moves back, lifts herself up on her knees, hugs her knees and, tightly pressing them to each other, lifts as high as possible, moves to her pelvis and pokes his dart where he is supposed to be . He quickly finds the right path and sinks into the depths of her womb. This time, this depth is not so vast, so that the friction on its inner surface is quite noticeable.

- That's better? - asks Zhenya and quickens his blows.

Feeling the approach of the end and wanting to distance him at least a little, he again begins to count to himself: once, twice, and three ... But he does not have time to get to ten, as he clearly feels convulsive shudders of her cocks and simultaneous, for a split second , shaking her scabbard around his dart. As a result, he, in spite of his will, almost immediately splashes out everything that has accumulated in him for two months of abstinence. Ninel bites his nails into his buttocks and a few more minutes after he becomes motionless and lets go of her legs, continues to hold him to himself without allowing him to leave his bosom.

After three or four minutes, it still gives him the opportunity to rise.

“I am now,” he says, getting up barefoot on the floor, and heading for the door. - We must free ourselves from what is no longer needed.

He approaches a garbage can near the stove, pulls a condom off his own bob and throws it into this bucket, then unlocks the door and leaves through a short corridor to the porch to urinate. Due to well-known circumstances, it is not immediately possible to squeeze a jet out of itself, and as soon as it began to pour, steps were heard around the corner. It was impossible to stop what was started, and there was nothing else to do but to turn to face the wall while continuing to water the bollard at home. “True, I am naked,” he thought, “but maybe in the predawn ones will remain invisible.” Steps meanwhile approaching. Zhenya looks around and makes out a strongly reeling from side to side and something muttering a figure, which, having caught up with him, suddenly falls, the food does not knock his legs down. Having finally completed what he was here for, Zhenya bends down and sees that his neighbor lies on the steps of the porch.

Especially they did not know, only greeted when they had to face on the street. Most often this happened in the evening, when Zhenya, running home after work to “straighten feathers,” fled to the city, and a neighbor with his wife, a tall and rather pretty lady, probably over 30 years old, walked towards and, smiling, dropped to him: “Well, what, in a mess are you in a hurry? ... Well, well, well! It's a young thing. ” Now, when Wife succeeded, if he did not lift him to his feet, he was able to turn him over and sit him on the upper step, and he could only squeeze himself out:

- You see, it seems I went over it ... Now I will have a buch from a woman ... He will say, he was on a squat ... What to do? ... I can’t go anymore ...

- Help, eh? - Zhenya is interested.

- Yes, - the neighbor agrees, - help to rise and get to the door ...

Zhenya grabs him by the torso, hardly lifts and drags along the corridor past his door to the next one, knocks on it and, when it opens, tries to bring the neighbor’s very limp and rather heavy body inside. His wife looks a little bit crazy from one to the other and, shaking her head, says:

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