.. And I’m only here for the second year ... I thought: once they offer, they will love, support ... And everyone doesn’t care about everything! ... Don’t give a damn about children, everything! And they are yelling at me like some mongrel ... They take me for a schoolgirl, they say: “what class are you from, all of yourself?” And I’m twenty-three already ... Geeeeeeeee! ..

- Don't, well, don't, Ksyush, - I stroked her. - Do not. I'm sure you're a great director. I saw how scared you were? You have a very solid look ...

- In managing me, this is ... As with some whore ... Or yelling, mocking ... Parents with shit interfere ... Do you think my heart does not hurt for your Andrew? Do you think less pain than you?

- Well, forgive me, Ksyush, I was wrong. Forgive me

- I do not know ... Geeeeeeeeee! ..

The new portion of the roar was already unbearable. Forgetting about decency, I grabbed Xenia Eduardovna, the unfortunate girl Ksyusha - and began to cover with tears my tearful cheeks, and then my forehead, ears, and neck ...

My impulse was unexpected for me and for Ksyusha.

Likely, therefore she has not pushed me away at once ... and in a second it was too late. Already, kisses were more appropriate than words, and Ksyusha put herself in front of me, and threw back the head, and I felt like a rapidly drowning tone in it, like in a hot whirlpool. Ksyushenka smelled subtle perfumes like lily of the valley ...

- Ksyusha ... Ksyushenka ... Well, don't ... You are glorious ... You are wonderful ... You are such a wonderful girl ... talented ... beautiful ... You are a miracle ... Do not cry, Ksyushenka ... - I told her, kissing the delicate skin, salty from tears. Ksyusha no longer sobbed, but only loudly and often breathed - the more often, the more I kissed her, going mad with her chilling charm. My lips tickled the delicate neck, collarbone, went down below, below ...

The hops of her body hit me in the head, and I forgot everything in the world. Without stopping to kiss her, I unbuttoned my blouse, felt the delicate skin beneath her ... The fabric gradually slipped off her shoulders, thin, glorious, and opened two milk-puffy balls tied with lace underwear ...

“Don't ...” Ksyusha whispered timidly when I unzipped my back. “No, please,” she asked hoarsely when I pulled the straps off my shoulders, pulling the white lace down and freeing the balls from captivity.

When released, they swayed and stared at me with hard peaks. I have never seen such a big and touching chest ...

“Your breast is too luxurious for the director, Ksenia Eduardovna,” I said, pulling in a delicate nipple and squeezing another with my fingers.

Her breasts — soft, supple, like buns — rose up and vibrated under my fingers, stubbornly protruded forward, scratching my cheek with a swollen nipple ... It was unbearable. Mortally wanted to dive into this shamelessly tight flesh, dip a burning trunk there, drown it in a sweet ocean ...

I have never been so drunk female body. Ksenia Eduardovna long ago whined, whispering from time to time "do not", and her fingers unconsciously ruffled my hair.

- There are no such sweet directors. Such tender, tender ... delicious ... - I muttered, torturing a hard nipple and forcing Ksyusha to wheeze and beat in my arms.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized that all this does not go into any gate. And Ksyusha understood ... But ... puffy hemispheres swollen from love, and all Ksyushino's warm body, half-dressed, trembling, and invisible sparks cracking between us - all this was stronger and more important, and ... Us I was drawn to each other in such a way that we were trembling with an eager, mortal tremor, and in our ears rang like a faint.

... Still, I pulled away from her and looked into the brilliant, crazy eyes. Ksyushenka was all disheveled, her face was smeared with spreading mascara, her mouth was half-open, like in young children, when they are surprised or worried ...

I asked with a look: "yes?"

“Don't ...” Ksyusha whispered again ... but her eyes screamed at me - “DAAAAAAAH! ...” - and I clung to her lips.

Ksyusha instantly answered me - eagerly, desperately ... I leaned forward - and I felt that I was already gone, but there were only lips, and tongues, and bodies, and inescapable sweetness, enveloping me from top to bottom, like a candied nut ...

The girl did not know how to kiss at all, but she wanted me so brutally that she bit all my lips. We dragged clothes from each other, without stopping the kiss, pulled and tore away the damn fabric, until we burned each other with bare stomachs and breasts. Thin big-breasted Ksyusha butted me with nipples and climbed on me like a monkey. Her eyes were completely clouded, and the tongue, waiting for my caresses, protruded from the half-open mouth, like a sting. I tried unsuccessfully to pull off her skirt, - and croaked:

- Help ...

She undid, I jerked her hips, not even admiring the lace panties, wet as a handkerchief, - threw her on the floor, frantically jerked her pants, got his unit, not wanting to get out of the damned rags ...

Ksyusha was naked and hobbled up, lying on the floor in front of me and looked with horror at what was between my legs.

- Spread the legs ... Hurry, hurry, well what are you ... - I spread her legs - and flew with a swing into a hot, wet, sticky gut that wrapped the trunk so sweet that I howled like a puppy ...

She grabbed the air with her mouth - and I fucked her, squeezed her chest and died from an animal, primitive buzz. Two seconds later, she frantically podmahivala me, closing her eyes - whether from sweetness, or from shame - and tightly wrapped me in the walls of the vagina, elastic and tender, like all of her.

I felt grateful to all of her female economy, flung open to meet me like a flower to meet the rain, and gave the girl my strength, breaking into her ears and reaching her very hungry, wet womb. I have an aggregate that is so hefty - and on Ksyusha it was filled up like a mammoth tusk. Ksyusha squirmed, wheezed and arched beneath me, and squeezed me with her strained legs, and pulled me to her, so that I could impregnate her everywhere, from top to bottom, from head to toe ...

I rode on it so much that we drove along the carpet of her office until we rested against the baseboard. The angle of the wall limited it, and now I could break into it even deeper and denser - to pain in the pubis and in flattened eggs.

“So I drove you into a corner,” I croaked, furiously slapping eggs through a wet crack. Ksyusha screamed and opened her eyes. This thought evidently impressed her because her thighs suddenly started up like a swing, gaining momentum with each push, and her chest arched with a trembling bridge.

Realizing that I would be with her now, and rejoicing in immense joy for the girl, I increased the pressure as much as possible, and quickly crushed both her breasts with my hands. More, more ... and more ... the last drop was missing, Ksyusha howled with a beluga and looked at me imploringly, like a slave at a deity; and then I grabbed her bud, felt in the sticky folds a pea clit, bit his finger into it, vibrated on it ...

Then, finally, it HAPPENED. Ksyusha poured, swelling with her thick force - and burst, and exploded, expired sweet death, squirming under me like an eel.

In orgasm, she squeaked thinly, ridiculously, like a cat, and bit her lips, trying to lock the orgasm in herself - but he burst out of her, and Ksyusha cracked all the seams, and finally could not stand it - howled with her hoarse bass, squeezing my arms and legs and planted on me all the way ... She pressed me cell to cell, not wanting to lose a single spark, a single drop of semen, not a single spermatozoon, and spasmed with the whole body fused into me and devoured me with a vagina like a dragon; and I wheezed with relief, seeding her hungry womb ...

***

Probably it all decided. Double orgasm - such a thing that brings people together once and for all, no matter what happens next. If people stayed together in one body, if they were torn by single discharges of bliss and pain, they will forever keep in themselves the trail of this intimacy, for which only death ...

When we departed from bodily catastrophe, lying on top of each other - suddenly there was a knock at the door.

We soared, as announced. “The door is not locked,” Ksusha whispered in horror, and I jumped to the door, dripping the remnants of sperm onto the carpet, and quickly, like a conjurer, threw a latch.

Ufff ... I managed!

- One minute! Wait! - the voice did not obey Ksyushi.He did not want to be directors; he only wanted to rumble and moan, and meow, and vibrate in thick overtones, like a second ago ...

We dressed in panic. As always happens, things did not obey us: the buttons did not want to be fastened, the fabric did not want to fit where it should be ... Having packed half a sin, we sat down on chairs, taking an idiot-official look. Disheveled, shaken up, covered in streams of carcass, half licked by me, Ksyusha looked grandiose - and yes, of course, I am no better.

- Enter!

The door slammed without opening ... "Heck, damn it!" - I rushed to the door, opened ...

And barely stood on his feet.

- Andrew ?! You ... what are you doing here ?!

- I did not bother you? - Andrew entered the office. He looked indescribable: cunning, agitated, and at the same time happy and happy, like a whole herd of elephants. - Klav-Semenna said that it is already possible.

- Klavdiya Semenovna?! ..

- Well yes. She is sitting there, - Andrew showed in the direction of the reception. “I've been here under the doors for half an hour.” And she does not let: he says - busy. Yes, you yourself hear, he says. Let the people be alone and go out yourself, there is nothing to hang around here. Go for a walk in the corridor, I'll call you ... And I called. Says: it seems you can already ...

- Ah ... and ... - My jaw dropped, and I moved it with difficulty. - And ... what did you do? With fever? I told you to sit at home ?!

“And I came so that you would not beat Ksenia Eduardovna here,” Andryukha squinted slyly. - She's so cool! I only understood yesterday ... When Daddy Ankin came, the Mordovorot was concrete, he wanted to smudge me on the wall - and she had him by the collar of the class! ... Even though it is twice as low ... Ksenia Eduardovna, is your folder not that strong? I have it hot, a little mad, but generally good ...

When we left the school - the three of us, holding all together by the hands - the old watchman said clearly to us after:

- Director, me too. The girl ...

- Do you allow yourself ?! How are you talking to the director ?! Well, get up! Quickly! Blossom here! The commission will come - quickly bring you to life! Ksenia Eduardovna, in my opinion, you are too kind to subordinates! - I yelled, and crimson Ksyusha bloomed again with her impossibly sweet smile ...