I will not reveal this place, but according to the description, maybe someone himself would guess where this story took place)

Yulia, a Muscovite, has already than once thanked this place for the opportunity to sunbathe without prying eyes. A ten-minute journey from a comfortable beach along narrow inter-rocky paths did not particularly attract those who wanted to. And if you come very early in the morning, you can safely sunbathe without a swimsuit on large ledges of rocks crashing into the sea. It was especially pleasant until nine o'clock in the morning, until the stones could warm up under the sun.

This is exactly what the heroine of this story was doing, lying on her back, turning away her pretty face from the sun, and changing the sound of the oncoming waves with a Norwegian singer, who was popular in that year, singing in a player. Strangely enough, but it was the player that significantly influenced the further development of events in the first day of the holiday.

In general, she really wanted to come here with her husband, but at the last moment he was sent on a business trip in the opposite direction from the sea. Husband, though he himself insisted that Yulia go anyway, in fact, being a jealous man, was very upset and called daily. For this reason, the phone sunbathed along with Julia, reflecting the Crimean sun with its jewelry. Of the clothes on Yulia, only a wedding ring remained, the absence of a tan trail from which could greatly upset her husband, who had difficulty in resigning to the Julian habit of sunbathing with the minimum number of obstacles between her and the sun.

What really prompted the same direction of the two Ukrainian lads history is silent. But, most likely, the reason was the reluctance to appear in the eyes of friends, in front of which the guys went to see off two Muscovites with promising forms from one of the beach discos. Thanking for the company and for various treats, the girls accompanied the closing of the door of their rooms with a traditional “Dynamo” smile.

To the depths of the soul, the upset guys (let's call them Semen and Dima) took vodka, and, struggling with internal, more precisely with the interfusion contradictions, moved in the direction described above. There their history intersected with the history of Muscovite Julia, a sporty brunette who loves Norwegian music ...

- Dimon, check out the chick!

- Where?

- Yes, down below, on the stone.

- Exactly! Let's get closer ...

- Let's take a picture of it first (Simon pulled out a mobile phone), and then we'll scare.

- No, do not frighten, you see, it is in the player. Above all, do not block her sun.

Julia was lying on her back, recklessly spreading her legs wide. Realizing the complete impunity of the photo shoot taking place, the guys shot Yulia in all the smallest details. And from the Julia headphones still came the dance rhythms.

- Syoma, I can not stand it anymore! Let's fuck her!

Syoma has already studied the contents of the mobile phone hostess. On him, Sema filmed several candid plans.

- Yeah, come on! And sit down today. - Semyon was focused. - Wait, there is an idea. You see, in her room "Husband". Here he is surprised to see these pictures!)

- Exactly! Let's send!

- Let's better send you to the thread. You, what, do not catch up, what can we do now?

- What?! - The strength of the dime heats has long been on the verge.

Semyon had the same situation with swimming trunks, and he no longer wanted to waste time on Dima.

- Hey, princess! - Simon tickled sleeping beauty for the heel.

Julia jumped up in fright, and closed her charms with the towel on which she lay.

- What do you want?? Who are you???

Julia's voice was heard for a kilometer around. And even though there was no one there at that time, Simon decided to take matters into his own hands.

- Do not worry. What is your name?

- Julia.

- Is that your phone?

- Yes.

- "Husband" on your phone?

- Yes (Yulin's voice began to tremble, foreboding evil)

- Is it your photo? (From the screen of her mobile phone, Julia opened all her charms, accompanied by a smile welcoming the early Crimean sun)

“Mine,” Julia admitted, moving her already firmly shifted thighs even further. - and he will come soon! - Yulin's uncertainly quivering voice liberated the guys finally.

- Now, that would come quickly, I will send this photo to him.

- Not!!! Do not!!! You are welcome!!!

The guys, feeling the victory, looked lustfully at each other.

- And what will happen to us for not sending?

Julia started digging into her purse. After a long search, she handed the blackmailers all the money found in her purse.

- Thank you, honey! - said Simon, putting money in his pocket. “But we didn't quite mean it.”

Lustful looks already burned through the towel closing Julia, and in her mind she had already accepted the loss. The desires of the guys were located much further, but they were not averse to stretching pleasure)

- Take off the towel, honey.

- No (mentally Julia has already shot it, but tried to emphasize the significance of this event, in the hope that with a striptease it will somehow be possible to limit it)

- Yes, I do not insist, - Simon was preparing a text message for the departure, - Here, Yul, look, you are lying with your legs apart, and Dimon is next (in that photo, Dima carefully arranged his hand to create the effect of idyll). - I wonder what her husband will say?

This, in fact, the sentence, Julia responded silently. She sat sideways on the ass and knees, threw off the towel, covering her neat breast of the second size with her hand.

Feeling that the “victim” is ready, the guys for five minutes entertained themselves with questions about Julia's intimate life with her husband. Yulia answered cautiously, realizing that everything said could be immediately tried against her.

- Yul, let us fuck you once and then you will go to your husband, - Dima wanted to get to the point as soon as possible.

With the fact that her fuck, Julia had already resigned. And she considered it possible to try to put forward counter claims.

- Do whatever you want, I will not resist, but just protect yourself, give me the phone, and erase all the pictures on yours.

Dima wanted to indignantly with so many conditions, but his eyes stopped him.

- Ok, said Simon. Close your eyes, open your mouth, and if you do everything qualitatively and swallow everything with pleasure, then after an hour you will be able to calmly sunbathe on.

Having done blowjob only five times, and then to her husband after much persuasion, Yulia decided that in such conditions it is not worth breaking, since oral sex is the best for her from the options that have been created.

And now the eyes are closed, in the language the gravity of the non-male member ... Someone’s hand was pushing it deeper and deeper ... The rest of the hands brazenly studied her young married body.

Slava (husband), was jealous, probably, having seen this blowjob. Julia used all her knowledge, hoping that the guys would end up once. But having strongly bent over a member of Semen, Julia understood that she would no longer protect her ass kicked today ...

Well, if only today. So much dirt and a week before leaving for her husband ...

To be continued)

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