A week has passed. With Dasha, we have not reconciled. She was too proud to call first. I simply did not care. I did not promise her anything. Nothing offered. How he wants hell fucking call. However, you see, I just wanted to fuck. All week I settled things at the institute for recovery, downloaded films, and also roamed the bars in the company of old friends. In addition, parents called from Turkey - they promised to return this week. With booze, I tried to tie up, but after this news I decided how they would come, so I would tie it up, but for the time being I had to pull myself to the fullest.

While the other friends swallowed beer in glasses, and then filled it with pinkish cocktails, I and Sasha tried to pick up the girls for the next night. A month ago, I could only dream in my audacious fantasies that I would play first and second pilots in search of leisure activities for the night with a Korefan. And now the brave eagles, spread their menacing wings, patrol the bar in search of prey. For fun, we decided to pretend to be a foreigner and a translator. I was a foreigner. Wandering around the dance floor, eighty percent filled with skirts and twenty trousers, I suddenly saw a couple of cuties drinking absinthe at the bar counter. Link eagles went to them. Both girls were extremely charming. The luxurious black curly hair fell on the shoulders of one of them, framing her tanned face, her slender figure was wrapped in a white T-shirt with some sugary inscriptions, and the highlight of her figurine — a trimmed butt — was hidden under pale blue shorts. She drank her absinthe and burst into infectious laughter. Multicolored lights reflected in her black eyes. I mentally licked my lips. Then I looked around and the second cutie. The same black hair, only straight and shorter. A gold chain gleamed on its tanned neck. Her forms, too, were masterfully carved according to the sketch of Aphrodite. Elastic buttocks, neat breasts, a flat stomach, tanned arms and legs, stretching out from under the blue dress. By that moment I had not yet seen her face, but it was difficult to spoil the already matured image.

We approached the chicks and spoke first to my friend.

- Good evening, girls. Excuse me for interrupting your sweet conversation, but my patron, John from the state of New Jersey, has already overcome me with his desire to be presented to you ...

I barely restrained myself from laughing. Sasha masterfully approached the idea. The girls burst into paint. Then the one, whose face was still hidden from me, turned and said:

- Well, imagine!

It seemed my jaw dropped. Before that she was beautiful. Black as night eyes, pinkish lipstick, etc., etc. In short, I crush on her and could not look away. Sasha continued to mumble something, storming the second heart, and we stood and looked at each other. Then Sasha looked at me, obviously waiting for something. Looks like I should have said something now.

- Sorry, I "ve the girl," I smiled, but I couldn’t bother with paint. Maybe she knew English, or maybe she just realized that the compliment was addressed to her.

In the meantime, my friend continued to spud the girls. We ordered a beer, the girls were treated to another portion of their drink. I continued to build myself an American John, speaking on the "ruglish". The girls drank and laughed. We met. It turns out that the one that I’m hit on was called Anya, and the second was Larisa. I tried to improvise and compose a quatrain addressed to Anya. I'm not sure what happened, but fifteen minutes after meeting and mentioning, they say, I have a hundred thousand dollars in my bank, I stood with Anya in the middle of the dance floor and enjoyed her lips and tongue. It took the poor translator about twenty minutes to let Larissa allow him to paw her ass. I glanced in the direction of the rest of my friends: they sat behind the bar and whipped whiskey.“In every way, we follow different goals!” - thought.

- "Whispering."

“Okay,” she replied.

I exchanged a glance with Sasha and took Anya from the bar. Continuing to babble in English, he took her farther and farther away. Laughing loudly and passing the reception desk, we climbed into the elevator. Inside the booth, the only thing that broke the peace and quiet was her breathing quickened. When the scoreboard showed “6”, the doors parted and we emerged into the corridor. Pouring with ringing laughter, Anya in the outhouse with me moved through the maze, along numerous doors. Passing one of these doors, we heard a female moan and the creak of a bed. Anya uttered her Russian “Wow!” In American style and we again burst into laughter. “Naive,” a gloating thought flashed through my mind, “as if we were going to do something else now!” Still in her captivating embrace, I stopped in front of one of the doors and pressed her back to the wall. My hands slid down her back and waist, shoved under her dress and grabbed her thighs over her, grabbed the girl. Anya clutched at me with her ardent lips, her legs twisted around my thigh. My hand accidentally touched her labia: the little one was ready to let it flow. I bit her neck, fingers digging into her buttocks - these juicy buns.

- Come on, honey. Be tender with me! - I heard a friend.

The next moment, the door to the room opened, and we disappeared into the dark.

We collapsed onto the bed, immediately sweeping away the bedspread and pillows. They continued kissing while our hands touched each other's bodies. I felt my back nails scratching my shoulder blades, neck, leaving sexy marks. My hands felt her delicious legs, moving in the direction from which these legs grow. Then I felt her thong and pussy languishing in the run-up to sexual intercourse. Meanwhile, she suddenly came to her senses and whispered, revealing to my caresses:

- Is it fair that we came here? We paid no money ...

- Never mind kitty. I guess it?

I don’t know if she understood, but my words seemed to calm her down. Then he added: “Undress me, baby!” She obeyed. I unzipped my shirt, showered my body with my kisses. Then loosened the belt and began to slacken pants. In the meantime, I unbuttoned the dress on her back and, with the help of a non-intrusive movement of my hands, threw off the straps from her shoulders. Her luxurious breasts literally fell out of a dress and fell on my stomach. While Anya went downstairs, taking off my pants, her excited nipples were tickling my stomach. From just one thought, all my muscles tightened. Including the very necessary muscle: the pants were already lying at the foot of the bed, and Anya began to slyly panty off my pants when my member activated and jumped out to meet her.

- Takehim! - I commanded Ana.

Slightly exaggerating, she wrapped her fingers around him and began to jerk me off. My palms came down from her shoulders and began massaging her nipples, which looked imploringly at me. Then I grabbed a condom, which I deliberately dropped a minute ago, and put it on with the words:

- Do you like strawberry, Ann?

Of course, I understand that after me the girl will have an exclusively pahab stereotype of Americans, but what can you do? Dick does not go to bed in them and push the Russian legs to American horseradish!

- Kisshim, kitty! - I whispered, holding his hand on her cheek.

It was evident that this is her either for the first time, or my “one hundred thousand dollars” is not worth it. And yet, having overcome herself, she clasped her head with her lips and began to suck. It is worth noting that she worked with zeal. And the language helped, and massaged her hands. Meanwhile, in order not to look like a complete scum, I turned her ripe berries to me. He pulled her blue, the color of the dress, panties, exposing a neatly trimmed triangle and lips burning with lust. At first, Anya was somewhat against it, but when mine ...