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sexually agony like scraps of paper in the fireplace. The orgasm shook in her somewhere near the exit, swelling with new juices, - and Masha already felt in herself firm, demanding, she felt how she was bursting with it, kindling scratching pain and desire ...
“Mmmmmmmmmm! ...” she darted, dodging her face from the lips of the Bear. “Naked, naked, naked! fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck ”, - pounded in her head; suddenly she was scared and squeamishly, as if she was stuck in a cobweb ... but everything was washed away by a new wave of sweetness, and Masha melted in two sweet pools - in the mouth, filled with the soft tongue of the Bear, and in the bosom, stretched by his huge member. Now she felt it in herself: it was painful, unusual - and in a new way well, painfully well and sweetly ...
- BUT! BUT! BUT! BUT! - She groaned, shuddering under the pressure of the Bear. He suddenly tightly squeezed her breasts, pulled her nipples to himself, like the reins - and Masha was pierced by a new lightning of hot pain, shifting down to where her unloved womb was burning and screaming. - Yyyyyyyyy! - Masha howled, pouring out with lava, and choked in a new orgasm, bending her like a vine.
It was painful, cruel, dazzling - and it seemed to her that the body was ripped from the inside with fiery claws, tearing it into pieces of burning, boiling moisture.
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- ... Oooh! With the introduction of you! - The bear hugged the limping Masha, rubbing the sperm on her stomach. - With the premiere, doll Masha, my fluffy! How old are you? Seventeen?
- Yyyyy ... - Masha moaned, unable to answer him.
- Well ... You are an adult, Masha doll, now you are a real adult woman ... and you are as sweet as marmalade. Or as Russian gingerbread. With honey. You have honey hair. And you flow honey. You are a sweet honey doll! ... Good for you?
- Oooooh ... zacheeeem?
- What is “cheating”?
- Why did you ... do this ... Oooooh!
- What do you mean why? Why do you think people do it? Well, well, well, Masha, Mashunka, why are you, Bunny, you're good, my little ...
But Masha sobbed, looking at the Bear with transparent eyes.
- How many girls have you had? Those like me?
- Oooh! Question at the root of what is called. Well, if so - listen, crying Masha: like you - not one! Such amazing beauties like you. Such strange, intelligent and talented vrushek like you ...
- Why vrushek ?!
- ... do not interrupt! You are my first, and I will not let you go so easily. You lied to me, and I will be frank with you: I am attached to you. Hard. Stronger nowhere. I know myself. Well, happy? And now, can you tell who you are, what you are and why?
- What will you tell? ..
- Oooo, you are stubborn! ... You are very talented portraying a countryman. Only the St. Petersburg intellectual can do this, and with a higher education besides, which you don’t have, because age is the only thing you haven’t lied to, I know about it ... For the first forty seconds I even believed you. And then I became terribly interested, why did you think of all this. Will you tell me?
- And you? I still do not know your name ...
- Oh, what! You mean to play in silence, and I tell you everything? No, doll Masha. I'd rather tell you who you are. Or rather, I will tell you what I thought about you until recently, but now I doubt it. I'm puzzled, clear to you? - I'm not used to it. I thought, doll Masha, that you are a girl keeper or just a thief. What do you let a tear on live bait, luring, you know, compassionate simpletons. And I became curious. I decided to preempt you one move ahead, and at the same time find out what you are. I decided to make sure that you did not succeed. I decided to do with you what I can ... especially since I have not met such beauty like yours for twenty years. Well, not bad left?
- Geeeeeee ...
- Do not Cry! And then I myself realized that everything was wrong. There is no purpose ... that is, virgin florice girls. Not so everything. And how - I do not know. And I, Masha, was used to knowing everything. And just so I will not let you go. That is, I will let you go, of course, I will not hold back - but you will leave me your phone and email.I have become attached to you, little liar Masha, and this has not happened to me yet, even though I am forty-two ... but still I am one turn ahead of you! One-zero in my favor, doll Masha!
... accompanying her to the elevator, he repeated to her:
- One zero! Remember this, doll Masha, and wait for the call! - He said, looking Masha in the eye. - And take care of yourself, do you hear? I beg you! ... he shouted to her in a completely different tone when the elevator was closing.
***
... The opening of the symposium was marked by a strange incident. The highlight of the meeting, the famous Masha Konkova, was late, and by 12.30 pm, when all the solemn speeches had been heard, it was still not there.
Mobile did not answer her, and had to announce:
- Dear colleagues, unfortunately, Masha Konkova, apparently, is not in the hall ...
- How is it not? - There was a familiar voice. - I'm here!
To the podium came a black-haired girl in a black suit, brightly and spectacularly made up, stylish and sophisticated, like a model with an advertisement for French perfumes ...
- Gossssspadi! Maaa! - suddenly there was an old woman cry from the back rows.
Everyone turned back and looked at the elderly lady with a brooch, who was staring at the girl in black, opening her mouth.
- Do not worry, Grandma! The girl shouted loudly to her. - This is just a cream paint. Washed for two headwashing. I specifically asked for this. Hello, dear colleagues, dear participants and guests of the symposium! - she turned to the table at which the commission was located. - Please forgive me this little masquerade. I dare to assure you - I have changed only in appearance, and not for long. Hello, Mr. Medv ... sorry, Ogolevets! - She turned to a tall man who stared at her intently. - I hope you recognize me? I think our account has changed. One-one, right? And even two-one. In favor of you know who ... However, this will show our discussion today. And now - I propose to start the agenda ...
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well good :) so fervently.
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yes funny
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Cool. But the final looks somewhat artificial, because there were no prerequisites for it. It was worth organizing a meeting not just on the street, but due to certain plot-related circumstances. IMHO, of course.
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Yes, I understood why you did it, but I'm not talking about that. For example, if before the symposium Masha needed to get a piece of paper at an educational institution, someone would have offended her not far after her appearance due to her type, but a roar and a stranger would have gone further - it would have been more alive. But there it was necessary to steam up, so that something is screwed. That is, in short, the motivation of the female character is very unobvious in my opinion. However, this is a matter of taste.
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So that's the point: I do not like the obvious. I like it when there are few words, and the rest of the reader’s fantasy completes :)
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However, the advice is reasonable. Right now, add a clarifying paragraph. Perhaps not heavy :)
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So it was cool! :-))) And then - bang! - and the final ...: (((Not even attracted to the ears, but for ... I do not know why, but I broke it off because of shamelessness.
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So what else on this site finals attract? :)
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Nah, well, it was understandable that the Vedmed was that very professor, and there would be a silent stage at the symposium. But I would like something more elegant, without a shout to the entire venerable public. Let him blush and stutter, or even be silent in a rag, and the maiden all so rastakaya smiled mysteriously, mind blistayuchi. For me, as for a woman, the final was like ... like a fish after champagne.
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Yes, I agree with the previous speakers - the ending is crumpled, with a detailed description at the beginning ... so briefly at the end (with such a huge end) ... But in general it’s very cool, like all your stories!
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