he pulled away, but only for a second, for which Aglaya had time to experience relief bordering on disappointment. The next moment, her wrists squeezed with a stranglehold, strong fingers (which means that they would again have bruises on the delicate skin), and his lips dug into the lips with the insistence of a hungry vampire. He smelled intoxicatingly of tobacco, Aglaya's stranger with strong alcohol, Cologne water - I wanted to cuddle up to my chest and imagine that they were lost again in solitude in the impenetrable forest ... But she still tried to push her away.

- Not! “Although, of course, he knew this old world as the truth that when a woman says“ No ”, she means“ Yes ”. The lips that opened in the protesting exclamation gave him more room for treacherous maneuvers - the language confidently expanded the gap in the impregnable at first armor of its resistance. Her fingers imperiously lay on the back of her head - a hairpin slipped out of the hair-soaked hairstyle, the other ... Another hand twisted around the waist, jerking tightly to itself so tightly that the girl lost her breath. The hiss of a fireworks being set on fire, the roar of an explosion, dozens of fiery sparks that flashed in the sky — and Aglaya, in surprise, clung to the sleeves of his jacket.

The man was clearly pleased with the effect produced. A deep, unhurried kiss was deceptive ... He studied it with each new movement of the tongue, took her prisoner, and Aglaya, still in sluggish attempts at resistance, followed him with the submissiveness with which the rat follows the call of the magic pipe.

His hand, which had just squeezed the waist, now gently caressed his back, gliding along the spine, not too gently squeezing the dress and side and went up to his chest. Aglaya, in protest, tried to bite his lip, but was neutralized by touching the moist tongue to the sensitive lobe of the ear turning red with an internal flame.

Darkness intensified the effect of touch, quiet agitated breathing spoke more clearly than words. The body ceased to obey the mind, which easily gave way to the fervor of passion.

The man's fingers put a caress on his neck, lingered on the collarbone, studied the hot hollow between the elastic ones, who wanted to jump out of the dress and breasts disturbed by the bold actions of the corset. Aglaya was already impatiently moaning through a new long kiss, and the man, as if noting doubts, with a skillful movement just slightly straightened her outfit ... Taking control of one ripe fruit, squeezing the female breast with inspiration with such passion that Aglaya almost screamed, in a voice languidly groaned, the blessing in the roar of the new explosion and the colored drops that colored the sky no one but one heard her. The unprotected nipple instantly hardened, scratching the man’s palm with a pebble, was lost between his fingers, forcing Aglaia to moan again and again from the sweet agony, in hot impatience touching the fingers of Vyacheslav’s back.

- Hell, bring your skirts up, be they wrong ... - Aglaya would be outraged only if he called her, say, Mashenka or Sasha ... Now she was quite happy with Being the Globe, and, having time to whisper velvet him on one million powerless "no net" ear, she, with a sinking heart, remembering the night so agitated her, with trembling hands, she already bared her legs apart, struggling with the number of petticoats that seemed incalculable.

A new crash of fireworks breaking the blackness of the sky shook it right on his hand - hard fingers stuck into the crotch, trying to break the fragile lace of darning pantaloons. But who thinks about such trifles in such hot moments? Aglaya gasped, screamed, hung on the man's neck, tightly clasped that hand, buried his face in his shoulder. And the man, as if for the first time in his life climbing a lady under her skirt, studied the possibilities that had opened up with all the care.He covered the crotch with his whole hand, teased the clitoris berry with his fingertip, enjoying the stifled moans and shameless wagging of his lady's hips, rubbed hot juice that appeared on the thin fabric, crawled between the buttocks, and again returned to the hidden hole, dug into it through the fabric, bringing Aglaia to emaciated moans.

At some point, the light crash of the bursting fabric did allow two fingers to break through the hole, which instantly groped a narrow neck between the radiating slippery petals. Aglaya fluttered, jerked to meet, sitting down on them with a strangled moan - inside she poured vibrating pulsation of muscles ... Aglaya felt very well how she burned her skin even through the fabric of her trousers, rebellious in stony hardness of a man’s own, felt a strange, witch sensation of her power over a man. And this awareness, understanding of her feminine essence made her hungry, lustful cat wriggle on fingers digging at her, squeeze them inside with slippery and elastic muscles, breathe hotly, shake the fish thrown at the beach, choke with it and step by step closer to the volcano's mouth .. .

Another small step - the fire is getting closer, licking the fingers of a man, burning hot lava walls of the vagina ... Another step - and there is nothing more inevitable than a quick burst of pleasure. And even not a step - an easy push in the back, and she flies to infinity, where fiery tongues catch up the body that has lost weight and dance with it their debilitating carmine dance ...

Many, many moments later, she sagged, gasping, on a strong hand, and the man’s soft lips gently touched her temple ...

An eternity has passed for her, for those around her - a few minutes of fiery fun.