his mind! Now while he relaxed and lost his guard, it's time to scream. But will anyone ever hear her in the middle of the night? And what if he has a knife and he uses it?

While the woman was thinking, the stranger was finally able to run his hand under the nightie and grab the soft, hot bosom. His hand unexpectedly timidly squeezed the trembling body, and the tips of the index and thumb were fingering the hard nipple.

Every touch found a response in Olga's body, her breathing increased, and a pleasant weakness appeared in her legs. Thoughts slowed down and became incoherent. After all, if you look at everything from a different angle, then in the elevator she is not alone, but with a man (well-built !!!), who also expresses a clear interest in her person. When was the last time it was? Olga imperceptibly "swam" ...

The minutes went by, the stranger monotonously caressed the female breast and was clearly in no hurry. Shaley from her own recklessness, Olga bent forward a bit and slightly poked her ass in a man. No reaction followed. The woman repeated the push, a little more persistently, drawing attention to her loin.

The stranger's breath got off, he hesitated a little and, as if gathering his courage, pulled himself away from the female breast and, grasping the edges of his coat, raised the hem. Along with the outerwear, the nightie went up too, showing off her red panties. the stranger, however, did not see this, acting solely by touch. He sat down a bit, buried his nose in the shoulder of a woman, continued to hold the hem with one hand, and with the other began to explore the most intimate places.

Olga slightly spread her knees, allowing the male palm to penetrate under the gum of panties. The stranger struggled hard with impregnable linen. Olga twice managed to curse the day when she bought these panties, three times that moment when she decided to wear them and countless times as a clumsy rapist. Once they tried to rape and then, unfortunately, some inexperienced were caught! From annoyance I wanted to hit my head against the wall.

The woman's patience almost dried up when, broad palm, finally slipped over her pubic hair. Olga bit her lip in annoyance - well, who prevented her from shaving her private parts this morning! The last time she did this a few days ago, and now the man was running his palm along the light bristle. To her deep relief, the stranger was not picky and was not going to stop his caress.

When the palm completely covered the pussy, the man froze, apparently not expecting the woman to be so wet there.

"Sit without a peasant as much as I get wet!" - flashed through Olga's head. Incompetent and straightforward affection gave her just unearthly pleasure. The inflamed passion already made forget about fear and shame. The stranger's fingers were pulling at the woman's sex lips, causing the heat waves to spread all over her body. Olga had difficulty holding back moans. Anxious and shrill itching in the lower abdomen demanded more, demanded continuation. Here and now!

Olga, who was carried away by everything that was happening, and the stranger, who had caught her in a corner, did not notice how the elevator doors opened.

- Oh, you bastard! What is it doing here !? - a big man burst into the elevator in which Olga recognized her neighbor in the stairwell. He grabbed the stranger by the scruff of the collar and with one jerk pulled him from the woman. Not letting him come to his senses, a good-hearted neighbor threw him out of the elevator and sent a powerful kick in a flight across the entire entrance.

- How are you? Everything is good? - trying not to stare at the chest falling out of the neck, the bear-like man peered anxiously into Olga's eyes.

- And ... Uh ... Um ..., - a quick change of events has pretty well knocked Olga out of the rut, she looked dumbfounded at the awkwardly rising handsome man from whom the cap flew off, then at the neighbor. Again, at the man who was still reeling, but was already quite confident moving toward the exit to the street. Again on the married neighbor. On a strong brunet who slipped out into the street.Again on the married neighbor with three children, happy in marriage. AND...

- Oh, you bastard! - Olga heartily threw sneakers under the knee of her neighbor, who was trying to smell her coat, and jerked after the stranger, pulling up the pants so that the fabric crashed into tender flesh. The neighbor could not resist and collapsed on the floor, the coat from which the woman deftly slipped out, remained in his hands.

Once on the street, Olga quickly looked around. She noticed the stranger about twenty meters away, he hastily retreated, brushing off his jeans as she went. At some point, the man turned around and noticed Olga, they crossed their eyes. On the face of Olga predatory grin played.

The stranger's eyes became square, his jaw slowly went down. Olga took the first step in his direction and already wanted to speak, but the stranger suddenly took a low start, so only his heels flashed around the corner.

When a few seconds later, a neighbor, surprised to the depths of his soul, looked out of the entrance, he did not find either Olga or a foreign man. Shrugging, puzzled, he decided to bring the coat on later.

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The daily classes of running were not in vain, Olga rushed through the deserted streets of the night city, so that the wind whistled in her ears. The left breast fell out of the deep cleavage and invitingly swayed to the beat of the steps, the hem of the short nightie soared so high that any passers-by could get in the way, they could admire the aggressive red panties. But the time was past midnight, the area is not residential and deserted.

The dark figure of the stranger flashed ahead, the bastard deliberately chose a more difficult route, hoping that by jumping over low decorative fences and flower beds, he would be able to break away from the pursuit.

While sneaking through the bushes, Olka managed to scratch her hands, the gum in her hair burst and the horse's tail turned into a waterfall of dark hair. But the woman did not pay attention to it, she saw that her victim (!) Was slowing down and preparing for the last spurt.

Exhausted, bastard! I, too, the rapist, not only did not finish the job, but also can not run. Inexperienced ... maybe I'm his first? Catch up - find out ... Be sure to catch up! Thought - aroused and in the bushes? Well, I do not!

Illuminated streets were replaced by park twilight, hoping to break away in the dark, the stranger jerked away from the path into the park forest, but did not calculate the cunning of a dark autumn night, hesitated about the root of a branchy tree hidden in the foliage, lost his balance, with great difficulty kept his feet and wanted to run further, but Olga, stretched out in a long jump, crashed into him, knocking him to the ground. A man and a woman rolled down the foliage. Having put a lot of effort, Olga was on top, hanging over the victim, like a mythical harpy.

“It fell ...”, breathing heavily, the woman pressed the man to the ground, sealing his nape to the ground, palm-shaped an abscess on his face. The right shoulder strap flew off the shoulder, completely exposing the snow-white hemisphere, with a hard pink papilla. - What ... reptile ... to ... run?

- Can we agree? - Brunetter, prancing for fear, glanced at the invitingly swaying chest, then at the sharp fingernail near his eye.

- Right now ... we will agree, - Olga could hardly breathe evenly and began to take action. The woman quickly unbuckled the belt on the man’s jeans, a fly, a button, and began in rough tugs to pull down the pants from the failed rapist.

- Wait! Well, not so ..., - the man tried to argue.

- You can not ?! - Olin palm dunked under the gum purple family and squeezed into a fist male testicles. - sure?

- Can! Sure you may! - here he assured her brunet, expressing his full consent with the woman.

Having impatiently crushed her testicles, Olga with her free hand made a man put her hands on her chest:

- What are you doing? Isn’t that what you wanted?

Despite the absurdity of the situation and the scruffy look of a woman, nature still did its job - the sluggish penis began to fill with blood and harden. Olga rose a little, resting her hands on the stranger's chest, and quickly moving a thin strip of red matter to the side sat on a hot genital organ.

How long has she been waiting for this? Solid male nature spread her hot flesh, the waves of heat in the lower abdomen swept over her. Moaning languidly, she began to move on a man. Thin fingers passionately crushed the jacket on the stranger's chest, disheveled hair developed in the wind, and large breasts resignedly rested in strong male palms. Olga lost track of time and a sense of space. When the heat reached its limit, she momentarily arched and the same fell on a stranger.

Along with the orgasm, monstrous fatigue fell in, reality quickly returned. What now? She is in a dark park, practically naked, with an unfamiliar man ... From shame and autumn cold, her skin instantly gooseled. With flaming ears and crimson face, she lay silently buried in the brunet’s shoulder.

A gust of wind creaked around the branches, the woman shivered from the cold. The man fidgeted and, without saying a word, tried to get up. Olga quickly jumped to her feet, turned her back on him and tried to clean up. But what can be done in such a situation? Her breasts tucked into a nightie torn in several places, the crimson with shame straightened her panties. But you still need to get to the house like that ... What's next? Burn with shame or break with despair?

Suddenly, a warm men's jacket covered her shoulders, Olga turned round with surprise and, still embarrassed, looked out at the stranger from under her forehead. Nothing so ... pretty, her peer. The stranger carefully put his jacket on the woman and, shyly scratching his nose, said without looking into her eyes:

- Can you ... take you home?

Olga meekly nodded and gathered alongside the man in the direction of the path. Thin female fingers with monstrous force clutched to the hand of a stranger.

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