female tantrums. "Remember what she experienced," he told himself, but in vain - he suddenly suffered:
- Who touches you? Why shout? Why bawl? What did I do to you? He shouted at Evie, moving toward her.

For a while they shouted at the same time, then Evie suddenly picked up, with one hand, like a monkey, spread over the chair, plopped onto the floor and crawled from Nash to the doorway to another room. Her hips, wrapped in the hem of her skirt, dragged along the floor like a sack of flour. She moved quickly and deftly, but the sight still squeezed Nash's throat.

- Why are you? Well, where are you? I want you with me ...

Evie crawled away from him, and he suddenly lost his head, in two steps caught up with her and grabbed her mikitki:

- Silly, deep ... Yes, wait!

Evie struggled like a wild beast. She was light, but her hands suddenly turned out to be strong, and Nash could barely cope with her, dropping her on the bed.

He did not know why he chased her and caught her, and he could hardly explain it to anyone; and now he held her, seizing furious hands, and repeated like a parrot:
- Well, what are you doing? What are you? ...

Evie breathed greedily, excitedly, twitching in Nash's arms.

“Evie ... girl ...” he said.

Evie contrived and spat in his face. Nash was suddenly furious:

- Ah, so? ... Well, wait a minute, little witch! - he tore off the silk shawl with Evi, twisted her hands and tied them to the headboard of the bed, tightly confused the silk braid with wrought weaving. Nash acted quickly and deftly like a maniac. Having taken a deep breath, he saw that Evie was frantic in a fight, and a naked body was whitening from under the trimmed hem of the dress. Closing his eyes in rage, Nash lifted her hem up, forcing her to cry like a puppy, and saw two round stumps, smooth and smooth, and between them the hairy shame of the female economy. The stumps retreated downwards by no more than an inch, and were, in fact, the lower rounding of the buttocks, with which the body ended, without turning into legs.

Having exposed the terrible secret of Evie, Nash choked on an unbearable, like pain, feeling into which his rage suddenly passed. Not paying attention to Evie's spits, he pulled all the rags off her, tearing the dress in half, and stripping her naked, nuzzled his nose into a hot stomach, covering it with kisses.

Helpless, Evie tied under him, and he came down from the abdomen to the stumps and kissed them, dying of sweet bitterness that suddenly covered him with his head. Little by little Evie fell silent, and Nash switched from a stump, hot and rough, to Evie’s female secret, drowned in tough red wool. He parted the tight shutters with his tongue and dug into the core, sticky and hot, as if in a sauce; licked the top layer, he dipped his tongue deeper into the depths and heard Evi moan, swallowing tears.

"What am I doing? ... Nothing special," he reassured himself, "just a small punishment for the little witch ... And no violence," he thought, but from the density in his penis, which had long been rubbing against the butt of the bed.

Nash's tongue tugged at the base of the sticky hole, crawled into it, slid the salt walls and licked deep, pulling the spring of the hymen, then crawled out and enveloped the hot mound, pulsing and swelling like a small volcano, for a long time licking. Evi moved her stumps, and Nash suddenly realized that she was spreading her hips and being substituted for him.

Choking with zeal, he clasped her tightly, pushing her into his tongue, and rattling on Evi with feverishly cruel lickings, tormenting soft flesh with a tip that was numb from salt. A strange thought spun in him that he chased away: the absence of legs turned out to be a thing very comfortable for sex. When a woman ends at the bottom with hips and a slit, you can do anything you want with her ...

Evie has long burst with moans, and Nash licked and licked her; penetrating the beginning of the hole, he sucked in the whole bud with all the petals and crawled his tongue in the core, forcing Evie to shudder with his whole body and howl like a terrible pain. “I wonder if she screamed when she was burning?” He thought. His dick thrust into the butt of the bed and burst into pieces, smeared with sweet spray on his pants ...

When it was over, Nash looked up, wiped his sleeve, sighed, and looked at Evie, stunned, disheveled, wagging his hips by inertia.

For a while they looked at each other. Then Nash leaned toward the candlestick beside him and struck a lighter. The room was lit with a quivering light, snatching a pink body and large shiny eyes from the haze.

“What are her beautiful eyes, and lips, and breasts ... her little face is childish, and her nipples are big, female. Ripe. What a miracle she is ... and what a bastard I am, thought Nash.

“Forgive me,” he said.

Evie was silent. Then she asked:

- Who are you?
- Painter. Nash Vallentaine, artist. I told you so.
- Painter? Isn't Olsen?
- What is Olsen? You fight first, then you listen, ”said Nash, thinking,“ Well, it turned out that she was to blame for everything. ”
- I ... I was just a little scared. And ... tell me ... - she began. - Tell ... what you did to me ... and what, we will now have children?
- Children? Ha ha ha! Well you, no, of course. It's just such a ... kind of kiss. And that's all.
- That's how ... Why are you dressed?
- What?
- I am undressed, and you yourself are dressed. It's not fair.

“Wow!”, Nash thought, feverishly throwing off the rags, “it seems the girl has gotten into the taste.”

“Here, I'm no longer dressed,” he said, stupid from nudity. - What's next?
“I don't know,” she said.

“She asked! Are you still in doubt? "- shouted his inner voice, and Nash, suddenly spitting on everything, fell on Evie and scooped her under him, burning with her body.

"Can! You can! "- the voice screamed. Nash lost his head for some five seconds: having licked Evi from head to stump, he got into her mouth and wrapped it in thinning licks, from which he himself screamed with a good mat, sucked her tongue into himself and he savored him like a toffee, stuck him in her chest, rolled up tender lumps of her nipples, like bread pellets, squeezed them, licking her tongue - and finally rested on a member of the squishing soapy bottom ...

“Have patience, Evie, be patient, baby,” he muttered, grimacing with her. Evie looked into his eyes, and he penetrated her slowly, carefully, as if her gaze held back. Finally, he felt the stretched chaff burst; Evie screamed, bit her lip - and Nash clung to her frantically licking her flushed face.

- That's all, baby, that's all, - he whispered, - now we will be fine. My sweetheart, my miracle, my little flower, ”he lamented, planting himself in Evie to the stop.

His farm blossomed in her stupefying, deadly pleasure, as if Evie had been smeared with heavenly balm. For some time, stunned Nash silently waddled in her, bursting with bliss, pulling him all over the groin, then suddenly realized what was the matter - “legs! ... no legs, legs do not interfere ...” crushed them, but so tasty and sweet that the whole economy sank in a gentle body, as in a funnel. Sex has acquired a new dimension: every millimeter of the genitalia came into contact with the female flesh and flourished with an itchy nerve bloom. Choking with delight, Nash collapsed on Evie, frantically working his hips, and wheezed like a bison, trying to get into the tender body as a whole, with his head and giblets; then, suddenly he came to his senses, untied her hands - and they immediately wrapped him around, and the hot body clung to him, pressing his nipples into the ribs ...

***

The sky cleared. Over his head hung the thousand-eyed Milky Way, cut off at the edges of the black mountains.

The air, infused with rain and forest, was thick as sour cream. Nash sat on the porch and smoked. There was a kiss on his lips that Evie rewarded him with when he promised to return for her from Heventville on a horse. The kiss was one of those that turn out stronger than any fucking; one would be enough for a new fountain if Nash had not been emasculated five times already - four times in Evie and once in his pants.

Evie's mangle gave them such sexy delicacies that Nash danced a quadrille in front of her, playing his guitar. The culci, which pressed his eggs, intensified the bliss a hundredfold, and Nash died in Evie from the piercing fullness of pleasure, sharp as pain. Not only that - the position in which Nash entered Evi changed the angle of entry, and the member rested against her upper wall, so sensitive that Evi finished, it cost Nash how to knock about it. An orgasm during defloration was an unprecedented affair, and Nash was happy for Evie, as he had never been happy for himself.

Legless Evie could twirl as you like.Nash fucked her in the air, hanging around his neck like a monkey, and went out with her, wearing his dick, on the street. He laid her on the table and interrupted while standing, resting his cock on the cherished point on the upper wall, and Evie squealed from pleasure like a sucker. At the thought of their future comforts, Nash clutched at his pants, even though his farm took leave until the morning.

From such a portion of pleasure, poor Evie was stunned, her speech became incoherently-enthusiastic, and the stump every now and then broke to skip and dance, so much so that Evi almost fell. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) Nash told her what a treasure was her injury, and Evie looked at him incredulously, tilting her red head. A naked one-body figure drove into Nash a sharp, aching feeling — pity with excitement in half — and he gingerly kissed and squeezed her like psyched moms squeeze their children:
“Evie, my sweet girl, monkey girl, half girl,” he whispered, kissing her naked bud, like on the lips.
“I'm not half,” Evie answered. - I am only half the body, but inside I am whole.

When they died out for the fifth time, tired Evie went limp on the bed, and Nash took out a watercolor from a backpack, a bottle of water, and began to paint a Venetian mask on her face - a wreath of thin color patterns. Evie smiled and frowned from tickling, and Nash got carried away and, painting her face, moved on the neck, shoulders, and chest, and soon the whole Evie covered herself with color patterns - from stumps to ears. Turning her over on her stomach, Nash began painting her from behind, and Evie smiled, blinked, and soon subsided, covering her eyes. Nash described her from head to toe, then looked at her for a long time, asleep, quietly covered her with a blanket and went out into the street ...

- Evie! Eviiiiii! ...

A cry came from the darkness along with the tramp of feet.

- Eviii! Uh ...
- What are you shouting? Who are you? Asked Nash.
- And ... and you ... who? ..
- I'm Evie's boyfriend. What happened?

The boy, out of breath, like a marathon runner, looked at Nash for a while and then exhaled:
- Olsen ... two ... here ... on horseback ...
- Olseny?

Nash pulled tight, then spat and threw out a cigarette.

“I will run ... I will call Mr. Spiderkiller, and Mr. Darrigiberri, and ...”
- Do not go. Be here, Nash told him.

His first thought was to throw Evie on his shoulders and take her away from here ... where? No, this is not an option.

- Do you know how to do footboards? - He asked the boy.

The tramp was heard fifteen minutes later. Having dismounted, the two approached the bungalow, opened the door, entered inside ... There was a crash of falling bodies, cries, fussing and rustling, then everything died down.

“Strip them,” said Nash to the boy, laying a club on the floor. - What is your name, you say?
“Eristofanius,” he answered. - I told you ... How cool we are, sir! ..
- Strip them, Erie. Dogola, to the last rag ... Done? Take him like this ...

He took one of the Olsen mikitki and with the help of Eri dragged him to the village square.

- ... Now go after the other. Wait ... - Nash pulled a tube of paint from his pocket and dabbed his finger on the bare back of a stunned Olsen: "We burned little Evie." - Now order. Let's bring the second one here, and in the morning let your mountaineers understand with them ... And the horses are very useful to us and Evi ... Let's go, baby! What do you say your name is? ..