Sweet smoke enveloped the lungs. Glass slightly burned his lips. But nothing. Covering her mouth, she cleared her throat. Gave you back a pipette.

- Well, how? - your blue eyes look slyly at me.

—... — I nod silently, holding the smoke inside me. Sneakily notice how you look at my chest. Still would. Full of light dope, and with my confident troika should be very even nothing. Many and elastic.

“You look great ... well,” you smile again with your trademark smile. I again

I nod in reply “they say I know” and close my eyes, listening to my inner feelings.

- Yes, exhale already, Beaver! Do not be greedy!

Raise your index finger up - shut up! Wow, the pleasant and languid lightness began to spread over the body. I exhale smoothly, feeling how softly it begins to tickle in the back of my head, the cold with electric needles slides along the back, and in the lower abdomen it pulls nicely, giving such soft feathers down to the hips. Stabbed the tips of the toes. I put my hands on the edge of the table.

- Heads are good, yes? - you look at me again. And I like it even more.

“No other way. Crooks ... Dead ...” - it turns out unexpectedly hoarsely and, rather,

sexually.

- Ha ha ha !!! Not otherwise!

This is our old "thing." Understandable only to us.

- I never thought ... that “not otherwise” is such ... such a fucking funny word.

- Do not say ... - both stretch their faces in idiotic smirks, and then laugh. Clean and wicked.

- So ... - you rubbed your eyes. - Just like schoolchildren, laugh at the nonsense ...

- Exactly! Not otherwise!

A moment of silence and a burst of laughter again. Not otherwise...

After some time, take yourself in hand. The body is good and comfortable, unless you fall into hysterical laughter, and you, by the way, are already laughing unpleasantly. And so ... tickling in the chest.

- Oh, just like a long time ago - oh ... - you hoarsely stretch the words and knock on the pack. - A cigarette?

“Probably not ...” I spread my sweet smile. How good ... In my head is easy. And the body is all, as if filled with warm and gentle fire. But at the same time a little shivering. I wonder how it would be, well, purely theoretically, now touch yourself?. I raise my hand and by chance smooth out the already tightly laid golden hair, holding my head to my earlobe and then touch my neck a little. Oh ... nice ...

- Muzlo? - you ask, dragging on.

- Yes, perhaps, but it seems to me, I am now diving into the ocean of my own "I" ... - blinked. It turned out slowly. Bli-and-in ... How rushing ... like a bitch ... Suddenly she giggled at herself.

- What are you doing? - without distracting from the snow-white “apple”, you dig your audio recordings in the social network. Oh, if you only knew, I know everything there ...

- Yes, well ... - smiling, vaguely shrugging my shoulders, suddenly keenly feeling the bra and the equally keen desire to get rid of him ... Noooh, No

- Oh, you, Olka, look, Marinka "as a friend" is calling ...

- Bitch! - I think to myself. Unstick from the kitchen countertop. Oh!. Head is spinning. Smooth, approaching you. Now you will not be up to it ... - Where? - I put my hands on my shoulders, bend down and press my breast against you. How so, like? I know everyone likes. An old but faithful trick. Wow! I felt you flinch.

- Here ... - I hear you swallowed. So I liked it. But how strong you are, even nice ... Such shoulders...

- I think she's stouter ... - I am waiting for your reaction, I cuddle a little harder. Feel like nipples tightening by themselves. In a stupefied body, such a change is more than pleasant.

- Come on, you ... - you answer hoarsely, waving cigarette smoke away.

“Well, I don’t know,” pushing myself rudely from him, straightened.

- Do you remember yourself in the 10th grade, - he dragged himself out and with soft, but at the same time with strong movements put out a cigarette in an ashtray.

- What about me? - it seems to be getting angry.

- Yes, that "soup set" was ... and now out! - you somehow ... cautiously looked at me. Very short.

- What? There? - It is very interesting how it will turn out.

- I'm sorry, what...Zagledenie, not a woman ... - his voice slightly faltered, but retained confidence. - The figure, the face ... the head is in place, everything is with you.

- ... - I am silent ... very nice.

- And then, neither age nor wealth, they do not affect well on the figure ... - he chuckled dryly. - It is important that there is inside ... yes ... - you seemed to convince yourself. - So, what to listen to boom, then with Marinka.

- Something is slower ... classic, but with “progruz” ... - I like it when the bass hits the buzz and echoes inside the abdomen.

The sound of it, even in the kitchen is very good.

- Tum-mm ... ba-aaaa ... - everything inside trembled, and then trembled pleasantly between my legs. Yes-ah-ah ...

- The most it! - having already forgotten why I was just about to get angry, I again plunged into warm and pleasant waves of the drug that flowed freely through my body.

- Will you have wine? - you just muffled the sound.

- Md-aaaaa ... - I was stuck to the table again.

- Listen can you still sit down? - what a care

—... - negatively shake my head. - I will then be cut out ... These “heads”, after a while, the pressure in me is changing. - I look at you, I smile. Damn, I really like you. In my head everything is also pleasantly empty and ticklish. How nice it is not to think about anything. Neither about work, nor about a family.

Glasses playfully zvzyknuli in your hands. Gently smacked the door of an expensive kitchen set.

- White, red?

“You are joking?” “Heads” are game ... - it seems ridiculous. - Especially if they are Korean, I openly bite my tongue, crushing a treacherous smirk after which there will very likely be an explosion of laughter.

You slowly turn around ... - These Asians are so ... wild - you are famously and smiling so predatory.

- Oh, these Chinese! - I utter a phrase from a cult film with a reproach in my voice, and we both tear our tummies.

- And you fire today!

- I am surprised myself.

- So red ...

- So it is ...

Splashing wine on the crystal wall. Cool glass thin legs between the fingers. Easy dzvyak without toast. Suddenly soulful eye contact. Look I do not hide neither you nor. Touching the lips with a thin edge. The aroma of grapes. First sip ...

- Mmmm ... - involuntarily close my eyes from pleasure.

- How did you do it ... Very ... sexy ...

“Umha,” I still enjoy the different kaifunchies in my head and body intertwining.

- But I'll sit down ... how can you stand so much? - staggering you flop at a table with notes. - Eh ... podzheem ... And by the way, Ol ...

I slowly allow myself to plunge into a pleasant and imposing dope. I take another sip. And I look at you. You tell me something ... And I see only how your lips move. Neat. Sexy I look at your chin, even with a small hollow. You're clean shaven. Wrinkles on the face made. Well, it definitely will not hurt you, but you’re looking very young ... And in general ... You are so hard-headed as if you were a kosara, you surely fell apart in a chair. Sip wine with skill.

Involuntarily, I clasp myself with my free hand, feeling how inevitably my body warms up and her nipples strongly rest on her bra. Another sip ... I press the wine glass to my cheek. The face is burning. I want you

I glance over your body. "Type of grated" tight T-shirt. Ripped jeans. Bare feet. Yes, to someone, and the years obviously went to you only in favor. Man Such a good, solid, strong man with the eyes of a mischievous boy. A sip again, this time more. Calm down the cat! You have a baby. Husband ... Shut up! - I try to drown my conscience in wine and in something stronger. It turns out not difficult. Finished And you tell me something with enthusiasm and don't even imagine what (WHAT!) Is happening in me now.

- Still! - brazenly interrupt you and playfully stretch my hand with an empty glass in your direction.

- Quickly you ... - his salutary look smeared on ...