- Aaaaaaa! - He yelled, with all his strength pressing into the kicky buttocks. - Ahhh! - he cried, growing into a curved body, was torn in it to shreds and squirted moisture into a narrow taut depth, where it was ticklish and blissful ...

- You did not finish? He asked when he caught his breath.

The painted head looked at him without saying a word. - Then let's continue the conversation.

His hand again fluttered in a shameful place, sticky with blood and juices, and soon the painted head twisted its mouth in a silent scream squeezed inside, and its thin body arched with a snake, fell on the grass and rolled on it, breaking out Lipatov’s hand ...

- Why did you decorate so horribly? Scare people? He asked, lying next to her.

- Yes.

- You're stupid?

- Yes...

- And the nesting box birdhouse shaved?

- She shaved ...

- Did you even like it?

- Aaaaaa ... Why did you do it?

- Made.

Cold white stars hung above them. Cold penetrated inside, dividing bodies that had just been one body ...

-... The man! The man!

Waking up, Lipatov jumped on a deck chair.

- The man! Your hat flew away. - A blond girl ran up to him, holding a toddler in one hand, and Lipatov's cap in the other, which she called a hat. - I scream to you, but you do not hear ...

- Thank you, - Lipatov took the cap. - What is your knight golopopy! Brother or nephew?

The girl stared at him.

“Neither,” she said, after a pause.

- Who?

“Actually, son,” she said, shaking her head. - And what, I look so very petty?

“Actually, yes,” Lipatov wanted to say, but smiled gallantly and said: “What are you talking about?” Is it bad for a woman when they think about her that she is not so old yet?

“I don't know,” she said, tugging at her shoulder.

There was silence. The girl continued to glare at him, then turned and walked off the beach, holding her son under her arm.

Lipatov stared after her for a long time. “No, you don’t walk around at all,” he thought, “though you forgot to grow tits, and the hips are narrow, the caesarean scar is on the belly ... And the waist is thin, you can see everything through it ... this is why the eggs restless, as in the full moon. Damn, I'm leaving in three days ... No, I won’t rest! ”

He got up, quickly collected things and, having waited for the faithfulness of time, followed her.

***

In the evening he managed to track down how she took a table on the terrace of the cafe. The child was left with her grandmother, whom Lipatov had already managed to admire because of the bushes, and she was alone.

Running up to the veranda, he took a bored look, walked past, but suddenly looking back, he pictured the joy of recognition:

- ABOUT! Mother heroine! Savior hats and caps! Free?

- Yes.

- What are we drinking? Cognac, vodka, moonshine?

- Drink? Anything.

- Well, if so, then ... - Lipatov, who was not discouraged at all, called the waitress and ordered expensive wine.

Twenty minutes passed in his monologues. The girl listened in silence, staring at him.

Her blue-green eyes in the evening light became silvery and damn beautiful, like Swarovski crystals. She was wearing only green swimming trunks, a swimsuit and a silver-green beach shawl. Lipatov noted that she was made up, and very skillfully - not with dark shadows, as usually painted, but with light, golden-honey ones, in tune with lighting and hair color. "You are not as simple as you seem," he thought and said:

- And if we do not walk through the park? Air out our birdhouses?

She silently stood up. Her silence strained Lipatov a little, even though he was anticipating a quick victory.

Leaving the deserted part of the park, Lipatov suddenly embraced her, without stopping the monologue. She did not resist.

This surprised him so much that he stopped.

- What? She asked.

“Nothing,” he answered. - You are sweet. It's a pleasure to deal with you. Doused you, and you are silent. And if I take off your swimsuit - will you also be silent?

She was silent, and he unzipped her swimsuit, revealing little boobs with wide nipples sucked.

- Wow! Feed the knight?

There was no answer, and Lipatov felt that he was losing patience:

- And if the pants come down - I will speak?

Dropping his swimsuit to the ground, he yanked off her panties. - Lift the leg ... the second ... everything! You don't need them anymore. - He picked up pants with a swimsuit and threw them into the darkness. He wanted to do stupid things - the further, the stronger.

She stood before him naked, gleaming in the light of the moon, transparent and flowing like mercury. White hairs pussy, protruding forward, glistening matte shine.

“And how did such a big knight fit in such a small tummy?” - Lipatov made a last attempt to establish communication - and, not succeeding in it, he grabbed silence into his arms.

He was bursting with excitement and anger. The girl did not resist, and a second later he had already kissed a salty mouth that immediately answered him, burnt his tongue about her tongue, crumpled and twisted her nipples, from which milk spurted out in a stream ... He had not yet had to caress nursing moms, and he was overwhelmed with what something special lust, bittersweet, like mountain ash. “It can be seen that there is no husband, or a sailor, or the devil knows that with him ... that's what a girl wants sex like a cat. It's a very young woman, well, if she graduated from school ... ”he thought, sucking the sweet milk from her breasts. It aroused him to tremble at the knees.

- Come on cancer, - he said hoarsely, deciding not to stand on ceremony.

“Not cancer, but on all fours,” the girl corrected him, sinking down on the grass.

“Well, on all fours,” Lipatov agreed.

He was not up to the terminology: he wanted to fuck so much that he spat on security and buried his girlfriend in a naked dick, trying not to think about anything bad. Cunt was wet, even unscrew. "Aw, the little cat is starved!" - he was glad, with pleasure pushing into the slippery slit wrapped around the dick with a wet stocking.

- Where are our boobs? Here they are ... - Lipatov felt the nipples, wet from milk, twisted them - and began to energetically fuck the young mother, with the pleasure of slapping eggs on her woolly coat.

The ease of victory embarrassed him, and he wanted to give the girl maximum pleasure. The girl perfectly caught the rhythm, and very soon he felt the very elusive unity of bodies that he had once experienced in this park. His dick has never been so hard and fucking, and the girl whined sobbingly when Lipatov toed her up to the uterus, and then went out with a champ on the outside to dive into the red-hot inside again and again. When he stuck his hand, smeared in milk, into her pussy - the girl arched, threw up, broke into a wheeze, and he abruptly planted his thighs on himself so that she would end up with a stake in giblets, and himself wheezed with her in unison, burning in the fire accrete flesh ...

“Why did you leave then?”

They lay on the grass. Above them the sky was rising with cold white stars.

Initially, Lipatov did not understand.

- What? He asked, suddenly cold.

- Why did you leave then? Bald do not like?

He was silent, pressing himself into the ground.

“They shaved me because leukemia was treated.” I generally wanted to bury. But cured for some reason ... Gustik helped a lot ... that is, giving birth.

- Gustik? - Lipatov replied in a strange voice.

- I called him that: Augustus. Because after all, we are in August with you ... And now goodbye.

- What?!

- As you left, I will leave now.

“Wait,” he grabbed her leg. - I know where you live.

- So what? I'm with mom, dad. Want to meet them?

Before the puzzled Lipatov opened his mouth, she deftly twisted, jumped up and ran away. Naked.

Lipatov stood up with difficulty, stood on the spot, then went after her, overcoming the ringing in her ears.

She was not visible, and he had already gone to the house itself when he heard her voice:

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