and her breasts dangled with pointed balls. They smacked her with gusto on the bottom, dragged her hair, pinched her nipples - and fucked, fucked, fucked like a rubber doll, from both sides, and Victor Evgenich wheezed, looking at a mole, a small touching mole on the left shoulder blade ...

After that, Karina was red as a tomato, but nobody let her go. One of the machos lay down on the bed. Karina saddled him, putting him on the dick, another macho nestled behind her, fucked in the ass - and they fucked her into two holes at once, and Karina swayed like a dervish, with half-closed eyes, crushing her chest and smiling with the blissful smile of an addict. Her moans, turning into sobs, so tortured Victor Yevgenich, that he suddenly turned everything off, nervously jumped up from his chair and ran into another room, not knowing why. Two minutes later, however, he again sat in the chair and watched Karina cum, impaled on two dicks, and tears flow down her crimson cheeks, flowing into the corners of her mouth ...

The final scene punched him to the livers. The red-haired girl tied a big dick on the straps to her pussy - and, before Viktor Yevgenich understood what would happen now, threw Karina on the bed, crucified her legs and began to fuck no worse than a real guy.

Their faces were close-ups in the frame, and Viktor Yevgenich cried again, looking at the girl’s face, distorted by animal lust, and at Karina’s crimson face, at her wet eyes and plaintive smile. "How could I have been so mistaken in you," he thought, - "my little vicious pretender ..."

Having finished for the fourth time, Victor Evgenich jumped up and began to dress feverishly. “To save, save the girl,” he muttered, without getting into his trouser leg, “this is all a hostel, a damn hostel ... More quickly, rather,” and jumped out of the apartment.

Upon reaching the station, where it was necessary to go to the hostel, Victor Evgenich for some reason did not come out, but drove on. At the end, he fell out like a plague on the platform, sat on a bench, missed three trains, then crawled into the fourth and dragged home, again passing the same station.

At home, he ran to the bed, collapsed on it without undressing, and immediately fell asleep.

***

Karina came to class two days later.

Victor Evgenich could not say anything to her. She saw a change in him, was anxious, looked into his eyes, asked - “did something happen, Victor Evgenich?” - but he shook his head.

So there were three lessons. Karina behaved insidiously, like a child who does not know why they are angry with him. In the end, she decided that he was unhappy with her zeal, and began to exceed all training norms. Some kind of vindictiveness appeared in her habit - “well, are you satisfied with me now?” - and ashamed Victor Evgenich awkwardly praised her, hiding his eyes.

His dick was covered with bruises, and the jagged disk stopped reading, and he barely grabbed it with a screw. Furious jerking to the cries of the ending Karina became Viktor Evgenich’s daily ritual - until he realized that it was no longer possible.

“I can’t tell her,” he thought, “but I can tell the canvas.” Having chosen the most spectacular frame — Karina is alone, without ebirae, against the background of scarlet drapery, with a backlight that illuminates the head of hair with a golden halo — he plunged into work. Having made several etudes, he felt that FOUND (an inexplicable feeling, familiar to all artists) - and began to bring another sketch "to the standard."

The work went quickly, but he still could not decide to put an end, and only two weeks later he said to himself - “enough, or you will spoil it”. Hiding the canvas in the closet, he got it in three days, made a few strokes on the fresh eye (not so much for art as for complacency) and nervously bit his lip.

“Stop, stop,” he told himself again and grew cold, realizing that he had created something extraordinary. “But I can’t put it anywhere,” he thought with solemn bitterness, “everyone will recognize her, and then ...”

Tormented by the desire to show his masterpiece to the world, he laid out his reproduction on several English-language sites, hoping that neither Karina nor her acquaintances would drop in there. The maximum that he hoped for was a long tape of comments, which, as usual, consisted of raptures and curses in half.

But network popularity is governed by laws that are difficult to predict. Often good work — certainly good, but not outstanding in the series of equally good — falls into a stream of interest growing exponentially: the mere fact that it was watched by a hundred people attracted a thousand, a thousand - hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands - millions. It happens — alas, much more often — that the work, by all criteria, is remarkable, does not arouse the interest of anyone but two or three users, and only because its author has not bothered with PR.

It is not known why and why, but Viktor Evgenich was lucky: the next morning he read hundreds of comments, where he was cursing and delighting went over the red line. A couple of days his picture was discussed by the entire network beau monde, after a week - the whole world. "Nude with a halo" blew up the Internet. Google, Yahu and Bing offered it on the first page of relevant pictures, church authorities condemned her, seeing in her a mockery of faith, she got into the news, into blogs, into photo selections - “10 modern pictures that are worth seeing” - and on the mail Viktor Evgenich began to receive offers from collectors and galleries. Victor Yevgenich looked dumbfounded at the five-digit sums that he was promised for “Nude with a halo,” and did not know what to do - be happy or horrified. When he published it, vanity got the better of caution, and he called himself a real name ... "Karina, Karina," he thought, "you did not bring me happiness, but brought money and fame. Karina turned into a picture. Heh! ”

After a couple of days, Karina, coming to class, told him from the doorway:

- Congratulations, Victor Evgenich! Such a success!

"Well, here," he turned cold ...

—... She's so cool! I'm so happy for you!

Karina smiled, carefully looking at him.

- Thank you, Karin. I ... I tried, - he squeezed out.

- Victor Evgenich ...

- BUT?

- Can I ask you one thing?

("Oh nooo!")

- Sss ... ask, of course, what are you asking ...

- And who is drawn in your picture?

Victor Evgenich felt like a schoolboy convicted of stealing sugar.

- Did someone pose for you? Or...

Ah, what could be there, he suddenly thought - and blurted out:

- You're drawn! Or did you not recognize yourself?

Karina has pink ears.

“Friends knew me,” she said in an octave lower. - They said: how do you look like this new picture. Is it not accidentally drawn from you? And why do you ...

- What?

- Uh ... okay, nothing.

- Well, I could not ask you to pose ... uh ... without anything, - said Victor Evgenich, having understood her. - So I had to ... take your head and everything else - from ... another place.

From lies and neskladuhi his ears burned, like Karina. She laughed shyly:

- I see ... And I thought ...

- What?

- No no nothing. But now that I know, you can already ask?

- In terms of? Posing? ... Do you want? ..

- Nuuu ... In general, I do not mind. This is for art?

- Of course. Only for art!

- Well ... In general, you can count on me.

- Okay, Karin. When do we start?

- When you say!

- Then come on tomorrow?

- Straight tomorrow? Oh...

- What is "oh"? Can not? Scared?

- No, no, nothing. It's okay I will come. To your home?

"I suppose you have filming," he thought gloomily, "wait for nothing."

- Yes. Come straight from the morning before class. And now...

Viktor Yevgenich took a deep breath - and began the lesson, trying with all his might not to think about what will happen tomorrow morning.

***

When she rang the doorbell, he almost choked on toothpaste.

- Iduuuu! He screamed, spitting foam. He brushed his teeth for the third time in an hour. - Go! Hi, Karin ... Wow!

For the first time in his life, he saw her in a tight-fitting dress. Cherry. Almost in the tone of his picture .... Read more →