- Hello, Victor Evgenich!

- You look spectacular. More than. Come on in ...

Karina walked into the room, keeping an indescribable half smile on her face.

- Feed you? Drink tea? Not hungry? Then we will start right away while the sun spoils us ...

He spoke to her in a familiar tone, not knowing how to change to a different tone, and whether it was necessary.

- Victor, and you can ...

- What?

- See? On her?

- By yourself, do you want to say? - He climbed behind the picture. - This is you ... the most genuine and real ... On, admire!

Karina stepped back. Her face changed, and Victor Evgenich experienced a minute of the most vain happiness in his life.

In the frame she was sitting on the edge of the bed, and in the picture she was stretching her hands towards the sky. Her body, turned in half a turn towards the viewer, was arched by a magnificent bend, caught so precisely that it seemed that a sigh would fly off the canvas. Instead of a bed under it, there was a cloud of flickering glare, on top of it was enveloped a cherry-scarlet background with a golden glow, highlighting an oval halo in her hair. There was a half-smile on her face - the one that beat with an invisible current even from the canvas. The picture seemed monstrously erotic, but not at all depraved: it contained the deepest eroticism of the feminine nature, somehow miraculously cleared of the raid of damn poses and smiles tightly attached to nude.

- Yeah ... - Karina was impressed and did not know what to say. - Do not ... is it really me?

- Do not like? - stupidly asked Victor Evgenich.

- I don’t know ... You are ... a very good picture ... Just super ... And where can I ... where can I ... get ready?

“Wherever you want,” answered Victor Evgenich, trembling. - Though here. If you want, I can turn away. Do you want

- Want. Uh ... can I go to the bathroom?

- Of course.

He bit all her lips while she undressed. Finally the door opened, heard the steps - flashing, barefoot ...

(“Aaaaaaa! Really? ...")

- I'm ready.

Her voice sounded again an octave below. Viktor Yevgenich stared at the floor, but forced himself to raise his eyes ...

She was completely naked.

- What should I do?

- So, let's come here, - Victor Evgenich started hustling, - here, to the light, to the window ... sit here, here ... no, not so, slightly bend the breast forward ... here. ..

"Oi-oi-oi, how are we ashamed, you might think ... or really?" He thought, long and noisily sitting down Karina, and did not believe what he was looking at her nipples, elastic, pink, like his beloved flowers, which he often painted, but did not know what they were called ...

Finally Karina was seated, and he was sitting at the easel and planting gouache.

Things didn't go well. He understood this in the first minute of work, when nothing had been done yet. The process did not begin on the rails: the brush went past the invisible contours, and Karina was very shy (or played the restraint perfectly): she sat like on a fence, was hunched, had a forehead ... Besides, he quickly realized that she’s not so much painting as she looks on her cunt, half-hidden by the sheet. Petals, visible to him, in full view, glittered wetly in the sunbeam, and for some reason this interested him more than drawing.

Awkwardness grew, despite attempts to stifle it with ostentatious fervor. Viktor Andreich scolded himself for his tone, for every word he said and for what kind of shit loomed on his cardboard. Karina began to twitch, and he had to make her remarks ...

Suddenly she asked:

- Victor Evgenich, can I take a shower? For a moment?

“You can, of course,” he said, seeing her off. On the inner side of the rose hip, two sticky drops flowed ...

For a minute or two he listened to the sounds from the bathroom, then crept to the doors ...

There was no doubt: through the sound of water, a stifled moan was heard.

"So what? How do I get in? ”He thought, and suddenly the door jerked.

She was unlocked, and Victor Evgenich almost fell. In the cloud of steam that was breathing on him, Karina was getting wet pink.The moan immediately broke into a screech, and she recoiled, but Victor Evgenich still managed to see how she squirmed her knees, pouring a raspberry-colored pussy out of the shower. Stiffening, she dropped the shower, and he splashed over Victor Yevgenich.

“So,” he said, feeling that the count was coming for a second, “but come on here.”

He was scared, but he burned all the bridges and feathers through. - Come on, come on, - he screwed up the water, and immediately silence reigned, from which it was even worse. - Come on Karin, come on. - He took the bewildered Karina by the hands and pulled to him.

- What are you ... what are you ... - she babbled.

- Let's get out of here ... like this ... and on the edge ...

He acted quickly and decisively. Karina dutifully got out of the bathroom and sat down on a side, slapping her wet booty.

- The legs are like this ... here ... here ... Sit! ... - muttered Viktor Evgenich, trying to spread her hips. She did not give, and he screamed at her - Well, do not press! - and his knees dutifully opened wide, revealing the naked hero of the day, who was swollen with raspberry juice. Having flopped on the floor, Victor Evgenich quickly thrust his head in there, grabbed Karina's ass and, squinting, licked the stuck petals.

They were fresh from the shower water, but the tongue, opening them, penetrated inside and ejected hot, sticky salt from there, which immediately poured into the mouth.

- Victor Evgeni ... well, what are you doing ... what are you doing ... - Karina whimpered, twitching on the side. The whine turned into moans, which quickly intensified - and a second later they were already frankly passionate, as on that very disk. The internal barrier has been broken.

Victor Yevgenich licked, licked, stung, tickled, enveloped, sucked, smoked and tormented this sticky jewel, without having time to really examine its bowels, and tried to feel that he was licking Karina's bare pussy, and Karina was about to finish under his shameless tongue. ..

- Uyyyeee! - suddenly she howled, bent, the glass from the side and fell flat on the poor Victor Evgenich, continuing to howl. The top and the bottom, the floor and the ceiling mixed up, shuffled and slid away, and he slid somewhere along with Kareena, who was sprinkling hot salt on him, and there he continued to knead, squeeze and lick the pink flesh that had stuck him from all sides ...

Surprisingly, no one got hurt.

- hit? He asked, rising above her.

They lay on the floor.

“Yeah ... a little bit,” Karina breathed plaintively. Her face was red, her eyes were dull and transparent, as from a dream.

- Where? Show me - I will regret ...

- Right here ... - Karina showed on the rib under the breast. Victor Evgenich pulled himself up there, smacked velvet skin, and again, and again, and again, and again - and began to rise higher, to the nipple, which is about to appear in his lips ... and now he is there - springy, salty, sensitive, like an electrode ...

Karina puffed, not resisting him. Suddenly he raised himself, looked into her eyes and asked:

- Let's go to?..

As in a dream, they got up, hooking and knocking over a pile of basins, and left the bathroom. Karina spanked him in the room, and he held her by the thigh so as not to run away.

Before reaching the meter to the bed, he suddenly grabbed her, squeezed to the crunch, lifted her - and threw pillows up the hill, and jumped after her, pushing her legs as she went. Wet Karina with screaming nipples and pussy pinking so sweetly in a white bed that Victor Evgenich darkened in his head, and he didn’t even understand how and when he undressed, pulled on a condom and penetrated Karina, and came to his senses only when he had already fucked her, getting into the whole crotch in soft flesh, and Karina fumbled and squeaked under him, closing her eyes.

“Yeah, zhumurmsya? Play modesty? ”- he thought, and heightened the pressure, beast from the fact that fucking porn actress. Karina really behaved as if this sex - the strongest shock of her life, and it looked so convincingly that my heart ached with emotion. "No, there is nothing to stand on ceremony with this general use hole," he had tortured himself and drove into Karina with a swing, driving her into a corner of the bed, and crumpling his boobs, crimson from his squeeze, and then he put his hand in her pussy ... Read more →