it ... needs to go out, "he was mourning - but Galya smiled so much in a dream, and his dick was so ticklish and good, and tasty, and tender in Galina's warm pussy, and he so sweetly blinded with her, and she so gratefully flowed and squeezed him, that Dima could not stand it and pressed inward, and then burst, and rolled his eyes, and wheezed, dying from the sweetest orgasm in his life ...

***

While she was sleeping, Dima rushed for material evidence.

For three hours, he spent ten pieces and typed a full backpack of panties, bras, T-shirts, pants, dresses, shoes and cosmetics. The knowledge gained in the “bag” *, with a sin in half, helped him to choose the necessary dimensions.

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*“Kulek” is the slang for the Institute of Culture (approx. Av)

Galya slept 16 hours. Dima several times ran out to buy this and that, and in the evening it was a stretch to believe that a girl lives in the house.

When she woke up, Dima was sitting nearby.

- Good morning! Well, remember? - He asked with the hope that she would say "yes", and everything will be decided by itself.

- Nooo ... - Galya drawled. - You Dima. My boyfriend. Right?

- So-ak, - said Dima. - Do you remember something else?

- No ... I remember you, and ... and everything. Maybe...

- What?

- I guess we ... I loved very much ... I love you, I remember you.

... When they broke away from each other, Gali clearly had no doubt about what she said. On the lips of Dima, the salt of her tongue was burning, and the dick again tore up his pants, like mad.

- Gal, - he said, - Tick ...

- y?

- You can not move, you can not get up ... You forgive me? Relax, I'm just like this ... from above ... - he muttered, throwing the dick and attaching it to Galina pussy. - I neatly, you can not move at all ... Ohhhhh, how awesome! - he howled, squishing in her bud, soaked, as if by magic.

Galya looked at him.

“Count up,” she said, “I don’t remember how we did it.”

- Well?...

- Nothing. Cool ... Cool.

- you cool?

- Yeah ...

- Just do not move! Relax, ok? You can't now, ”Dima suggested to her, sailing inside. A minute later, he passionately fucked her, sobbing with pleasure, and Galya smiled, looking into his eyes.

For the first few days she was lethargic, apathetic, she wanted to sleep all the time, and Dima fed her with a spoon, smeared her shoes, treated her for colds and slipped the vessel under her. She could have eaten herself, could get up and go to the toilet, but Dima really wanted it to be so, and he watched a trickle of urine run out of her test, rubbed her anus and pussy with wet napkins, and Galya did not object, believing that he and Dima were so close.

On the evening of the second day, he did with her what he decided to do on the way out of the hospital.

“Sit down,” he told her, helping her up in bed.

- What do we do?

- Cut you.

- To cut?! ..

- Yes. I always cut you, you probably forgot, right? It's time to do it. You are a little overgrown.

The mirror was in the far corner, and Galya did not see herself. Dima was counting on her trust and on the fact that she had forgotten what hairstyle she had before - and indeed, Galya resignedly let him lash herself under the boy, shave her head and whiskey with a typewriter, and then paint the little that was left her hair, different shades of blond - from beige to platinum.

Dima has never cut his naked clients, and Galina’s nipples so teased him that he growled like a hungry dog. He painted a few dots with blue, green and pink paint, and they glittered on her head like feathers of a tropical bird. In the end, as if in a joke, he made her a spectacular makeup.

The deed was done. Dima has surpassed himself: he turned Galya into a stylish, sexy, shocking beauty from the cover of a cute piglet, and now it was impossible to recognize her.

Transfigured Galya gasped when she saw herself in the mirror:

- wow! It's me? It's awesome just ...

“You have always been a little girl,” Dima told her.

During these days, he carefully thought out her legend, which he fed to Gale as she regained consciousness and asked more and more questions.

“You're from an orphanage,” Dima told her. - We became friends three years ago, when I was engaged in business and made donations (he didn’t quite lie: it really was, and even there was an orphan girl with whom he corresponded for a whole year). It all started with you when you were in the penultimate class. Immediately after the orphanage, I took you to my place.

- Why am I naked all the time? - asked Galya.

- We have with you so instituted: at home you go naked, so that I always see how beautiful you are.

Galina apathy lasted three days. On the fourth she already rushed into the street, fidgeted, kicked, threw dozens of questions to Dima, and he barely kept her in bed:

- Be patient a couple of days. Otherwise you will not remember anything.

We had to do something. It was necessary to fill her memory with vivid impressions; it was necessary to turn it "today" into an extravaganza, so that it supplanted all thoughts of "yesterday."

The easiest way to do this was through the body.

- You have always been seksbombby - Dima inspired her. - The guys always stared at you, like a movie star, and I was jealous. You have such a walk that you can just clink. You are a super mistress. You know so many different things, all kind of caresses, and you so give all of yourself, with your head and giblets, that ...

“I don't remember,” Galya complained. - I remember nothing.

- Well, nothing, now remember, - said Dima, chill from the fact that he suddenly occurred to him.

He suddenly realized that he was not bound by anything — NOTHING, nothing at all — and you could embody with Galya everything he was embarrassed to try earlier.

He was required only one thing: Do not be shy.

That was not easy. At first, he just caressed her like he didn’t dare to caress others: he tickled his armpit with his tongue, went down to the sensitive side, slipped with the tips of his fingers on the inside of the thigh, licked his heels, sucked on her toes, like lollipops ...

- Well, remember? - He asked, hoping for her initiative.

- Nooo, - said Galya, - I just feel very good.

- Then I will remind you, okay? - decided to Dima.

He started with the simplest: spread her lips with the tip of the dick and began to carefully fuck her in her mouth.

- You still did this with a tongue ... oooh ... ohhh, so soooo ...

Galya quickly got a taste. Dima bent down to her pussy, and soon they rolled on the bed in the pose 69, hugging each other for priests, and Dima nails her throat with his ram, and he tormented her between her legs like a predatory beast.

Galya started up so much that she had finished before him.

“You have always been very sensual,” he told her. - You end so violently that it makes me scared for you. When you were still a virgin, you came from a kiss, and I did not know what to do, because we were in the park and there were a lot of people around. You then bit me like a wolf, howled, squirmed, and then hung on a cloth with a rag ...

Galya looked at him dumbfounded, and Dima, who had not finished, got into her pussy and said:

- You served me like that, rubbed my breast, licked my cheeks, and eyes, and ears ... you were terribly licky, you licked me like a cat ... like this, like this, yeah, yeah-hh ... Daaaaaaaa ! ... - he howled, flooding her womb with sperm. Galya responded to his every word in such a way that he was burning with bliss and forgetting the words, dropping into her before the ringing in her ears, and sank in the moisture of her tongue, as in syrup ...

It is not known why, but Galya was excited even more and ended up under him two, three, four times.

“Is it really I who inspired her?”, Dima thought, dying from horror, and continued his hypnosis:

- You and I got into the bath, and you smeared me with shaving cream, and I you, and we rubbed each other, and then you lifted your ass, and ...

Inflamed Galya, covered with white flakes, howled, shuddering from the blows of his dick, and finished again, sliding to the bottom of the bath, and she melted under the shower, ... Read more →