Pasha suddenly impetuously embraced her, as he had not embraced for a hundred years, and began to kiss her temple.

“It’s good that I refused,” he thought, clutching the body that clung to him. “Of course, it was just a hallucination. The embodiment of my secret desires ... But equally well. I deceived the devil, the devil in myself, thought Pasha ...

A week later Kozlik left, and not for any, but for the whole three months. Recently, she got a job at a big bank, and he sent her on an internship in London.

“Conduct yourself here culturally, men,” she said to Pasha, referring to him and Edik. - Do not bother women, do not sleep on the ceiling. I'll miss you, she said suddenly. - I am already missing you. I have not left yet, but already miss.

It was unlike her, and Pasha was surprised. He was even more surprised when Kozlik smacked his ear and whispered him at the airport:

- I will be very bored!

Three months passed in the games with Edik, in sex with the secretary Lucy, in the cares and in the eternal hang on Skype. There was no unlimited Kozlik, and they typed the text manually, as in the good old talkers.

Pasha has never communicated with her online. He knew that a person doesn’t look like it at all like in real life, but ...

"Missing You. So tired of these faces, so want to bury you ... "

"All the time I imagine what you are, what your voice is, and then it is easier for me to fall asleep ..."

"I adore you. I was always embarrassed to say such things to you, but from here it is somehow easier ... "- wrote himangel_kozlik.

"Shy? ..." - Pasha did not believe. He never thought that the Goat could be shy about something.

It was all the more painful to read, the more he was drawn to the left. Even on the sacred day, when he and Edik met his mother, Pasha did not have peace. Here is a blonde with flaxen hair, thin, flexible, in golf and in a glossy mini ... Here is a brunette, sultry, shamelessly sensual, very, very young, like a bulk fruit ... But red, cheeky-cheeked, like a hair dye ad, in a long white dress, as light as an angel ... And green eyes like ... like ...

Then Pasha was a bit stunned because the red-headed angel saw them with Edik, rushed towards them, crashed into Pasha from a running start, squeezed him to the crunch, smeared saliva and hung on his neck, grabbing Edik with his other hand

- Mother Mother! - he yelled.

- Kkk ... Goat? - Pasha wheezed.

- Did not recognize? - she laughed and cried. - I thought so: she will find out, she will not know ... Vaughn Eddie immediately recognized. I decided to let go a little, so they suddenly climbed like a nutty ... Unusually so ... tickling my neck, the nightmare is simple!

- And what's that? - Pasha awkwardly grabbed a bronze angel on her neck.

- Yes, so ... I bought at the flea market ...

She spoke excitedly, smiled, pressed to her alternately, then Pasha, then Edika, and sobbed with joy.

It was not only about her hair: she was all new, younger, and no one would have believed that this girl was twenty-eight years old and had a third-graded son.

At home, Pasha could not wait for Edik to calm down, sit on Mom, stretch her belly, retell the news a thousand times and show her everything she didn’t see while in London ... Finally, Edik was sent to her the room, and Pasha, sinking, turned to the Goat.

But she beat him. Instantly, in a split second she took off all the rags, she rushed to him, threw herself on the sofa and began to undress, growling like a hungry beast.

- Wow! - only Pasha could breathe out when she jerked him naked and shamelessly. - Ahhhh! - he howled when she grabbed his farm and wrapped her tongue and lips with all that she could - and the penis, and the eggs, and the tickling corners under them - and swallowed her head, clinging her head to her, and put her finger in the anus ...

- Ahhhhh! - Pasha cried, exhausted with delight, deafening as a fit. - Oooh! Well, well, he looked at her in amazement.

“I just missed you very much,” said the red head, coughing up the sperm.

Her palms crawled across Pashina's chest — tender, sliding, electric palms, driving the current into every cell of his skin — and she climbed onto him like a kitten, slid into the devastated penis, leaned over to Pasha and began to kiss his neck, lips and the whole face, clasping his palms.

“I love you so much,” she whispered, firmly kissing Pasha in the eyes. “I almost died without you,” she complained, sucking his mouth.

Her bud slid over his penis, sucking in his sweet power, her back arched like a cat, and her boobs hung down, touching Pasha's chest, and her hair, silky hair, smelling bitter in the fall, tickled his face for the first time ... and the slippery bud put himself on him, and Kozlik swayed smoothly on Pasha, kissing him from both sides - lips and vagina, savoring his penis like a delicacy.

“How good,” she moaned.

Pasha could not speak ...

Exhausted and happy, Kozlik fell asleep on his chest, and for a long time he played with her hair, not believing in his happiness, and he did not notice when he fell asleep.

In the dream, the devil appeared to him.

- Well, how good product? - he asked. - I did not deceive you? It's only the beginning! This is so warm up, first attempt at writing ...

- What is the product? - the cold Pasha told him. - I did not sign anything ...

“Ouh, she,” the devil croaked. - And “Faustus” read. You might think you believed that this old ritual was necessary for someone. This is so for aesthetics. The transaction is considered valid from the moment you internally agreed to it. Hop! - and all. There is no way back. And shmanthract contracts are all garbage.

- Wait, - Pasha shouted to him, - what's the deal? I do not want!

- How do you not want it if you want? - blinked devil. - And you do not just want it, but dripping from saliva. Besides, it's too late. Remember, Pavel Ilyich: how much you take is yours. Eat until you burst. I did my job.

- Nooo! - shouted Pasha. But the devil swam away to nowhere, and Pasha wheezed, choking on the lilac mist of sleep.

***

It was a dope or obsession. Pasha was touched by her every gesture, every shade of her voice, every curve of her body. He was ready to lick her for hours, like ice cream, was ready to caress and touch her in all places, not hesitating to Edik and anyone else.

The girls were forgotten: the whole of Pashin’s world, She occupied her entire universe. The goat felt his delight and melted like a candle. Her cheeks were forever red, her groin was always wet, and her long legs all the time strove to move and braid Pasha like lianas.

Her hair really grew, "like a psycho." A month later, they grew to the shoulder blades; six months later they hung below the belt. Redheads, the colors of pale copper with a golden sheen, they bewitched everyone who saw them, and Kozlika was dragged through photo shoots, including nude. The inexplicable pleasure of seeing his wife naked in front of others has now been added to the box of the Pasha experiences ...

- What are you now ... incredible, - muttered Pasha, bathing in her hair.

“In my opinion, I have always been like this,” said Kozlik, shrouding Pasha in them, and he recalled how once, a hundred years ago, he first took her to a beauty salon. She was then heavily made up, her hedgehog discolored and whipped him into something unimaginable and shiny with varnish. The goat suddenly became very beautiful - painfully, defiantly beautiful, and Pasha was surprised that he had not noticed this before. He was dizzy with pride, and now and then he stepped on Kozlik’s feet, and she hissed to him - “open your eyes! all hooves trampled! ... "

The winter passed, April crept up, and they completely lost their heads.

Once Pasha brought Goat in ordinary yard bushes.

Pulling off her skirt, he buried his lace panties and, little by little, he took them along with millimeters together with stockings, stroking his ass. Having lowered them to the ankles, he parted the petals, sticky from the juices ...

- What are you doing? What are you doing? - muttered Goat .... Read more →