This hell lasted either for five minutes, or an hour, or three - no one knew. Not Neplyuev, not Nadia, not even God.

Then the wind began to calm down, and the shower was no longer a solid wall, but simply strong jets, and thunder drove off to the side, behind the rock. Wild, shattering heat hit in the head and in the whole body, inflaming under the burnt skin - and Neplyuev all jumped and screamed, scattering heat through the veins, and Nadia jumped and screamed with him, slowly slowing down the dance ...

- Awww! - finally she boomed and, lurching, hung on it. - I can't ...

“Well ... well, everything, everything ...” Neplyuev breathed out, unable to stop right away. “Everything ... already the rain ... passes ...” he wheezed, butting her trousers with a naked dick sticking out like one of the Pillars. - Come on here, under this very ... Warmed up?

- Mmmmmm ... - Nadya moaned, falling over him.

- Eh! Hey what are you Now we need to eat, and ... Come on, come on ... - Neplyuev got a briefcase, soaked only from above, put her sandwiches and thermos in it, and Nadia ate and drank, howling at each exhalation. - Well, well, then ... all is well. All is well?

“I’m happy,” she drawled.

- Well, so you ... So! Take off your clothes Come on! Do you hear? - and Neplyuev pulled from her wet cloth. This time, Nadia did not resist, but it was even more difficult to undress her - not a damn thing was visible, and the fabric, soaked like a sponge, did not want to get off the icy legs and arms. Neplyuev cursed everything in the world, and only after some, not at all unmeanor time, a ghost figure whitened before him, and distant lightning illuminated the matte skin and nipple buttons.

“Soooo ... Come on ...” Neplyuev muttered, squeezing Nadine over a sweater, and with a force began to rub her back, and her thighs, legs, and feet, sticky with clay. - Well, how? Warmer? It is better? Good? - he asked.

“Goooooo ... but cold,” muttered Nadya. He himself felt the frog chill of her skin.

- Nothing. We still have my clothes, dry. Now your unscrew, and ...

The rain stopped. In the distance, behind Kashtak, it glittered and roared, and here only the wind was blowing, already smooth, after a light rain. The burned body almost did not feel it.

The weather was gradually eroding into the night, and Neplyuev was in a hurry:

- Well, stand up ... That's soooo ... Come on ...

He laid her on wet rags, wrapped her head in, pulled his trousers on her - just above her knees - socks, shoes, shirt on her shoulders; then he climbed on top, lay down on her - naked on the bare - and began to rub like a cat:

- Well, come here ... Nadia, Nadya, Mermaid ... I nicknamed you so much - Mermaid. About myself. It will be warm now ...

“You called me that?”

- Yes ... Because I love you ... It's funny, right? Sissy fell in love with a student ...

“Did you like me?”

- And you in me. I know.

- Yes...

- Go here. Go ... - he mumbled, even though Nadia was already there, and pressed her even closer to her, to the crunch in her ribs. His hands ran over the frog's body and rubbed, rubbed it in all places at once. The legs, strung by the trousers, parted themselves, and the stake itself rested against the woolly knoll. Neplyuev did not do anything on purpose, letting himself and Nadya take her own course - let everything be as it will be - and the count bore down the supple body, slowly trickling in deep.

- Come on ... like this ... - Neplyuev muttered, putting Nade's rags under his sides. His thighs were asked to push, and he did not interfere with them, having covered his jacket with Nadina.

They were covered with pitch darkness. Neplyuev did not see anything - his vision replaced the body, the skin, molded with Nadina’s skin, and his hands, which wrinkled her like clay, and elda, which gradually got into Nadia, and her tongue, which licked droplets from Nadine’s face. He did not understand when it began, but they had been kissing for a long time, and Nadia was humming under his lips and in the alley, howling from the jolts.He did not know whether she was hurt, and did not even think about it; he had been in her for a long time, hopelessly in her, against the stop, her pubis against the pubis, and this was true, in which he sank as in the inky darkness that clung to them; For the first time, Nadia was for him not a face, but salt on a tongue, tight meat, stuck around elda, and warmth under the skin — finally warmth, returned from it to him, burning between their bellies and tongues ...

She podmahivala hard, even though no one told her how to do it; she wrapped her arms in wet sleeves and clumsily embraced her, and her ass bustled under him, squishing a wet cloth, and her lips whispered:

- I feel warm ... warm ... warm ... hot ...

“So ... Nadia ... my little mermaid ... beloved ..." Neplyuev whispered into the darkness.

Elda swelled with a stone and seemed to be ready to jostle for ages, until Nadia warms up and is no longer hot. She was already hot, and it seemed to Neplyuev that drops of moisture sizzle on her like in a frying pan. At one moment, it became suddenly hot and unbearable all over his body, and Neplyuev felt himself grow into Nadia.

- Yyy! Yyy! Yyy! - they howled with their mouths and genitals. Neplyuev drank a salty mouth, licked his throat, and roared there, as in a living mouthpiece, and a horn roared in Neplyuev, and everything stretched between his legs, as the last time ...

- Yyyyyaaaa! - hot darkness was straining beneath him. - s! S! S! - wheezing lump of mad bodies, pulsing in each other and sweeping all the rags in the dirt ...

... he woke up from the cold.

It was warm only inside, under it. He stood up, looking at a naked figure covered with streaks of dirt, like a zebra.

Nadya was warm, wet and smiled in her sleep.

It was damn cold, and Neplyuev knew that he would catch a cold - but he thought that Nadya was warm, because he was a living blanket for her.

He first saw her naked. Nadino's body was strong, strong, and at the same time very childish, with small apples drowned in the torso, and the nipples were quite childish, like unripe cranberries. The girl he made a woman is a thunderstorm.

Inside, there was a sharp, pain-like feeling, but it was not repentance. Neplyuev did not regret what he had done for half a second. It was necessary, and not only to him, but to all: thunderstorms, mountains and pillars, and most importantly - Nadya herself. Otherwise, it would be frozen. In all senses. Otherwise it was impossible. You can't ...

Apples with cranberries rose higher: Nadya sighed. She opened her eyes, blue-blue from a dream - such that they do not exist. I looked up ...

Brown mud snakes stretched out of the mud which had been nailed with rain, not letting the hostess go: Nadina drew her hair into the clay sauce. Neplyuev watched as the blue gaze moved from the mountains, shrouded in bluish mist, at him, naked and blue from the cold, at his genital organ smeared in Nadina blood ... Chvaknulo mud, and heavy snakes spanked on her skin. Nadia started.

“Ah ... Ah ...” The blue eyes were still pigeons and wider.

“Good morning, Mermaid,” Neplyuev told her, not recognizing his voice.

“Ah ... It's cold,” Nadia complained, clasping her hands.

- Quickly dress up! Let's take off your shirt. We'll give you a shirt ... and a jacket on top ...

“God, what a stinker I am,” Nadya laughed incredulously.

- So it is necessary. But now you are closer to the ground. And to the mountains, Neplyuev seriously answered. Coiling a cocoon of clothes on her, he sat down beside him.

- And you?

“And I will do the exercises, and I will be like the god of fire,” Neplyuev said, chattering his teeth. - No sooner said than done! - He jumped up and began to dance a furious dance: - You are awesome! Yyy-two! Yyy-three! Yyy-time! Yyy-two ...

Nadya laughed, then got up, walked over to him and poked her face in the shoulder. Neplyuev did not expect this.

“Nadya ... Nadyush ...” he muttered, smearing the clay on her hair over her jacket. He stood for a long time, and Neplyuev did not feel the cold. Then he suddenly recoiled, looked into the blue eyes, which were bluer all, like the dawn sky above them:

“Nagy ...” and unzipped her pants.

His fingers did not obey, and he tore off a button. Nadia breathed quickly and greedily. The Little Engine, he thought, pulling off a damp cloth.

- Nadia...

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