“... Defense Minister Sergei Shoigu explained the deployment of Iskander missile systems in western Russia ...” the information flowed into her room with her juicy lips in a calm, clear voice. - The deployment of Iskander near Kaliningrad is a predictable response to the deployment in Europe of elements of the American missile defense system ...
Lulled by her even voice, he nearly fell asleep completely, and only a neat appearance with a mature brown-eyed leader (with well-trimmed dark brown hair, and in a stylish cream jacket covering a soft brown dress) kept him from the misty chains of Hypnos.

“Again Iskander ... PRO ...” Ilya sleepily muttered, carefully looking at the announcer’s fluttering red lips. - And what people
only it does not live peacefully ... There is no way to be friends and to love ... And all the missiles and missiles ... And even with the nuclear stuffing ...

“Poland and Romania are the countries on whose territory the US intends to deploy its missile defense system,” Ekaterina calmly continued, as if confirming his words. - In October of this year it became known about the beginning of work on the deployment of its components in the south of Romania ...

- Eh ... - only Illya sighed. “Still, one day this world will destroy itself ... And how it always manages to calmly communicate about such things ... A professional ... But she’s not a young woman for a long time ... But how awesome it looks! And without botox silicone there ...

He took a closer look at the really youthful-looking announcer, and felt how warm warmth came over him.

- Probably my husband often fucks, - with a smile, instantly ending with drowsiness, Ilya stated out loud. - For a woman at that age can look great only in one case - if her beloved fucker has a good idea ...

“We are talking about the Aegis missile complex,” calmly looking at him from the screen, Ekaterina continued. - Intended for interception of medium and shorter range ballistic missiles ...

“Yes-aah, she's still a gourmand woman!” - he already admired inwardly, starting to fill with the blood of arousal. - How I love - in the juice of years! I wonder if she plays role-playing games with her husband?! ... Probably sometimes she plays - calmly dictates some crap about “what her mother gave birth to”, and he gladly pendolit her! ... Oh, how sexy it is - personally to have a announcer from the federal channel! ... "

Feeling like a stick of a prenatal penis began to rapidly swell and straighten, he penetrated with his hand under her tights and, with a soft sigh, gripped her fingers.

“Meanwhile, officials at NATO expressed their bewilderment with Russian actions ...” everything was broadcasting from the screen of the announcer.

“Yes ...” Illya sighed sweetly, under her voice beginning to slowly massage solidified venous flesh. - Oh yeah...

- NATO, of course, is closely watching everything that could cause security concerns ...

- cause concern ... oh yes ...

- The goal of NATO is a truly strategic partnership with Russia ...

- Partnership ... oh yes ... Katya ...

Under his skillful fingers, the hot barrel instantly heated to the limit, and the strawberries of the head swelled, moistened with the first juices: eagerly glaring at the announcer, he stepped up the pace more and more.

- We effectively cooperate in many areas, including Afghanistan ...

- Yes ... Katya ... Afghan ... Oh, yes ...

The hand under his tights frankly shook the "cucumber"!

- This was stated by the official representative of the North Atlantic Alliance, Oana Lungescu ... - said Ekaterina from the screen.

- Oh, yes ... Ohana! - In response, Ilya abruptly bleated, finally feeling the rapid boiling in the eggs. - Oooooh!

And, turning sharply over in front of the TV on his stomach, he, firmly gripping the bulging sex shaft, convulsively hammered on the bed with fresh streams of irresistible sperm!

- Katya! - Illya sighed, firing everything without residue in the delight of ecstasy. - Katya...

With the name of the announcer on his lips, he, sweetly ejecting greasy light blots on the purple of the bed, immediately leaned back on his back and, without any feelings, indulged in a terrific postorgazmny nege.

- Still, she is beautiful ... - a minute later he thought, stupefied looking through his eyelashes at the broadcasting “subject” of the masturbation that had happened. - And her voice is beautiful ... I would even finish her voice on one ...

Gently stroking the still soaking "zucchini" (with an involuntary feeling that he, albeit in absentia, but still raped the announcer!) Ilya unwittingly thought of the maid Lyuda. About how rudely kissed her in the toilet and humiliated her, forcibly forcing her to oral sex.
“Mmm, yes ...” he sighed heavily. “Though her mouth really turned out to be good, but somehow everything turned out not very beautiful ... On the very first day of my acquaintance ... And what did you find on me? ...”

Mentally remembering the mature blonde's face painted with tears and sperm (squeezed sobbing right on the toilet!) He suddenly felt ... sharp pity for her!

Well, which of you is an intellectual ?! - as if in a ridicule, the mountain voice of Isolda Aslanovna suddenly flashed through his head. - Oh, mother-mother ... really, which of me is an intellectual after that ... I wonder what kind of surprise she prepared for me today? We must not miss the concert. For now ... you need to check our Lyudochka and sincerely apologize to her. And then you never know, he will suddenly run away, or something worse, he will lay hands on himself ...

Feeling already anxious about the humiliated maid, he got out of bed and turned off the TV. However, he never left the bedroom, involuntarily staring at the spilled spots of his genital juice, which contrasted well in the purple of the spacious bed.
“I wonder, is Lyudka obliged to clean my bed?” - looking at them, he sneered slyly. - It would be fun to make her remove all my "footprints" ... with her tongue! However, what is this again dictatorship ?! Well march to apologize to the woman! "

Not without a little excitement, he still left his cozy room, moving through the twilight of twilight in the direction of the same white kitchen.

Entering the kitchen (now illuminated only by small round lamps embedded in the ceiling), Illya immediately saw the maid Lyuda — she was standing with her back to him and was cooking something quietly in a saucepan.
"Thank God, she is there!" He thought with relief, and, with a certain timidity, he called out:
- Luda ...

Though his voice sounded barely audible, the mature blonde, who was startled like a doe, instantly jumped off the plate, and frightened by bulging greens of big eyes on him, froze in horror on the spot.

“M-mdaaa,” Illya thought, he was taken aback by such a woman’s reaction. - It seems that I specifically zatyuk her ... And now in her eyes, I'm like a young pervert ... "

He looked at the maid: the pale oval of his face, he became completely bloodless; the emeralds of the eyes are darkened by the shadows of fear; fish lips nervously clenched, faded; and the waves of golden hair were disheveled by the waves of licentiousness - they no longer had a fair “crown” of the cap. She seemed still to arrive in quiet shock.

“Luda ...” repeated Ilya as calmly as possible, noting how excitedly her small chest dropped in under her uniform. - Dear Lyudmila ... I came to tell you ... Forgive me for what ... that was ... Sorry, I don’t know what I found then ... Probably, Remarck was still right, saying that if you want to know what a bastard is, give him at least a little power ... So I turned out to be such a reptile ...

Looking maid straight in the eyes, he, unhurried pace, moved straight at her. She, frightened even more, quickly grabbed from the table ... a large kitchen knife!

- Yes, yes, you have the right to kill me, Luda ...- whispered Ilya, not at all taken aback. - If you think that you were so offended ... well, let me bleed ... But, I repeat, I really repent of my deed ...
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