force dick “But for starters, my pants are stitched.” I refuse to do everything myself. Lazy by nature.

Unwittingly, Kapushta submitted. Hands themselves exposed the groin area of ​​Frederick and "his eyes were already there." And let Spitz's underpants represent one solid yellowish crust, but our heroine famously managed with them, even without almost damaging the foreskin, tightly adhering to the fabric of the twisted diaper.

For a moment she caught herself thinking that all this reminded her of a bad dream. But this, where everything that happens comes to her liking. Such a peculiar perversion of a decent plain.

Spitz's personality almost immediately clouded Elena's mind. The greatness of such a person as Frederick penetrates immediately and forever. And let Elena know him no more than 5 minutes, but that was already quite enough. She was ready to do everything for him. Say roll sausage - roll, orders to turn inside out - turn out, please him cool soda - instantly rush to the machine for spilling lemonade.

“I am conscientious in spirit,” Frederick said, “and in matters of spirit it is difficult to find someone more apt, more caustic and more solid than I, except the one from whom I learned, Zarathushtra himself.!

As soon as the penis appeared in the light of God, Helen smelled the smell of a stale, windward caruncle. It reminded her stomach of the fact that from the very morning she did not have poppy dewdrop in her mouth either. And now the whole full-bodied sadelina climbs into the zyap itself. This temptation turned out to be more than Elena, there was no strength to endure and ... she bit the crook in the side.

- Iiiiiiiiiiiayayayayayayayayayayayaya !! The bearded dwarf Frederick squealed. - So that you died, scum !!
- Forgive, forgive, Fridya! I did not want. Already very tasty you piss.
The answer was a blow to the temechku elbow with a turn.
- Lupi me, do not spare! I deserve it. - Kapushta wheezed, taking blows of a physiognomy.
- And here I will pussy! I will!!

At the cry, the brave thugs had already fled, and on closer examination, it turned out that they were nice. “Hogwheat pads,” as the Spitz called them, was already full of Herachili Kapushta in the ribs. Particularly enraged one dwarf. She rushed at Elena with her fists, trying to get to physics, in order to put up scars that would put an end to Elena's future as a top model. Although, if the garlic, then I do not represent any future for Elena.

- Vova, you kill her! - shouted the rest of the pigs. Kapushta could not understand why her name was masculine.
- Lezbukha damn !! - suddenly realized Elena. “A vat of boiling water in the hell of fire awaits you.” So know. I am telling you this, Elena Kapushta.

Fighters are so carried away that they did not notice how they got into dog excrement, scattered in large numbers everywhere. If you had paid attention to the homeless mongrels at this moment, you probably would have noticed how they grinned shamelessly.

Frederick, unlike his asshore girlfriends, joyfully beheld the action unfolding in front of him. Woman's dragons with coats for his hair terribly inflamed. And now he was rubbing his genitals not from injuries, but from rolling excitement.

- Do not let me finish, bitch! Here I ask you now. - and began openly nadrachivat his wounded soldier. - Damn her, do not let the air out! - he urged Vova.

Vova, in turn, struck first and then on the other, preventing her opponent from recovering. Having folded her palm into such a boat, she heartily weighed the fabulous pizdyula right on the ear of Elena. That did not seem enough, I will tell you as the author of this vyser. From the pressure in the auricle, which made the suffering intolerable, Kapushta howled beluga. Blood gushed into Vova’s face as if from a powerboat. Random viewers were shocked, and homeless dogs ran away. Elena experienced a similar trauma for the second time in her life. For the first time she had to go through it at the age of a minor, when her mother had another religious seizure and Helen had to catch the icon with her temple.

Yeah, that’s definitely not what Elena expected, going to the evening promenade.

- What have you done, bitch bitches ?! - Friedrich yelled. - They have deprived the most miserable hearing. She still has to live and live. Go you all better to me, so that I caress you and heal your wounds, both mental and physical.
The beating of Kapushta stopped as suddenly as it began. The holy fools kosyachkom pulled to the bearded preacher in the name of love and salvation. Krovyatinka did not ooze so much, and Elena followed the example of the punkers who had beaten her, crept back on their knees. She clung to her, if I may say so, facing the fifth point of the Spitz and for a second was forgotten.

She awoke in another place. Apparently, in some kind of hut. A lonely light bulb dimly lit the room, cocoa dripping from the ceiling. Somebody put cabbage right in the ass. And he was none other than a bearded tot. He puffed and strained.
- What, Helen-hole, do you like when you uncork your gimbal?
- Oh, Fridya, stop it! I have everything in knots and ties. - begged our heroine. - Result of birth injury.
“It doesn't really bother me.” Take better in the mouth. You do it well. Only this time without teeth! - and Frederick raised his tiny little fist to Helen's very nose, which was two times more than his stump.

- Oh, Fridya, I have to go home! Mamma waited.

- Until you swallow, I won't let you go home! - Said as cut the Spitz.

Elena snatched towards the doorway, but Frederick held her hair tightly.

- Kuda flooded mare? Let's better take on the fang! Elena understood that if she now surrenders to him, then this will devalue her as a woman. The litter on the very first day somehow didn’t really want to, and she squealed what to eat urine:

- Help !! Violent !!!

- Hush, hush, baby! What are you Candybobers rolling? Nobody here is holding you against power. Here is God, here is the threshold! - and the bearded man kindly pointed to the door.

Elena quickly collected her monatki and jumped out the door with a fish. But lastly, she cast a fateful glance at the dwarf, saying that we will see each other again, handsome. Frederick tried to weigh the royal podzhopnik in response, but slipped and ridiculously fell to his elbow, incidentally breaking it.

Elena ran home covering her shame, buzzed in her ears, and itched between her legs. She already knew what she would do when she came home. But about this, dear readers, you will learn next time. Well, while I go get drunk fragrant chamomile tea and flinch at the real beauty Claudia Skipper. You keep up there too. Until new meetings and fair wind, swallows are mine.