- Call me Ivan Ivanovich. Well? What really stop there? - he showed on Lorina black panties.

Laura wanted to say something, but instead obediently took them off, exposing her fluffy cunt.

- Another thing. Now let's go! - Ivan Ivanovich grabbed her hand and dragged her to the mirror. - Look! Here look!

Laura looked at the lush brunette, glittering with her body in the looking glass. "I'm naked," she suddenly realized ...

- Look! Look, what a luxury! - Ivan Ivanovich sentenced, unceremoniously squeezing it from top to bottom. - Look! What bust, see? Look - he crushed Lorina's delicious breasts, whipping them below. - And here! That's where the luxury! - he rubbed her hips, as if he had decided to make fire from them. - And here! ... Going to the waist is both flexible and round, without corners, look ... Every woman’s dream ... And here! Look - He slapped her cheeks. - Not a little face - sugar in sour cream! Well, it's just the beauty! Well, how can this not be understood? Look ...

He was probably half a meter taller than her, and he had to stoop, like Uncle Stepa.

Laura looked and saw, even if you burst, short-legged bean with village cheeks and ass. But the massage so stunned her that she suddenly felt her body, as she had never felt it - hot, dexterous and plastic, to the last millimeter plastic, as if everything had suddenly gathered into a pulsating nerve.

And - strange, but she suddenly saw herself through the eyes of Ivan Ivanich. She did not seem to herself more beautiful, but ... it is impossible to explain. His admiration was suddenly transmitted to her, penetrated into her - through his gaze, through his hands, which crushed her naked, as if they had the right to do so ...

- You see? BUT? Open your eyes, duretsalo duroshlepskoe ... Why are you grunting?

- Funny curse ...

- And I do not want funny. Go here.

He suddenly dragged her by the hand into the room, sat her down on his knees, took both her cheeks and turned her to face him:

- Well? Pink rose ... Understood or not?

Laura suddenly realized what that feeling was: she was very excited. Brutally, to ringing in the ears.

It was very strange to understand that.

- Understood-understood ... For divorce on sex, yes?

- Here's another! - Ivan Ivanovich suddenly got up, shook off Laura. - I need all sorts of Pigalitsa who do not understand what nature gave them ... Go to the shower, let us sleep. It's morning already.

- sleep?

- On different beds, Laura, on different. Until you feel your power, I will not pester you, and do not ask. Here, Ivan Ivanovitch got a huge, like a bag, T-shirt with Mick Jagger, - this is for you instead of a night dress. Just to the knees ...

He took Laura to the shower. The bath was filled to the top with water.

- You can flop: the water is clean. So, sir, he quickly grabbed something that lay on the edge of the bathroom and hid it in his pocket. - Look like that's it. I will lie to you, I will lie down myself and close myself - go without me. Mustache? Good night, Laura from Bangalore.

He looked at her intently, forcing him to blush to the collarbone, and went out.

For a while Laura stood, digesting everything that was.

Then she closed herself on the latch, checked whether she was holding well, got into the warm water, turned on the shower, lay down, closed her eyes - and began to purr from the sweet water needles that were stuck in her pussy ...

3.

Sensual shadows that enveloped her in the morning thickened in tickling sourness between her legs.

She blossomed like a tropical flower, sprouting straight from Laura's hidden flesh, and enveloped her pussy with spicy sweetness, from which she wanted to soar to the sky and sweep, pushing her out of herself, like a rocket pushes burnt fuel ... a butterfly, multicolored as a flower bed, sat between its legs, dipped its proboscis into it - and drank it from the inside, varnished it, licked spicy moisture from its depths, sucked it with greedy proboscis ...

“Iyeeeeeeee ...,” Laura groaned, “and suddenly waking up, she opened her eyes.”

They saw an unfamiliar room sunlit and did not understand anything.

Sucking bliss did not let her go. Glancing down, Laura saw a shorn head instead of a butterfly.

“Tief,” mumbled the head.Tenacious fingers squeezed naked Lorina thighs, and Laura went limp, not having time to twitch.

Bliss suddenly flooded her ears. Her pussy bloomed and sparkled like fireworks, every millimeter of her swell with moisture - and it was so tasty, and hot, and desirable, and dazzling, that ...

- Ooooyoyoyiyyyyy ... - Laura howled, rolling on the bed like a cat. Her thighs were thrown open to crunch, so that her cruel mouth sucked out all the bubbling sweetness ...

“Well, that's it,” they said from below.

Someone's hand slapped Laura on a bud that was numb from satiety. Bud squelched loudly. - This is my first gift. Happy March 8th, Laura from Bangalore! And - good morning!

Ivan Ivanovitch sat down on the edge of her, smiling with his eyes, crazy like a tiger.

Laura, drenched in languor, could not move, and lay, raskoryatchiv wet farm.

“What a beauty she is, after all,” Ivan Ivanitch patted her pussy. - And yummy! ... Like it?

“Yyyiii,” Laura groaned. Ivan Ivanovitch held her right behind the bud, and Laura cut a desperate, gambling shame.

- It is good that you are telling the truth. And now - run to dress! Great things are waiting for us.

- What kind? And what else will be a gift? - Laura squeaked, jumping up after Ivan Ivanovich.

- You will see. Passport with you?

- Yes...

- Okay. When do you say parents come back?

- The twelfth ... Oh, and what have you got ...

- So, well, scat. Scamp away! - Ivan Ivanovich drove her away from the computer. - Quickly in the shower, have breakfast - and ...

- So what?

- You will see.

4.

They stood at the black jeep.

“Nah,” Laura shook her head.

All her nerves were buzzing like wires in the wind.

- Do you trust me? - Ivan Ivanovich asked her.

- I do not know you...

“I don't know you either.” I do not ask this. Do you trust me?

She looked into her eyes, and Laura felt the gaze entering her, like butter, penetrating the heart, into the livers ... and she, Laura, languidly and excitedly from this, as from the morning "gift."

“Yes,” she nodded.

- Then climb.

He got behind the wheel, and Laura climbed up next to the front seat.

- So where are we going?

- You will know a lot - you will soon grow old. For the gifts you are going, Laura-Taratora. Let's go!

He turned on the music, the morning, exciting, and the jeep pulled off. Laura squealed with delight ...

Less than half an hour, as she looked at the piles of outfits, demolished by her from around the boutique, and said, stuttering:

- I ... I did not know ddazhe ...

- So. Well, try it. In my opinion, very cool, - Ivan Ivanitch thrust at her another crooked rag, led him off the screen, barely complexed, helped him to dress, straightened here and there, and then again and again he said: - Not, again, garbage. Figuten figutenskaya ... Come on here it is.

After much work, stunned Laura came out of the boutique in a new lingerie, in a green dress, in high-heeled shoes, in a luxurious beige coat - and the same number of things lay in the bag that Ivan Ivanovitch carried.

- And this is to vydrene fen! - he threw an old outfit into her urn.

- Eeeeee! What shall I say to Rodak ?!

- Truth. That you have a rich papa, who buys you worth the gear, and not all gothic shit. I will never believe, by the way, that your parents bought you such ...

He hit the mark. Crimson Laura climbed behind him in the car.

- Now where?

- There too: on Kudykin Mountain. Paaaagnali! ..

Ten minutes later, Laura, speechless, sat in a beauty salon, and a whole regiment of girls danced around her. Ivan Ivanovich commanded them as a choreographer:

- So! ... What kind of piercing can be removed - well, so that the hole is not visible, or else the crow will fly there, build a nest ... shoot it to the core of the hair dryer. No, leave the eyebrow, it's just good ... Hair? So, at first we wash off this gothic ink ... so that they paint Putin, e-mine! What are you there under them, Lor? ... Read more →