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* From Guillaume Apollinaire's poem "Lorelei". - approx. auth.

When Laura came out of the salon, trimmed, repainted, completely taken aback by the impressions and because she did not recognize herself in the mirror - she noticed how several men from the crowd looked at her at once, and someone even slowed down.

“It will still be there,” said Ivan Ivanovich. - We will assume that we have revealed you by thirty percent. There are still seventy ... They drove, the Lore-eyed, very little time!

- Where?

- How where? In Domodedovo.

- What?!

- The airport is like that. Have you heard? - Ivan Ivanovich muttered, pushing her into the jeep.

- Where are you taking me ...

- In one cushy little place.

- But ...

- The eleventh evening will be back. Rods still call roaming, right? I'll throw a bill to your account. How old are you?

- Eighteen...

- Well, nice. And then I thought I tried in vain ...

5.

Three hours later, Laura, drunk from men's eyes, sat in the seat of the Moscow-Dubrovnik plane, and Ivan Ivanitch, as if nothing had happened, told her the intricacies of catching butterflies:

- It is necessary with her, you understand, as with a person: to understand her. Then she will fly to you ...

When it was possible to unfasten the belts, Ivan Ivanovitch asked:

- Do you want to use the toilet?

- Yeah ...

- Let's go.

Unsuspecting Laura walked, eyes down, between rows, and was surprised only when he stuck in with her, slamming the door.

Behind the walls it roared as if a waterfall were bubbling around. Immediately it became terrible.

- Oh ... and ...

- Pipi wanted? Well, come on.

- Ah ... and you ...

- And I will admire. Can?

After a brief altercation, Laura lowered her panties and sat down on the toilet.

- Sit down further, so it was clear. Like this...

A pissed off Laura let out a jet, physically feeling her gaze on her pussy.

- Here you go. Pissing girl - this is much more beautiful than the boy peeing, I assure you. And now - a little hygiene ...

He soaped his hand and began to busily wash Laureen's pussy, feeling every fold and every corner.

It was so stupidly pleasant that Laura rolled her eyes against her will.

“We understand each other well with her ... with your girl ...” Ivan Ivanovitch was saying, gleaming eyes.

The washing imperceptibly turned into affection: with gentle, deep movements he jerked Lore her clitoris, and it seemed to him that he was feeling and tickling her heart. The door was tugged, and inside Laura had a chill every time, but Ivan Ivanovitch said “there’s nothing, there’s another tubzik,” and he continued to do his job.

A sweet itch filled Laura from ear to ear. It seemed to her that in her pussy a tickling feather trembled, tearing out streams of honey with syrup from it ... Soon Ivan Ivanitch pulled out some kind of fat cream and smeared it with Lorin's bud, penetrating his mouth into the mouth; then he unbuttoned his pants, got his genital organ - the real, purple, veined and folds - carefully smeared it with the same cream ...

Laura's eyes went dark.

- Did you do it before? - asked Ivan Ivanovich.

- What?

- Do not that. Fuck before?

“Nnnet ...” she stammered.

- I know. For the pro forma I ask. Come on, stand up ...

He raised her for armpits.

- The ass is higher ... like this ... Well, hold on, Señora Laura!

He attached to her pussy. His strong hands held Laura, as in a vice, and she did not even try to escape. It was scary like a dentist, when the itchy rod is already reaching for the teeth ...

An invisible waterfall roared around. The floor vibrated and the feet were tickled. Under the ass gaped an abyss of ten kilometers ...

“Aaaaaaa! ...” Laura screamed suddenly.

- What? “I’m still not doing anything,” Ivan Ivanovitch chuckled ... and suddenly, with a strong movement, planted it on myself.

- Aaaahgr ...

Laura choked on a scream.

- Everything, everything, silly, well, everything is already, well, why are you? - Ivan Ivanovich whispered, gradually vybivaya into it. - What are you narrow ...

He began to kiss her in the forehead, in the temples, in the eyes ... Helpless Laura felt how he was bossing him - she was pulling her core, she was going forward, backward, again forward ... It almost did not hurt, but it was simply monstrous - to feel someone else’s flesh so deep in yourself. Almost as if Laura was opened, like a parcel post, and her heart and brains were kneaded with her bare hands, or a living tree or flower was planted directly into her ...

Fuck me, she thought. “Lord. Me fuck For real. Now. Ahhhhh ... "

Suddenly the tickling feather echoed down there below; Immediately the walls of the pussy, stretched to convulsions, responded, and I wanted to toss and turn, to crouch, to plant more closely, although it was painful ...

- Aaaaa, earned our ass, - Ivan Ivanovitch was delighted. - I smelled what was being done to her ... Well, hold on!

He began to fuck her harder, not going out, but only pressing deep into strong, jerky shocks. Each push hit where it was tickling the itchy feather ...

From tension Lore laid ears. She did not notice that whimpering moans were breaking out of her, that her legs were numb, her thigh cramped ...

It was not bliss or even pleasure; it was uncomfortable, scary, somewhat painful and unpleasant; but it was so powerful, so embarrassing and hot, and Laura was overwhelmed by such primeval arousal that she lost control of herself.

- Eeee! Hush, hush ... - Ivan Ivanovitch persuaded her, kissing her face like a red peony. - Hush, girl, do not be so ...

He died in the toilet a long time ago, and it cost him a lot of work to stop the infuriated Laura and remove the swollen dick from her.

“Y ou ... y y ... s ..." Laura whined, cooling off after the race.

- Oh Gods! Did you finish Well, you give ... you felt mine, - he smacked her nose. - Get dressed and go. Come on, Laura Señora ... So what, what's the queue? Do not dare, dear, - he snapped to someone, opening the door.

Laura barely crawled to her seat.

She was so tired that, sitting down in a chair, she immediately slipped into a rainbow void - and did not resist her, but on the contrary, happily boomed there, leaving her mind and memory somewhere on the surface ...

6.

Waking up, Laura looked at the walls and curtains for a long time with round meaningless eyes, trying to find at least some clue in her memory.

Memory, as always, returned suddenly. Pulling away, Laura reached out to pussy. Moved her hips, checking sensations. I lay still, trying to feel what was with her ...

Suddenly realizing that she was lying naked, she jumped up.

Yellow spots stuck to the sheet beneath it. Looks like Ivan Ivanovich fucked her while she was sleeping ...

This thought did not terrify her, on the contrary - she pricked her nerves with sweet horror, and Laura began to sing and jump, jumping like a goat.

Besides her, there was no one in the room. In the next room were Ivan Ivanich's belongings — clothes, a mobile phone, and a notebook.

Looking at them, Laura thought about it ... but then she saw a mirror and flew towards him with a bullet.

- Wow! ..

Instead of the usual Gothic girl with black patla to her bosom, she was looked at by a naked beauty with awesome make-up, still not washed away, with hair and eyebrows repainted into a marvelous golden honey color, with a bent asymmetrical haircut and a sensual, plaintily generous body.

Most of all she was surprised that for the first time she liked her body. She even got aroused looking at her abundant boobs, which she always considered loose and sloppy. Having stumbled upon herself, having upset the mirror-like beauty of erysipelas and slightly jerking off a bud, Laura skipped a little jump in search of a soul ... but Ivan Ivanich again stumbled upon things.

The temptation was too great. Looking ten times and listening, she took his notebook and plunged into the study, sticking her tongue out of curiosity ...

Quick steps behind the wall made her jump, ... Read more →