urethra right on the hands of his mistress.

- Oh, you cattle !!! On the hands that feed you, ssysh? - Mistress weighed a powerful slap with a wet palm.

Little by little the action moved into the bedroom.
The room was lit a thousand and one candle. What there just was not the size and style. For every taste and color: both twisted, twisted, and soaked with apples. The atmosphere, frankly, intimate, to the sexual pleasures of disposing.

- And now let's play the game “I am Godzilla, you are Japan”. Defend yourself! - Mrs. issued a formidable bestial roar and went on the offensive. Instead of spewing out lava, she burned Max with a candle and squirted melted wax. In one, Mrs. Elvira was right, she really was very much like a monstrous kaiju, and if not a formidable temper, then a giant sumo wrist, so sure.

- Neither give nor take, musei wax figures. - Elvira summed up, rather looking at her slave. Max was almost completely smeared with frozen wax. Even in the eyes of the trohu got. Only the groin area remained untouched. And then only for the simple reason that the slave managed to get his children's swimming trunks.

- Do you even allow anyone to dress? What drafts are afraid, golozhopik? Trusnyak off! - Elvira commanded and, without waiting for the execution of the command, she tore off her panties from the slave.

- What is this for a dense forest? - Elvira was perplexed when she saw the bushy Maksov motif, although there were no questions five minutes ago in the bathroom. - Now we will remove your Vietnamese jungle with a flame.

B. did not have time to recover from the attack of Gojira, as his groin was again exposed to fiery effects.
- I love the smell of napalm in the morning! - drawing in the air with her nose, said Elvira Borisovna.

B. tried to cover up her disgrace from the painful attacks of the Lady, but she properly tied his limbs with a clothesline.

Having seen a bottle of Soviet shamp in the hands of Mrs. Max was already delighted, they say, they will celebrate the end of the execution, especially after the wax it would not be bad to soak the neck.
- Crystal do not want? - Elvira asked the tortured freak.
- Agy-gee-gee! - B. desperately wanted to drink and tried to signal this to the lady as he could. For the sake of a shampoo of shampoo, he was now ready to give up even a jar of “Nuchella”.
- Only have to deserve a drink, or do you disagree?
Once again, nodding affirmatively, Max moved closer.
- Who allowed you to sneak up, jackals? You will squirm when they say.
- oh!
- You want to fill your wine glass, you have to sweat a little, that's it. With your bony bum you take a sip.
In the eyes of Max sparkled (sparkling wine).
- And I somehow forgot that you are still not printed with us.

Elvira Fedotovna twisted Max with her back to herself and bent over. She removed a new, small-sized dildo from the drawer, and attached it to the lower abdomen. Dunula-spat and entered.

- Iayayayayayayayayaya !!! - Max screamed at such haste.

- Well, well, small. At first it only hurts, then it goes like clockwork. Orgasm for orgasm will catch. - Fedotovna said in the voice of a woman who had already conceived all imaginable orgasms.

B. believed her as an alcoholic mother when she promised him a Dark Hron hoodie for his birthday, but as a result she presented ashes and broken children's dreams.

Blind faith slipped from the crown to the rectum, here it acquired the form of empty promises, and by means of a strap-on it was rapidly transformed into a kind of goofy cocktail.
- Fuck-tibidok-fuck-tibidokh! - the Mistress sentenced, clutching at the thin little Maksov beard.

All four hairs were extremely tight. Even the opening of the mouth did not help. The hostess was clearly ecstatic and did not control her movements.

B. held on to the stool with both hands, trying not to collapse on the floor - so powerful were the frictions. At some point he lost count and could not already say exactly how many reciprocating movements his Mistress performs every second.

- It seems I'm ready to finish.The guy, the guy, the guy aaaaaaaa !!!

Elvira Fedotovna squealed like a poodle and jerked her limbs like a beetle upturned on its back. In the orgasmic seizure that overtook the Mistress, Max did not even notice how he had lost his nifty beard, and his thoughts about depriving of anal innocence were stunned.

The body of the Mistress shook with spasms, and the slave, meanwhile, experienced a powerful erection. Yes, yes, Max got up. And the stake.

Recovering, Elvira Fedotovna held her beaver (the one on her head) with a fist and started coughing. Spitting sputum on the floor, she stood up and reached for a bottle of Soviet champagne, which was immediately on the nightstand.

- Fantastish muscular! - she quoted her favorite Austrian actor Schwarzenfebel.

Opening the bottle, Mistress sightingly pointed the cork at the Max's personal belongings. Mrs. turned out to be a well-aimed shooter and the ringing of bells responded in every corner of slave consciousness.
The hostess shaken Shamp well and plunged her neck into the scarlet tunnel of her slave. He sank and fell silent.

A shower of purple foam fell on the room and Elvira Fedotovna’s boots. The little boy arched his back. Mrs., with the words: “For BeDeEsEM”, theatrically pulled the vessel out of the ass and finished the rest.

- And now you can finish, brute.

The generosity of the Lady knew no bounds. Max turned inside out and tickled his bluish testicles. Pisyulka lifeless hung over on its side and stuck to his thigh. I had to pinch my injured personal belongings a little.
- I see you without me can not cope, the abscess. - Elvira went to the crooked slave and looked into his pathetic little soul. - Try this shit.

Mrs. turned back to him and weighed gimbal.
- Eat everything that I give you, and do not dare to lump if I see that I have hidden the edge in my pocket - I will give pain to the temple.
Max understood the first time and opened his mouth wide.
The “rectum-the slave's stomach” route train slowly emerged from the tunnel.
- Say "aaaa"! - Madam podnatuzhilas, and the first part of the flopped in the depot.
- Om-nom number! - the slave hardly coped with intestinal departures.

It was tasteless, yes a lot. Max tried as best he could. Tears spilled from his eyes. The gag factor worked. Kakahi did not fit into the cavity of the company, the pieces fell on the carpet.
- Fool !! Dickhead !! How many chocolate I miss! - to the disappointment of the dominoes there was no end to the edge.
She straightened up, and tears stood in her eyes. A bungler Max could not do anything about it. Having scouted the treat, he was spitting it on the floor, snorting and squinting. The carpet can endure.

Elvira sat on the edge of the couch. It was obvious that she had nothing to do with it. She covered her face with her hands. Her whole being shook with sobbing. B. lost his body and sat down beside him. I tried to hug the Lady, so carefully on the shoulder.
- Well, what are you, dear. I did not mean that! - Max said his first articulate words for the whole story. - I tried to be a good slave for you, Elvira Fedotovna, sir.

She raised her tear-stained eyes to Max.
- As you do not understand, silly, that I am not even a man.
- All of us sometimes lose our human appearance. - philosophically remarked Max. - In the heat of battle when angry or in bed games.
- I'm not talking about that. - the tear-stained face of Mrs. Elvira acquired a completely serious look. Tears dried out. - How could you not notice that I am a female reptiloid guide?
- Female repti-guide ... what the fuck? !!!
- I was going to really digest you and eat you. But you touched on some reserved strings in my ... arghhhh !!

The woman’s fluttering face split in two, the teeth grin clearly visible from the bloody mess. Teeth as sharp as a razor blade. The teeth, capable of stopping the life cycles of Max B. overnight. Flaps of skin with husks hung from the sides of the lizard. In the eyes of a once human being, a flesh-eating light came on.

- Are you fucking kidding me? - Max went crazy rhetorically.

B. did not know where to go. The monster went straight to him. From excessive excitement, he climbed onto the curtains, but the floor lamp could not stand it and Max hit the back of the body painfully on the floor. Rubbing his bruised ass, he tried to get out onto the balcony before it was too late. But here, Max was disappointed.The door to the balcony did not yield. B. podnaleg all body, leaning his face straight to the glass. A terrible picture opened up to him: the door on the reverse side was propped by a skier, but that was not the worst. He saw the grin of a dead man. Yes, yes, you were not mistaken. On the balcony was a dead man. I don’t know if he was always there or just before Max came to go out for a smoke, but I write as it is.
- Pstoy, I tbyu anniversary! - Elvira-reptiloid made gurgling sounds.
- He will kill, by God she will kill !! - caught fire in the inflamed brain of our hero with arshin letters.

Suddenly the rescue phone in the hallway rattled.

Elvira was distracted by the sound, turning her face to the side, and Max realized that this was a chance. He leaped past her to the exit and on the way even managed to knock over a can of compote in order to cause an obstacle to the monster pursuing him.

Judging by the screeching from behind, the trap worked. (Especially for eroticspace.info/) Max ran to the front door, but that, naturally, was locked. What was happening was like a bad dream, and Max dreamed of waking up on his bed, sticky with sweat.

- Can hide in the bathroom? - the brain offered a brilliant way out. Anyone in such a situation would choose a bathroom rather than try to find the keys or weapons.

No sooner said than done. And here B. is already standing in the bath behind a thin curtain and trembling like a virgin.

There were shuffling sounds.

- Seem I forgot to cover the door with a latch. - remembered it was Max. - What kind of person am I? - he lamented.

- Scattered from the street Bassejnoy. - it was his answer because of the curtain in the voice of an alien from another planet. Although no, it was rather telepathic communication.

- Well, that's it! Fucked up! Grab it!

The curtain was torn off with the rings. Max squealed like a bitch like that, but it didn't help. The monster's legs wrapped around B.'s body, and a yellowish liquid poured into the drain. Max flowed and lost his senses.

There was no pain, only sweet languor. The darkness was replaced by light. B. did not feel his body.

- Really, I died and went to heaven? - the first thing Max B. thought. - Or, perhaps, on his nice, filthy couch? How glad I am, how I am ...

With difficulty he opened the Zenks, B. realized that he was wrong. He was in a kind of cocoon, hanging under the ceiling.

Elvira Borisovna, better known as the head of the security of the Wheel of Hvoruna, but in fact an alien reptiloid dog guide, crawled to B. in her earthly shell, and kissed her scarlet lips:

- I'm waiting for you tomorrow at 8. Do not be late!

(To be continued...)