Marina got in front of the TV, and I went to make coffee. I have a weakness for this drink. Color, taste, smell, even the cooking process gives me pleasure. It will be incredibly pleasant to spend an hour of work to get a small cup of flavored drink.

After making sure that the uninvited guest was absorbed in what was happening on the screen, I pulled out a Turk, coffee beans and spices. Today, my choice fell on ground cinnamon, ginger and cardamom.

I preferred to grind grain by hand in order to “feel” the drink from the very beginning. Believe it or not, but hand-made coffee with the right mood has a much more powerful energy.

The main thing in the preparation of coffee, follow the foam, a second confusion and the drink will be irretrievably spoiled. I prefer to bring the coffee to the boil three times, no sugar and milk.

Drink this wonderful drink, too, should be special. This is not “ashes” from the jar, which can be varnished with glasses. I prepared a neat white cup in advance, now I’ll boil it with boiling water and ...

- Do you make coffee? Yourself? - a curious girl silently appeared behind her back. - And do not break you so bother? I don't like coffee at all, tea in tea bags - this is convenient.

Mood evaporated with great speed. And that she could not sit on the couch ... Tea bags! In pa-ke-ti-kah! Rave! Tea is one of the oldest drinks, tea is century-old traditions, tea is the most complicated ceremonies. I hate tea bags!

- Spill it on me a little bit, - the girl handed out an empty glass, the first one that came to hand. - I will try, that you there welded.

How lucky she is that I cannot move away from the stove. If I had not been afraid to miss the coffee, I would have thrown a nasty gash over my knee.

- I mean, can I try? - Marina quickly understood everything on my face. She knows how to make honest eyes, do not carp.

I began to torment a difficult choice, on the one hand, I wanted to spank sassy, ​​on the other hand, it was a pity to throw almost finished coffee. Paradoxical situation. I was so lost in thoughts that on the machine I finished preparing an aromatic drink, poured coffee into a neat cup, served with cinnamon stick for beauty and ... gave it to Marina.

I was so shocked by my own deed that I silently watched as the girl enjoyed MY drink.

“Not bad,” she praised fiercely.

I had to nod silently and go wash the dishes. The hussy just retired, re-occupying the TV.

I didn’t want to brew the second batch of coffee, the mood was gone completely.

What to do in the evening in a one-room apartment with a beautiful girl who is walking around in a bathrobe over her naked body. As it turned out, a lot of things. For example, quarrel about the choice of a television channel, quarrel over the toilet line, argue about what is for dinner, almost fight, deciding who will sleep on the floor and who on the bed. And all this in one evening.

In my life, there was suddenly a lot of Marina.

“I drink coffee and sleep,” I finally said. - You will be with me?

- Sleep !?

- Coffee.

- No, I will fit, - Marina turned off the TV and began to beat the pillow.

The coffee was a success, with a bitter taste and a tart smell. I had been savoring the drink for a long time, giving the guest an opportunity to get ready for bed. He washed the dishes and went to bed. Rather on the blanket near the bed ...

The light in the room was still burning, I decided that the girl had left it on purpose so that it was easier for me to get to the bed. I expected that she herself was already sniffing in two holes, turned away from the wall.

What I did not expect, so find Marina completely naked in the middle of the room.

- Do not enter! - screamed the girl, fish diving into bed. A moment and she was already wrapped in a blanket. Only the eyes shine. - Pervert!

In my opinion, it klinit on this word.

- What are you doing? - I was outraged. - Striptease decided to arrange?

- I took off my robe! It is awkward to sleep in it, - the problem guest began to justify herself. - I wanted to hang a chair ... And in general, you need to knock!

- That is, it's my fault?

- Yes!

Take a deep breath - exhale. It is useless to argue, the fact that I not only saw her completely naked last night, but also actively ... touched, does not play any role here. I saw, I am a bastard, I am guilty.

“Sorry, you're right, I had to knock,” I say in a peaceable tone. - I have never lived with a girl, let's agree that this is an annoying misunderstanding. Agreed?

- I didn’t live with a girl ... I didn’t take me to myself?

- Did not drive.

- Impotent?

I silently straightened the dressing gown on the back of the chair, then I sat down myself with the most severe look. Without blinking, stared at the girl.

- What do you overcore? - Marina was nervous. - What did I say that? Come on, are you offended?

I continue to drill the girl with a look. She still hesitates for some time, but does not stand up. Shyly hiding behind me with both hands, mince to me, casts a sidelong glance, but nevertheless carefully lay down on my knees. Belly down naturally.

I decided not to be zealous, I spanked loudly, offensively, but not painfully. (Especially for eroticspace.info) Marina suffered in silence, and when I started my post-slap massage I relaxed altogether. I squeezed the reddened ass a little and let the girl go.

Marina again slipped under the covers, twisting and turning for a long time, getting comfortable. Only when I turned off the light and lay down myself, she muttered softly:

- Good night.

- Nights.

What a good night it is when there is a naked beauty in my bed that I actively spanked all day. I would take a shower under cold water ... To control yourself, the main thing is to control yourself. With these thoughts, I chopped off.

And then the plot of the previous night began to repeat. I woke up at that moment when the naked Marina was sitting under my side.

- What are you doing? - I whispered.

In response, silence, the girl settled herself at the side, hugged me and quietly continued to sleep.

And you won’t wake me up so I don’t say, I still find myself guilty. Think of it, that I pulled her out of bed, that I am seeking. Screams will ... Stop. And why do I even worry about what she thinks?

I lay thinking for a long time. I felt the body of the girl, listened to her breathing, was afraid to move, so as not to wake up. So I fell asleep, this time until the morning.