the main element of the whole action. He was thin and long with a very pronounced head. Semi-elastic, not yet fully finished. I got condoms out of the bag, which I usually bought for oral sex, they smelled deliciously of apple and cinnamon. With each movement of my lips, the dick grew tighter, straightened more, Serozha was flying away.

I sat on top of him, holding onto the ceiling of the car. The member slipped easily and we immediately set the frantic pace of our fights. Not my hurry and use the closed space, but there are people who are important to the process, and it was me, and there are people who are important to the fact of possession, and it was Serozha. By the way, among the latter, men are more often dominated, and among the first half are both of the other sex.

My ears were blooming from the easy vulgar flattery coming from Serezha.

Skillful sponges, skillful hands, beautiful pussy and other skillful and beautiful parts of the body.

The finish of my lover was stormy - he squeezed me in his arms so that in the morning I found bruises in the lumbar region, where his hands were.
We drove home, I said little, I was very comfortable both physically and mentally.
I did not remember how this sex turned out, I did not think about Lena, I just enjoyed the moment.
I treated everything that happened with irony. As for the summer one-time adventure of a young, not burdened by a little lady.

But two days later, Seryozha called and offered to play bowling. So our relationship stretched out for another year, which is rather strange - our sexual temperaments were completely different.
Lena didn’t seem to have met the “boss” and I avoided her.
...
Five years later I happened to be on the Volga. I was in close contact with someone from my company, not so with someone. Only two people remained in the city - Lena, the one “in still waters” and Andrey. Andrew on the day of my arrival was in court, divorced his wife.

So I scored Lena.
We had a good chat and decided to sit in a cafe.

My attitude towards her became softer, but I can not say that I jumped from delight to be in her society.
I came earlier, sat at a table, drank coffee. When Lena approached me, I did not immediately recognize her.
Lena looked very good, a little plumper, but no, stop. She was pregnant. On her right hand was a wedding ring.

- You got married?

Lena crouched down.

- Yes, I still waited for him.

All my positive attitude floated down the river.

Lena ordered salad, juice, cake. I drank coffee and thought to take myself vodka.

- How are you? We somehow stopped communicating with you, as you and Serge began to meet.

- Yes, somehow drifted away.

I tapped my finger on the cup.

- How is your family life, husband satisfied? - I asked, barely hiding malice.

Lena moved closer to me.

- Well, we first had problems with sex, you know, I’m never with anyone, but everything worked out.

- As with anyone?

Lena was surprised.

- Well, with no one.

I sighed.

- Well, to hell with you, with no one so with anyone. But what about that old asshole on a merci?

“What asshole?” - asked Lena.

- The one who pays four thousand at a time.

Lena rounded eyes.

- How do you know about it?

I said nothing.

- Well, do not say if you do not want. Yes, it was such a thing. Somehow a man in his years calls me, they say, work out with my tongue. Agreed on a preliminary meeting. I arrived, his car is so chic. And two guards are standing. And near the jeep. I tensed, let's communicate with him. And then this old hrych in the process says: "I will pay for sex." Kick, of course, I did not expect.

- And what did you say to him?

Lena was outraged.

- And what am I a prostitute? I wanted to give him a face, but it became terrible for me - it would take me somewhere, you never know. I wrote him a number that came to mind, said, they say, everything is ready. It was so scary, I later changed the apartment and all the phones.

I did not believe my ears. Lena really changed her apartment and telephones, and the story was plausible.

- So, Len, wait, but where does the kit come from?

- Which kit?

- Well, I came to you then, and on you with grenades, earrings and pendant.

- from gold that?

I nodded.
Lena laughed.

- Well, this is from Seryoga.

- What Seryoga? - I did not understand.

- From the one with whom you hung out for a year.

I felt bad.

- Len, did you sleep with him?

Lena was outraged again.

- Sasha, damn it, what are you? I have not slept with anyone. Just once, Sergey asked me if I wanted to work for one hip-hopp group. I loved to sing and, of course, agreed. I sang a couplet there, and the song was about sex at the club. And they decided to decorate it with female and male moans, well, write them down. I did not agree for a long time, but Seryoga, let me crush: “You have such an erotic voice, come on, come on.” Well, then I offered to pay more, and I agreed, I even liked it. I myself would not have dared to put in so much money, I asked him, he brought this kit to me.

I sat in a daze, as if I had been hit by a sledgehammer.

- Len, and this is not the song where you say: “Take me from behind, I love it so much” and “Stronger, stronger”?

- Oh, and you listened to her? - Lena asked in surprise.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

The rest of the evening we recalled the past.
At parting, I asked how much that pomegranate set cost.
Thirty six thousand rubles.
Still, it's great that not everything is for sale in this life.