Chris groaned softly, feeling his flesh stiffen. The little palm of the girl went down and gently touched the rebellious member of the guy, enjoying his fortress. Soft fingers wrapped around him and slightly squeezed the trembling table. The slave froze for a second, allowing the young man's body to get used to the new sensations, then began to slowly drive her hand up and down, sliding along the phallus, exciting her. At the same time, with her other hand, she began to caress his nipples, causing Chris's body to tremble with increasing excitement.

“I can't hold back anymore,” the guy begged and wanted to turn to Zizi already.

The mulatto, gently stroking his wet hair, whispered softly in his ear:

- It's not time, darling, be patient.

Chris humbled himself and got a little cold, closing his eyes, and completely surrendered to the caress of the girl. He was surprised to find out how skilled his slave was in the love games, despite her youth. And how beautiful and gentle she was with him. The young man promised himself that he would never again go to these rude and cold girls for dubious pleasures, after visiting which he returned empty and depressed.

- What are you thinking, sir? - quietly asked Zizi, without ceasing to caress him.

“About you, Zizi,” Chris breathed, “About being stupid because I couldn't see the beautiful tender in you ...”

- Shh, - the slave put a finger to the lips of a young man, - Do not continue.

- What are you thinking about? - Chris in turn asked a question after a short pause.

- About you, my beloved, - the mulatto's voice was gentle and gentle, - That I ...

She was silent for a moment, as if deliberating, telling the truth to her master, or keeping silent.

- Speak, - asked the young man.

“I love you, my master,” the slave suddenly started and stiffened.

Chris squeezed the girl’s narrow palm and raised it to his lips. With extraordinary tenderness, he began to kiss her fingers, every inch, every nail. Slave echoed him, covering her shoulders and neck with tender kisses. The guy felt her hot breath on his skin, and a new wave of excitement covered him with his head, inexorably approaching the long-awaited discharge.

Chris was lying on his bed completely exhausted but immensely happy. Nearby, curled up, putting her little head on his shoulder and gently clasping the strong torso of the young man with a brown hand, Zizi sat like a child, smiling in her sleep. Closing his eyes, Chris again and again recalled a love game that ended only late at night.

Again and again he recalled how he grabbed the girl from the bath, picked him up and carried him to the bedroom, and she, so fragile and gentle, trustingly threw her strong neck with her slim hands, pressed her cheek to her shoulder. When he reached the bed, Chris laid the slave on his back, and, sitting beside him, began to passionately kiss the girl, trying not to miss a single cell of her beautiful rose-smelling dark body.

The mulatto wriggled in his arms, quietly moaning and squinting from pleasure. Her burning eyes were filled with tears of happiness and love. Having stretched her arms to the sides, she gave all of herself to the caresses of her partner, as if to say: “Take me without a trace! I am all in your power! ”

Chris gently spread his hips slave to the side, opening himself access to the pink shining from the juices of the mink and lips pressed to it. He inhaled with pleasure the scent of a young body and began to kiss the tender female flesh. Zizi groaned and bent all over, leaning towards the owner's caresses, clasping his head with his hands and pressing her to his bosom. The young man, squeezing the elastic hemispheres of the buttocks, dug his lips into the quivering body of the girl, which had a thrill of excitement, without having the strength to tear himself away from him, began to frantically suck this open shell, pulsing with desire.

The slave groaned loudly and slowly sank onto the pillows, breathing heavily after a strong orgasm. Chris lay down beside her and gently kissed the slave on the half-open lips.

“Let me, my lord, caress you,” the mulatto whispered.

Without waiting for an answer, she, like a little lizard, slipped at Chris's legs and lay her head on his muscular belly, slightly setting her ass aside. Clasping the fallen boy's fallen finger, the slave began to gently stroke him along the entire length of the trunk. The member twitched, as alive and began to strain. The girl gently moved the soft supple skin, revealing the head, and clung to her lips.

A warm wave ran through Chris's body. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked Zizi on the bulging buttocks. Feeling affectionate stroking, the mulatto threw her ass even more to the side, giving her lover more space, and herself at that time, opening her mouth, swallowed his penis almost to the ground. Her soft wet tongue, like a tireless moth, began to fly around an ever-straining organ, caressing him. The young man with great pleasure felt the hot breath of his partner, her gentle caress, which became more and more persistent.

“I'll blow up now,” he croaked, hardly restraining himself.

“I'll help you,” Zizi, like an experienced gymnast, turned over to face Chris and, squatting down, saddled the guy.

Strongly bent back, she rested her hands on his knees, and carefully began to sit down on the stuck stick. Chris saw her large sex lips moving apart, letting the rod strained to the limit. After waiting a couple of seconds, until a member "mastered" in a warm, wet mink, the slave began to move up and down. At first slowly, then the tempo increased, and soon, she “galloped” on him, like on a horse, rushing in a pace. Her tight breasts, filled with excitement, jumped in time with the movements. By helping herself with the tumble of the lower abdomen, the girl thereby inflamed not only herself but also her partner.

Chris put his palm on the invitingly sticking knob of the clitoris, which had independently got out from under the visor, and began to slowly and gently stroke, feeling how it increases even more and begins to tremble in his fingers.

Not wanting a quick end to the act, Zizi suddenly slowed down the pace, but after a few moments she jumped again, bringing the young man to the long-awaited peak of pleasure. Chris tensed up and moaned protrudingly, releasing a strong stream of warm semen into the now scarlet womb of a slave. Zizi was not long in coming. Her whole body shook with convulsions, her skin was covered in sweat. The girl also moaned and froze for a few seconds, then, barely moving her limbs, she slipped from Chris and fell into exhaustion on the bed next to her master, breathing heavily from fatigue.

“How beautiful you are, master,” the slave whispered faintly, “How strong you are.” You drank me to the bottom, my love.

“You were gorgeous too, Zizi,” the young man replied, hugging the girl by the shoulders and drawing her to him.

Saburo, who returned in the dead of night, passing by his pupil’s bedroom, heard only the measured snoring of a young man. The door to the room was slightly ajar, but he did not become curious, but went to his room and went to bed.

***

Helen woke a terrible noise and screaming from the bottom. The next instant, the door to her bedroom thundered open, and on the threshold appeared a sailor from their crew, whose name was Berg. He was all smudged with soot, blood dried on his left cheek, and his shoulder, which had been hastily tied up with a dirty rag, was bleeding.

- What's the matter? - abruptly sat on the bed, the woman shouted, in surprise, forgetting that she was not wearing a nightgown.

- Trouble, Mrs. Helen! - choking, replied the sailor.

- What trouble? Speak plainly, Berg, - Helen still pulled the blanket to her.

“There is a fire on the schooner,” Berg slowly began to sink to the floor.

- Jeremy! Shouted Helen.

“I am here, madam,” the servant appeared at the door of the bedroom, bent over in an unchanged bow.

“Look what happened to him,” the woman ordered. “Just not here.” I have to get dressed.

Jeremy helped the sailor up and walked him down. Helen, as the cat jumped out of bed and rushed to the closet.

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