- I ... I would like to take a walk now, if you don't mind ..., - somehow Christine collected her thoughts.

“I am against it,” smiled Luka, and again he pressed his lips to her half-opened lips. This time the kiss disarmed Christina completely. His lips sweetly gently caressed her short tremulous touches, making the girl's entire will melted like wax from the fire. She enjoyed the scent of his dear perfume, the light roughness of his chin and cheeks, and his confident bold movements. She just lost track of time and orientation in space, so at some point she suddenly found herself lying on the couch in the arms of Luke, who bent over her in the pose of a predator eagerly devouring her completely capitulated prey. She somehow instinctively reached for his chest, hot and powerful, with shy fingers slipped on a thin silky shirt to his neck and hugged him, running her hand over the smooth tight collar of his shirt and lightly pressing Luka to her. His tongue slid between her lips, teasing and scorching. Then she felt his hand go down her body, touching her neck, chest, lower abdomen and thigh. A short skirt ripped up, and with his fingers he groped bare skin over his stockings, cool and covered with goose bumps from his touch. For some reason, fear suddenly seized her. Maybe it finally came to her that all this would not end in innocent caresses and crimping, because she was not dealing with a peer. The girl abruptly put her hand down to intercept Luka's hand, but instead he grabbed her wrist and, without any difficulty, as if he did not feel her resistance, pressed her hand to the sofa next to her head. Christina began to choke on his greedy kiss and tried to somehow push him away with her second free hand, but Luka was too strong and heavy.

When he raised himself slightly above her to look into her eyes, her lips were so torn by his kiss that they were very red, swollen and trembling. She often gasped for air and, as she could, rested against his chest with her free hand. Her blond curls scattered on a dark green sofa, eyelashes continually shuddered, eyes looked at him frightened, but at the same time wandered through his hair, lips, neck. Cynically watching the girl’s dismay, Luka grabbed both her hands and twisted it over her head. With his free hand, he slowly and patiently began to unbutton the small buttons of her blouse. The girl bent to somehow get out of his grip.

- What's the matter? Have you changed your mind?

- I ... I was not going to do that! - suddenly, having broken off on crying, Christina blurted out, - you attacked me, like ... how I don't know who! Let go

“Just a few minutes ago you didn’t complain,” he leaned over and smacked her lips, continuing to unbutton her blouse. Then he pushed both cups of her translucent lace bra to the side and froze, admiring her elastic bulk breasts with small pale pink nipples like buds of miniature roses.

- Kiss it still all right, but I do not want more! I just can not! We have not even really met!

“So let's meet you,” his head bowed to her chest, and he passionately pressed his lips to one of her nipples, then to the other, gently squeezing one of her breasts with his fingers. She was so fresh and tender, and she smelled like burnt sugar like caramel. Among the women he knew so far, no one used such a essentially childish and naive scent. He slowly drove his tongue with pleasure around her tiny nipples or sore them painfully with his teeth so that the girl bent and cried out softly. However, it was a groan of pleasure, not pain.When he had so much fun with her breasts, his hand again slipped to her bare thighs, slim and elastic. They moved under the weight of his body and under the touch of his fingers. The resistance was already useless, and as soon as she opened her mouth to argue something else, he began to greedily kiss her lips again, not allowing her to dodge. His hand finally slipped under her elastic ass and in one motion pulled off her panties. The girl either moaned, or tried to scream and began to resist especially hard.

- What's the matter? - Luka hung over her with a carefree mockery on a beautiful face, - I want to check whether you are tasty everywhere, - his fingers slid into the tender supple mouth of her sex lips, slightly moved inwards and felt hot juicy moisture.

The girl paused for a moment, but then suddenly all over again fluttered and excitedly whispered, breaking and gasping:

- How can you do this to me! I'm your guest! What happens if our parents find out ?!

- Our parents? - Luka asked with ironic contempt, - I haven’t been accountable to my parents for a long time, and your ancestors are your problem, to be honest.

- I am underage! - Christina furiously blurted out the last forces, - I will write a statement to you as soon as I run away from here!

“You must write it,” Luca laughed. “Don't forget about the juicy details.” The cops love it.

Luka's fingers gently moved along the girl's smooth wet crotch. So that it does not interfere with him, he spread her legs with his foot and slowly and competently caress her neck, ears and shoulders with her lips and tongue. He felt with his lips that goose bumps were running down her skin, especially when his finger was slipping on her clitoris, which was inflamed with caress.

Suddenly the door to the room opened. Luka raised himself over the back of the couch to see who entered. He had already got rid of his shirt and tie, and Christina, not without embarrassment, noted for herself how beautiful his trained torso was. But the voice of the one who had come in distracted her from this contemplation.

- Oh, did I interfere? - a cheerful, impudent male voice sang, - Actually, your morel warned me that no one should come to you, but I can.

Christina, taking advantage of the fact that Luka was distracted and raised herself, slipped out from under him, jumped up and, covering her chest with her unbuttoned blouse, retreated to the window with her back. She was about to rush to the door, but she was blocked by a young man with long, blond, dyed, wavy hair, tanned, with a cheerful smile wandering on his lips and a dark brown eye with a bold, sharp look. He was wearing stylish worn brown and red jeans, a blue checkered shirt, and a grated leather jacket the color of old rust with a defiant collar. Seeing Christina, he slightly tilted his head to the side, as if pleasantly surprised. The girl retreated further and huddled into a corner between the wall and the closet. Luka got up from the couch, and Christine, with horror for herself, noted that he was not at all embarrassed and even seemed pleased to see this type coming. However, Christina guessed who it is.

- I see, you don’t waste your time, though, I remember, no later than the day before yesterday I rubbed something about my indifference to the female sex. Although, - Matvey (and it was he who) looked at Christina with a conciliatory gaze, - I understand who healed you from the blues.

- Honestly, it was this girl that I would not want to share.

“As a child, you were a goon and did not want to share your toys.”

- Maybe it's because you broke them? - graciously said Luke.

“That's why I grew up so clever,” Matvey approached Christine, shivering in anticipation of his fate, with a slow, relaxed walk. Luka went to the bar and drank a couple of sips directly from the neck of a bottle. Then he imposingly leaned his elbow on the rack, expecting what would happen next.

Matvey approached Christine almost closely and gently stroked her disheveled hair. Then he slowly took off his leather jacket and casually threw it on the nearest chair.The sleeves on his shirt, he also slowly and calmly rolled up almost to the elbow.

- What did you do to her, podlyuga? She is trembling all over - sincere sympathy in his voice was not at all audible, just a sneer, so Christina turned away to avoid Matthew's new touch.

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