raging girl under him, in two pushes, splashed into her completely, according to his feelings, filling her with sperm all the way to the neck.

Exhausted, they lay side by side on the bed, breathing heavily. Nicholas still sparkled before his eyes. Vika, taking his hand, ran his finger in the footsteps of whipping.

- Imagine, and the truth, almost no pain. That's what life-giving sex does, and giggled softly. “You have to admit it, I did a good job, I sustained twenty, even twenty-five such blows,” she continued, in the quiet voice of a satisfied woman. - Do you love me? - Vika clung to him stronger, demanding an immediate response.

“I love, I love very much,” embracing her, Nikolai placed her head on his shoulder. - Only the blows were no more than fourteen, but you are still well done.

Vika did not hear him, she was asleep.

This Saturday, Diana made a present to Nikolay - she borrowed a toy for the evening. I explained my gesture - Dee begged for such encouragement from her.

Having a tasty and satisfying meal with a blowjob, he sat in the chair, leaning on laziness and wondering how to continue the evening. Vika, naked, sat beside him, on her knees, he gently played with her breasts, pulling at her nipples. As always, a good idea was born suddenly.

Nikolai went to the bedroom, brought Vika clothes, a short skirt and a transparent, fine mesh blouse. The skirt was wonderful, reworked according to the instructions of Diana, she barely covered Vikin with her crotch, and smoothly rose from behind upwards, exposing her ass by a third. Diana sometimes ordered Vika to wear her at home. The sight was indescribable! As a rule, after an hour and a half, Nikolai pounced on Vika, the skirt flew away, it all ended in great rough sex.

Laying out the clothes on the couch, he ordered.

“Dee, paint yourself, get dressed, now let's go, take a walk in the park,” and sat back in the chair, watching her reaction with interest.

She was clearly confused. Muttering, listening, I stood by the mirror in the corridor to make up my eyes. In the mirror, she was clearly visible skirt with a blouse, lying on the couch.

Vika was nervous, everything was falling out of her hands. With a crash, she dropped the mascara, looking for a pencil for a long time. Arrow managed to hold crooked - convulsively rushed to erase, and draw again.

But finally, at the very least, the eyes were made up. Vika unsurely trampled by the mirror. Decided, fell to her knees and crawled to Nicholas. Stopping two steps away, she bowed her head.

- Allow me to disturb you.

- Speak, Dee, what happened?

- I understand you correctly that I will go for a walk in the park in these clothes? Or did you mean another?

- You correctly understood, precisely in this.

- Please forgive me. Allow me to dress?

Nikolai waved his hand - I allow.

Vika crawled back, got up and walked to the sofa with a wooden gait. After waiting for her to dress, he ordered her to turn around in front of him, looking at her with pleasure. The blouse was translucent, as if it was not there - the chest was visible in all details. Dark skirt contrasted with fair skin, emphasizing the bareness of the girl. From the chair, sitting, he could clearly see her lips, under the skirt. Behind the skirt did not hide anything, exposing the ass in a very interesting perspective. Even being completely naked, Vika would not look so perverse!

He got up from the chair.

“I see you're ready.” You look great, no one will pass by! Let's go.

Vick sadly went into the corridor.

- Open the door.

Vika hesitated, fell into a stupor. The remaining two meters to the front door, she walked in such small steps as a snail could overtake her.

Nikolai waited patiently, not hurrying, savoring her confusion.

The lock clicked, Vika opened the door. I took a step on the threshold.

“Stop,” he called out to her softly, “I think you forgot this,” he took a light raincoat from the hanger. - Really, you decided that I will take you to the street, to the show all. I'm greedy, not sharing toys.

Vick turned to him. Great relief played on her face. She felt like a condemned man who, at the last moment, was executed.On weak legs, she took a step back into the apartment, stumbled, almost fell, but Nikolay caught her. Embraced, tightly pressed to him.

- Vika, what's wrong with you, how are you?

She raised her joyous face to him.

- I now Dee, you forgot. Everything is normal, just legs buckled.

- Ok, Dee, are you scared? - he covered her face with kisses.

“Not the word, I shaken it up terribly, but when you, excuse me, you said about the cloak, it poured me like that, such a strange feeling, like an orgasm, only a peculiar one ...” .

He took it right in the corridor, against the wall. Slowly, slowly, enjoying his power over her. Another question, who gets more pleasure, I or she, flashed the thought.

And on Thursday Vika called him at work at four. She was hysterical. Breaking into sobs in a voice, she asked him to come urgently. He drove home as announced.

Vick rushed to him and sobbed, howled.

- It is no more, what will happen now? - she roared, fought in his hands. - How am I without her? Diana, poor Diana, why did you do it? Uuuuuuuuuuu!

He stood, not understanding anything, holding Vika hanging on him. Her grief was genuine.

Passed with her into the room, poured water. She drank, roared, drank again, her teeth knocked out a fraction on the glass.

Having calmed down a little, roaring, she showed him the computer with an open letter to Diana. While he was reading, she sat beside her, and whined, swaying from side to side, like an abandoned queen.

He read the letter twice before his meaning reached him.

Favorite, Dee! Dear Vika!

Finally, I made a decision, I can’t continue to torture myself and my loved ones.

When you read this letter, I will not be, I have already been delayed.

I was engaged in parachuting, paragliding. A year ago, she suffered a serious spinal injury. Doctors could not do anything. The disease has progressed. Sometimes my legs were taken away, or all at once, I was more and more often suffering from unbearable pain. Injections did not save.

I'm an athlete, my body never let me down. And then ... You have no idea what it feels like to roll a vegetable, without being able to move, when you can't even go to the toilet yourself.

You never saw my face, because it was also badly damaged, I did not want to remain ugly in your memory.

As if mocking me, there were periods when I became almost normal. But a week, two, and everything returned again.

My mother has aged ten years this year, my friends constantly visited me, did everything they could, but I myself drove them away. Honestly, from envy and hatred of their health.

We had to end this a few months ago. I almost made up my mind, but I met you.

Communication with you has become an outlet for me. You were so cute, fragile, and a little naive, like a kitten. Communicating with you, I for a while forgot about my troubles. Thank you, I have lived an extra three months. But everything comes to an end. I'm not afraid to jump from the steep, not the character.

Yesterday was my birthday, I celebrated 35 years. A year ago, I thought that I was still very young, of course, you would laugh at me, but remember me when you exchange half of the fourth dozen. Inside you remain the same girl.

All friends congratulated me. Fortunately, I could walk again, but I felt the approach of the next attack. Will I stand then ... It was impossible to pull. Fortunately, I will leave, as I like, with adrenaline in the blood. If interested - see the accident reports in N ...

You're a good girl, and everything should be fine. Most importantly, you have Nikolai who loves you. Your man should be protected, do not destroy your love, small and silly female troubles. Men do not need much. Everything that needs to be done, I taught you how I could ...

That's basically all, goodbye, my dear Di. If you want to continue this game, then you will not find a better host than Nikolai ...

In memory of me, I want to be remembered for a while, I am a bit conceited. Suppose that during the year, every month, on the 19th day, you will indulge Dee, I will be pleased, you, I am sure too, or I don’t know you at all. Year, no longer needed.

That's it, goodbye, sweet, shy, fragile Dee, my favorite toy.

Seeing that he had moved the laptop away, having read the letter, Vika began to sob again. Through tears, he barely managed to disassemble:

- I watched the incident. Yesterday the car really crashed. Behind the wheel was a woman, a master of sports in parachuting. She accelerated on a highway near the city, and crashed into the concrete pillar of the bridge. She died on the spot ... immediately ...

Nikolai was driving home a familiar way. Autumn came into its own, the trees turned yellow. Wind chalk through the streets drifting dry leaves.

Like a month or two ago, in the afternoon he received an SMS from Vika: Today is the nineteenth. Yours, Dee.

Nikolai was driving home the usual way. A toy was waiting for him at home, his beloved Dee!