first series of jerks. The girl's vagina has absorbed the end, and he is insanely comfortable and hot. Dense girth of the member, pleasant friction, slipping on the wet edges of her hole. A kiss on the lips, interrupted by loud exhalations. Body and soul unity.

I brought Alina to a second orgasm, and, watching her mouth open in ecstasy, I feel that I’ve reached the finish line myself. I hide my face on her soft breasts, smack my ass and drown my member deeply, throw out Alina's pleasure inside.

A bright blow to the head! Vision in seconds ... Only not this ...

... What a brute I am, I think, with my eyes on the ceiling. I hate being angry with myself. Draw a girl into your game. Now everything needs to be fixed before it is too late.

“Vlad-a-d,” Alina draws, distracting me from dark thoughts. - Are you with me now?

It lies on my chest, and I remind myself of the Dragon. Probably, he would have been lying after sex with a girl. It is a pity that I can not show Alina a picture.

- Loved her so much? - Alina asks suddenly.

I confess, hoping that she will not be jealous of the dead, while I myself anxiously follow the hanging ring above Alina’s head. So the danger has not disappeared yet. I promised myself not to sleep, and Alina falls into a dream. Until the morning I did not close my eyes.

“Alina,” I say, when we were dressed in the morning. - I need to leave, disappear from the city at least for a few days. You will go with me?

“Are you in danger?” She asks, anxiously. I lie easily.

- Yes.

“I’m with you,” she decides, and my heart lingers, for two reasons. Firstly, Alina will be under my control, and we will change everything for her, and secondly, she is not indifferent to me. Having collected things, we go down.

On the street in the midst of summer morning, we come to the road, and I hear someone call my name. I turn around, look for someone who has called, and then I feel something tearing Alina out of my hand. I look sharply at her and see my two types of girl being pushed into a car. Damn, that's it! The black Toyota eats Alina, and the strong bald umbal gesture already invites me to sit down next. Voluntarily. I try to pull myself together, calmly walk up to the car and try to sit in the back seat next to Alina, but the “bald” “politely” object to me.

- you - in front.

I will not argue with him and sit in front next to him, behind me - Alina between two types in strict suits. The girl is silently frightened, but I try to calm her down, the types just snort and ask to shut up. "Toyota" is starting to dissolve in the morning wave of cars.

“Greetings to you from Pyotr Alekseevich,” the bald voice is calmly voiced, driving a car to where it is not known. The car stops in traffic, and I estimate the chances of escaping. Then the "bald" dials the number in the handset and pulls me. I knew who I would have to talk to. The same steel, not objectionable voice.

“You slipped a fake,” I hear. Now the voice is no longer so calm and confident, it is wound up and ready to push its owner to extreme cruelty. - A copy! Thought so easy to impale me, jerk ?! Where is the original?

“In a safe place,” I answer dryly.

I already understood that nothing came of my plan. I predicted that they would go to theft, and replaced the picture on the wall, hiding the original. Won a little time trying to save a masterpiece, and to everything I got Alina into my troubles. Krotov continued to announce his sentence.

- Tonight you will prepare the original. Wait with him at home, they'll pick you up. Give the "Dragon" and get back the girl. You go to the cops - it's over.

Short and hard. I clenched my teeth. The car drove a hundred meters, landed me on the side of the road and took Alina away with me.

* * * *

Ten hours later, the same "Toyota" with the same "bald" drove me to a country house. I get out of the car, squeezing the "Girl in the arms of the Dragon."The picture will change the owner, but it makes no difference to me, if only Alina was fine. The guards escort me to the house, and I find myself in a spacious living room. Krotov, as a hospitable host, took me three steps forward, although I understood that he didn't give a damn about me and he actually met the case I had brought. Despite the glasses, the image of an intellectual and the costume of an expensive cut, Krotov blew a predator. An aggressive glitter in his eyes, a cynical look, which is filled with greed, when he pulls the cover out of my hands and quickly pulls out a picture. But then the collector and, in combination, the thug is changing, he enjoys the look of a masterpiece, is warmly pleased, like a child from a long-awaited toy ... He brings the "Dragon" to a bright light, brings it close, studying the lines, rubbing paint with a finger, wanting to make sure this is the script.

“And the copy was nothing,” notes Krotov, continuing to peer into the picture. - Who did it?

Having received the answer that I looked at me in surprise, and clarified. - How much time?

“For a week,” I admit dryly.

“I don't believe it,” the collector smirks. - I admit, I did not distinguish. So, respect you, you know how to write. My paint expert figured it out. On the three hundred year old, you know, the paint did not pull.

“Well, it looks like you stopped beating up and brought the original,” Krotov announces.

- Where is Alina? - I firmly ask. Instead of answering, Krotov waved the guard, and after a few minutes, the same two morning types brought my girlfriend. We meet with looks, and both have relief. I note how I missed Alina. Now they let us go. I take a step towards her, but a bald ambal is blocking my path. And here Krotov issues:

- Unfortunately, I can not let you go.

I went cold inside.

“You promised,” I ask, I almost pray. I notice Alina’s frightened gaze.

“I can't risk it,” Krotov cynically says. He no longer looks like a collector. Cruel, calculating bastard. How can such appreciate painting? - You will put me in two accounts.

And gives the command to the guards. They grab me by the arms and twist them behind my back, I vainly try to break free. Alina shouts, and the ring above her becomes almost black. Horror and annoyance of powerlessness seize me. The vision didn't deceive and they would kill us!

- Chef! - drawn "bald" to Krotov. - It’s a pity to soak a little girl. Can you fuck her first?

- Go ahead, - the chef favorably gives welcome. - Take it all in a circle.

The guard’s fist smacks in my gut, I bend in pain and I catch Alina’s screeching. I look up and see her being thrown onto the sofa like a rag doll. The guard holds her hands, and the "bald" tears up the blue dress. Krotov obediently observes her nakedness, the “bald” one pulls off her panties and jerks her legs apart. A day ago, I caressed this beauty, and now they are taking turns on it in turns. "Bald" lashes screaming Alina on the cheeks and roughly piling on top ...

Seeing the start of this violent sex, I immediately remembered myself.

“You will never get the original,” trying louder, I overcome the pain in my stomach, while watching the “bald” man lower his trousers. Cattle!

- What are you talking about, idiot? - clarifies my Moles. The upcoming rape brought him, and he followed with interest the beating under Alina's “bald” body. She has a gag in her mouth, and the rapist has her head between her legs and licks her clit. A picture full of abominations ...

“This is also a copy,” I said. The last chance.

Krotov evil stared at me.

“You persecute,” he says, but he changes his face, becomes confused, as if he believes and does not believe what was said. - Well, hit him!

The fist of one of the bandits smashes into my jaw. My eyes were dark with pain, and I spit blood onto the floor.

“Let the team stop, and we will continue the conversation,” I suggest, as calmly as possible, through the pain. Krotov irritably gives "bald" "hang up", his eyes again became greedy. Alina is pulled out from under "bald" and shyly reveals a torn dress. Her face is scarlet with screams and tears.