How did this quarrel occur? Boryan was hard to understand.

Vika began to throw out emotions, grasping at some insignificant reason, at the same time, remembering all his jambs over the last millennium. Otmazyvatsya was useless - he knew that. Moreover, she was just waiting for this, waiting for the fire when a liter of gasoline is splashed into it to embrace Boryan’s moral essence with its hot flame.

He tried to calm her down, as always, being in a glass-tin state, so as not to provoke the development of the conflict. It did not help. Other methods have long been tested.

They sat in a restaurant. The third glass of beer, which is in the hands of Vika, was clearly superfluous. She loved such places, Boryan didn't give a damn about them.

“You don’t hear me at all and you don’t feel me,” Vika scolded.

What it was about and how to react to this, Boryan was unknown. Her moves were win-win. Everything rolled back to the case when he came home drunk, at two o'clock in the morning, with a dead telephone, and this case became the next trump card in the Vicki deck.

- Do you think I'll be waiting for you forever? Xy ... It hurts, she winds herself up, her face twisted. Eyes looked through him.

“Well, say something,” she continued her torture.

Boryan was a spectator and a ritual sacrifice at the same time.

“You do everything just as you are comfortable,” another spear flew in his direction.

"You ... You ... You ... Someday she will stop me to death," thought Boryan.

“Let's go home,” he suggested simply, “it's time to wrap it up, it's too late.”

- No, let's sit still, - with pressure, answered Vika.

It was her day, and everything flew to hell. This happened to her sometimes. Turbulent, unpredictable whirlwinds that accelerate daily routines. They, like any bad weather, you had to wait. Vika did not know how to store emotions, unlike Boryan.

Not possessing physical strength and logic, she replenished these qualities with other, unknown Boryan, who made her strong. Vika, once, let sweet poison through his veins, and in such seconds, he burned it from the inside.

What did she get from all this psychological detente? But at what cost? Vika, herself, hardly knew the answer to that.

- Vikul, I have little idea what I should answer. Nothing comes to mind. Everything is already said so many times.

- Do you love me?

- Of course yes. I am constantly talking about this.

- You never tell me that ...

In her opinion, he had to repent, this picture was well known. The problem was that once you repent, you will repent all the time, until you wipe your feet about you. And several times, wiping them, then thrown in the trash, because such a person is no longer needed.

- You are not right.

- Oh really. So hard to admit everything?

- in what? What should I confess?

- You do not understand? We then do not have anything to talk about ...

Inner rage filled him, Boryan gasped. She enjoyed it. The understatement was her main weapon. Everything flew somersaults, and in this confusion, Vika drew energy for herself. All this was very sophisticated and perhaps would be news for herself.

Did he love her? Of course yes! But not in such moments.

They were going home, she was a little in front, he was a few steps behind. It was already dark, a light March snowball, in large flakes, circling, falling on the asphalt and immediately melting.

Boryan, in the light of lanterns, looked at her figure, and thought about how all the same people are alone in the universe. And the culprits of this loneliness, first of all, they themselves.

Vika was offended by Boryan because he was a cracker, she lacked feelings in which she would have felt herself like a fish in water.

Boryan, did not succumb to her provocations, banked his psyche so that it would not be scattered into many pieces. Vika did not have principles, and, having groped, once, in his soul a weak spot, she would constantly beat him without even realizing it.Armor was necessary, at the level of self-preservation.

It was a confrontation of ice and flame, attack and defense. And the roles, in all this action, in Boryan and Vika, were constantly changing. Victory in the battle, one of the parties, would mean the end of the relationship.

They silently entered the apartment. Boryan tried to hug Vika, she pushed him away, turning away. He knew that it would be so. But the attempt is counted.

- So you will be silent? - he asked.

- You are to blame for everything.

Today, there was nothing to catch.

He went to the bathroom and went to sleep. She did something in the kitchen.

Boryan couldn’t manage to fall asleep, Vika drove through the steam roller through his nervous system, which had fallen into emergency mode, and the indicators of numerous mistakes blinked intrusively in the inflamed brain.

Half an hour passed. Vika turned off the light in the kitchen. Boryan heard her enter the room. And undressing, lay down next.

He turned to her. Vika lay back to him.

Boryan always wanted to fuck in extreme situations, especially when they were associated with failures. And his consciousness was nothing to do with. The probability of success was small, but he knew where to start.

Boryan put her hand on her waist. Vika tried to remove her, filling her price. Let it be right many times, now it did not play any role. She was silent, and silence is a sign of consent.

Vova's hand, squeezed into her chest, it was a good springboard. He covered her nipple with the palm of his hand, and caressing it a little, began to rub it.

“Well, come on, start a bitch. And you are not wounded in such a cold. ”

Vika continued to lie still, but Boryan already spotted the impulse that instantly ran through her body. Yes, it was she - saving spark for both of them.

He moved closer to Vika, almost closely. He kissed her ear. She shuddered again, already noticeably. Spun to him. Boryan slipped his second hand under her, drawing her to him. Caught her lips. She tried to turn her head away, but he was persistent, and Vika allowed herself to kiss. The contact of the lips quickly turned into a hot hickey.

“Come on baby, warm up. Burn me to the ground. ”

- Next time do not rest. I am right, and you know it, - interrupting the kiss, said Vika.

"It will not calm down."

“Of course,” he agreed. It was necessary to answer something positive.

It gave her strength, the inner barrier, built by herself, finally collapsed.

“Take off your underpants,” Boryan whispered in her ear, pulling off his own.

How he loved her body! Boryan, sometimes, just kept her teeth from one touch to him, from feeling him, with all her senses. Wandering currents inside Boryan, left through Vika as a conductor.

She, with a gentle movement, caught his fingers his strong member, who himself moved in the right direction. Rubbed in her fingers, asking for affection and continuation.

Boryan's hands explored Vika, as always. Starting from the shoulders and breasts, dropping down to the abdomen, thighs, and perineum. Reached her genital lips, they were hot and supple. Walking along them, the fingers themselves fell into, stretching the vagina, gradually filling with sputum.

She bent, exposing and showing off her most appetizing places. Cuddled up to him, giving a fully enjoy yourself.

He knocked her back, pinning Vicki's hands to her head. Her hair spread over the pillows.

"Forward cavalry"!

Slightly helped his "favorite" at the entrance. And here he is already there. Trying to get comfortable and get used to. Vika spread her legs wider, bending them at the knees.

“I was waiting for this,” says Boryan.

Vika was silent, her words were gone. Only slightly opened the sensual mouth and breathing intermittently.

He hangs over her, pushes, accelerating. Her openness excites. It makes Boryan stronger and Vika weaker, increasing the potential difference, increasing desire.

He covers her with his body, holds the waist with one hand, the ass with the other. Feels like wet and slippery in her crotch, from the current juices. Curving, she rubs, wet anal, on his fingers. Her excited nipples are touching Boryan’s breasts.

He takes her by the throat, with two hands, slightly squeezing.He clings to her, passionately kisses, not giving her a break, penetrating deep into the tongue. Licking her crumpling lips. The member, well sold, continues sharp points to enter it. She is subdued and this is the only thing that matters.

Vika ends, her legs compress Boryan. She spins under him like a caught game. But this is not enough for Boryan. He continues to fuck her.

Vika's head is thrown back, she gasps air. Boryan covers her mouth with his hand, feeling the hot breath. A moan breaks through her fingers, her hands wander along Boryan's back.

- Ok, right? - Boryan asks her, not hoping to hear the answer.

“Of course, it’s good,” he replies, to himself, with satisfaction, for Vika.

Her ass is prowling on the bed, her body shaking.

- It is a pity that you now speak so little. It saddens me, - adds Boryan.

And right there, she turns over onto her back and, practically without taking out her penis, puts Vika on herself. She jumps on it, forgetting everything in the world. Her slim silhouette is clearly visible against the window.

- Now you're on top, maybe now you say? He asks her.

Vika hands caressing his chest. Head tilted to the ceiling.

- Stop the creature! - She says, barely audible, through clenched teeth. She does not cope with her voice and emotions.

Boryan tilts her to her, squeezing her buttocks. His fingers compress them. Looks at her.

“Glad you liked it,” he says.

Vika flows very much. Not only jumps, but also moves a little basin forward and backward, compressing the member, receiving friction from it. Her back is arched. Dick, in the triple layer of lubricant, walks like a native. Boryan already feels its moisture in his scrotum.

Leans her to her even more, taking her hair. She pressed to him. He ends in sharp jerks, arching beneath her. At the last stage, introducing a member to the end. They become one.

- Get, bitch, - says Vick, broken voice.

Her breath burns his shoulder, her heart pounding at a breakneck pace. He, too, breathes, cannot stop, his chest rises in waves. Can not in any way nourish the body with oxygen.

Morning has come. Normal, gray March morning. Which gives hope for a quick thaw and the end of short days.

Boryan was already awake, Vika was lying next to him, having buried him in the shoulder.

In this tandem, he was matter, and she was a spirit, it was clear from the very beginning. The system was twisted, and it found a balance in its current state. Whether it was good or bad, it will remain unknown. This is just another model of existence, the resilience of which only time can confirm.