He disarmed her with his destructively seductive smile, and then gently stroked her cheek, shoulders and beautifully spread her hair with a halo around her head. From the next table he took a wide short belt with a buckle and abruptly slapped them on his own palm, as if trying for strength. Vika started.

- I would not want to completely immobilize you. I want to see how you will squirm ...

Victor approached the table from the side and gently stroked her breast, slowly running his sensitive fingers around the nipple and sometimes touching it slightly. Vika often and frantically breathed, at any moment waiting for the blow and straining her hands, but the young man only caressed until her nipple became completely hard, and Vick involuntarily squirmed from the exhausting feeling of pleasure, which made her feel guilty and defenseless. Having relaxed her a bit with this innocent game, he wrapped his thigh in a belt, tightened it quite tightly, and buckled it. Taking another similar belt, he tightened it around the other thigh. Her ankles clasped wide leather bracelets, the same as on the hands. On the next table, there were two more short chains, with which he linked the bracelets with straps to the thighs, so that she could not straighten her legs or beat them off.

“Open your mouth,” he said finally, completing his preparations, coldly, unbuttoning her pants in front of her face. Her gaze rested on a powerful, over-excited cock with which he stroked her lips. His hand roughly slapped her cheek, and she had no choice but to obediently open her mouth. His fingers slid along a thick, long trunk with swollen veins, sometimes grabbing a large, swollen head that was wet and ready to explode at any moment. Vika suddenly wanted to touch her, but she didn’t have time to realize this idea, like warm splashes sprinkled on her tongue and lips. Victor froze for a few seconds, panting and grinning smugly.

- Swallow! Swallow, I said, - he ordered terribly, painfully squeezing her cheeks with his fingers. Vika swallowed, licked her lips and clenched her teeth, trying not to think about her own feelings from the incident. The performer slowly buttoned up, carefully straightened his shirt and stopped for a while, crossing his arms over his chest in insidious pensiveness, as if he was deciding what else to do. Finally, slowly walking up to the window and looking at the screen below, on which he was just stroking the hair of the splendid beauty on the table, he took out a mobile from the back pocket of his pants and dialed a number.

“Come up to us and take the necessary with you,” a radiant smile began to play on his lips, “Yes,” he confidently answered some question, looking back at Vika, and laughed.

The girl swallowed lump in her throat and pulled the chains, and Victor dropped the bell.

- Don't be silly, Raven. Only your hands hurt yourself.

- Please ... Please, Victor!

“I promised not to hurt you too much.” Just be a good girl.

- Who did you talk to on the phone?

- With one of our common acquaintances. Perhaps he will want to tell you something about your forgotten memories of him ... But with him you need to keep your ears open ... A pathological liar. Not like me, - Victor evil grinned and sat on the edge of the table, gently running his fingers over the girl's stomach.

- I tickled! She snapped irritably.

- And so? - he bent down and slid his tongue over her nipple, and then suddenly squeezed painfully with his teeth so that his helpless victim screamed,

At the far end of the great hall, Vika suddenly heard footsteps. Victor continued to gently suck on her nipple and caress the slender camp, slightly wriggling under his touches, with his hand until the person entered approached the table from the opposite side.It was a young man who seemed to be of the same age as Victor, and on all other grounds he clearly belongs to the same circle of people who believe that everything is permissible for them, because they have never carried a serious punishment for their offenses. no matter what the verge of what he permitted to cross. Well-built, dark-haired, brown-eyed, he wore plain faded jeans, a white T-shirt, and an ideal slim leather dark brown jacket. His beautiful face had one feature, because of which the girl immediately seized the chills from one glance at him: his pictorial correctness and overt arrogance bore the imprint of immorality and real cruelty. It was difficult to say what it was expressed. Perhaps in the impenetrable heartless gaze of light-brown clear eyes, ridiculing and fascinatingly penetrating the soul, perhaps in an icy smile lurking in the raised corners of the lips.

In his hands was a small case, which he immediately put on a nearby table.

- A good performance, but your ratings are still not the same as before. I talked a little on this topic with the local public, - he said straight off, shamelessly examining Vika. The sound of his voice smacked her in the ears, because she was ready to swear that it was the same voice that quite recently seemed to be giving her some words of support.

“Well, we'll see it later ...,” Victor retorted cheerfully.

- I doubt that you are ready to tear to pieces her for real, even for your own benefit - so that everyone has trembled hocks. Rather, it is you.

- You are in your repertoire as usual. Provocateur fucking - obviously did not take seriously his taunts, Victor.

- I just speak the truth, only the truth and nothing but the truth. So what exactly did you want from me? Apparently, the fact that he himself can not decide with his ...

“Just shut up on this subject, okay?”

- Okay...

- "With your" who? - Vick inserted in a trembling voice.

Both young men exchanged glances and grinned.

- Your performer, you see, does not want you to know the truth about your relationship with him. This is his business, so I am forced to remain silent, my joy. However, I can throw a few options - they all give you food for thought: a lover, a wife, a business rival, a business partner, a sister, an annoying fan, an unapproachable object of adoration, an enemy, a friend is just nobody - a random person ... Choose any your own discretion ...

Vika bit her lip in frustration. How could she get there? For what?

- My name is Max. And I, by the way, your former boyfriend, - demons cynically smirked in his brilliant eyes, - If you suddenly want to indulge in nostalgia for our love, I am always ready to share the most pleasant memories.

He held a warm palm over her cheek and neck, grabbing her burning lips with his thumb, then leaned toward her face, and on Vika breathed the familiar perfume. Without allowing her to come to his senses, his lips immediately seized her mouth, tongue penetrated inside, filled with moisture, walked outside, her teeth painfully seized the lower sponge, but immediately released. It was an unpredictable kiss, subordinating, causing confusion and not bringing calm satisfaction. His heavy hand fell on her throat, squeezed slightly, letting her feel the full power, but graciously let go and slid along smooth skin, inflaming and causing a nervous tremor.

“This is an advance for your future suffering,” he explained quite seriously, breaking away from her mouth and wiping the saliva off her chin with his fingers. - So, let's get started? - He turned to Victor. He broke into a bad smile.

Vika was sure that her heart was about to jump out of her chest when the young man turned to his case. He took out a black bottle from there, unscrewed the golden oblong cap and dropped a few drops of some oil on her nipples. When Max stretched his hand to her crotch, Victor forced the girl to spread her trembling knees to the sides, and a thin cool stream flowed onto her smooth pubis and lips.

“Relax,” Victor ordered, slightly smearing the oil on her pussy and then stroking her thigh aside with slippery fingers .... Read more →