The following story, I wrote at the request of one girl. But for some reason the story did not meet her expectations. In her words, in this story too little sex, lust and debauchery. She wanted more depraved scenes, more unusual manifestations in sex ...

Can really little? But I tried. The story was written very long, and exhausted! In the end, it turned out what happened!

I think that by submitting my modest tale to the readers, I can get an objective assessment of this opus.

So, ladies and gentlemen, read and share your opinions!

Exotic or hot couple ...

... the protagonist snatched the gun, and at random fired into the darkness of the doorway. A gangster fell out with a groan ...

- Igor! Son! Go for the bread! - Mother's voice tore me from an exciting detective story. - Otherwise, the fresh bread will end!

- Now I'm going, mom! - I regretfully put the book aside.

Bakery just two minutes from the house, you do not have time to smoke a cigarette.

Coming out of the house, I met two young women, one of them I knew.

Abhilasha Thakur was my neighbor. But the second did not know.

Both were Indian. Very exotic women. Surely in your understanding Indian women are dressed in traditional Indian clothes, such here are colorful sarees with a lot of ornaments.

I will hasten to disappoint you, both were dressed in evening dresses. And the dresses were very beautiful. Gold jewelry was also present, but quite in a modern style. Earrings, some rings and chains.

- What kind of party? - I thought, because it was still another morning.

- Ikhar prifet! - in a velvety voice, and as always, terribly mangling Russian words, my neighbor greeted me.

Ikhar! So she called me, well, she did not manage to pronounce my name correctly.

- Hi Abhilash!

We kissed like old friends.

- This is my friend, Madhvani! - Abhilasha introduced her friend. - Ikhar!

- Very nice.

She nodded silently.

And I tried to look away from the neckline of the Madhvani dress. Breasts were that necessary! There is something to brag about!

- Are you ready today?

- Yes, so, I want to go to the store.

- Come to me? - Abhilasha questioningly looked at me.

- Of course!

- I'm waiting for you!

Run for bread, then go home and get ready for your exotic neighbor ...

Our relationship here began a year ago. When an Indian woman moved into our house. The real one, from India. I sometimes crossed paths with her in the yard.

And she always smiled at me, a snow-white smile.

I immediately liked this exotic beauty.

Brown skin, oval face, high forehead, sensual full lips, thin straight nose, beautifully arched eyebrows and large dark brown eyes.

Long black curly hair, full breasts, wasp waist and slender legs.

Well, the exciting twists of her hips and buttocks, gently swaying when walking, can drive any man crazy.

At all attempts to speak, she only smiled, and always kept silent. I concluded that she does not speak Russian.

A couple of months, by chance, met.

I come back home, and at the entrance there is such a brown woman with a huge box of washing machines.

By the way she speaks in Russian, only with a monstrous accent.

Called this beauty Abhilasa Thakur.

It turned out that the purchased washing machine was successfully brought, but the loaders simply could not deliver it to the fifth floor. In view of a completely drunk state.

The situation is stalemate. She tried to call the store, but there were simply no other movers. Rather, they were, but already at the late Friday evening to go somewhere, everyone refused.

I decided to do a good deed. And straining from the strain and sweating strenuously, cheerfully popper on his back is a miracle of home appliances. Pretty tiring.

Try it sometime! I do not complain about my physical strength, but even I had to try.

Abhilash for such a feat Hercules, rewarded me with dinner.

From this I, of course, could not refuse.

When else will I cook dinner such Indian beauty here. By the way, she cooked amazingly. I always liked spicy oriental cuisine!

After dinner, stayed overnight. That night she really surprised me with her skills. Never experienced this. Oral caress of a skilled woman was excited, sex in her narrow vagina was breathtaking, sinned beauty and anal. Taking such poses, which are not dreamed of, and the most perverted libertines. Abhilasha was extremely flexible and superbly owned his amazing body. I had a great weekend then. Fucked before stupor. Then she skillfully squeezed out of me all the strength and capabilities.

And those that I did not expect from myself.

Thus, we had a love relationship with her. Well, I began to visit her quite regularly.

This young woman of 32 years old she lived alone, worked as a translator in a joint venture. She was married, but her husband stayed in India. And in general, he was more interested in boys. According to ancient tradition, they were married without asking for opinions.

The couple quickly found a common language in terms of their preferences. And no one cared what everyone does in his time. Although outwardly when we were together, we tried to preserve decency ...

Our relationship was rather based on the carnal desires of Abhilashi. There were more natural needs of a young body than love. From me she needed only my strong member. Of course, I understood that she simply uses me to satisfy her desires, but I was quite happy with this formulation of the matter.

Sometimes she could not call for weeks, and sometimes she called in the middle of the night, tearfully begging to come.

I often saw her with other men, and sometimes women, and was absolutely not jealous. As however, she was not jealous of me, meeting me with another girl.

Sometimes, even then commented on the merits of a particular passion. With one, she even dreamed of sleeping, asked to introduce ...

- Son! Where are you going? - Mom, as always climbed with questions.

- Yes, so take a walk!

- No, again on the fifth floor, I am going to my black little doll! - asked mom frowning. - Watch Igor! Marry you on yourself, this black!

- Mama! Stop it! And in general Abhilash, quite modern and self-sufficient woman. And besides, she is already married!

- Whore she is rare! You are that son, at least protect yourself, now how his ... AIDS is!

- Mama!

- Igor! You are already 29 years old! You have to marry. Here is Arina, sweet girl. Russian beauty! What do you fool, not enough?

- Mama! We have only friendly relations with Arina!

- Everything, mother! I went. - I kissed my mother, and went out ...

He rose to the fifth floor. I call.

The door opened, and Abhilasha greeted me completely naked.

Her brown skin glistened dull. Nipples stuck out defiantly, his eyes wandered and glittering wet. A smooth little pub, was without a single hair. And her dark lips are wet and glistening with grease.

- Prifet! - she pulled me into the apartment, and kissed. - We wait for you!

Thin female handles quickly rid me of clothes.

There was almost no furniture in her one-room apartment. There was a small carved table and a huge chest. The only room was carpeted and there was a huge amount of pillows.

And among these pillows on a white sheet lay also completely naked Madhvani.

Like Abhilash, the girl was gorgeous in her nudity. But only between the legs was a thin strip of hair.

- Ikhar! Sichas, you're ours! - Abhilasha pushed me. - Nada, men!

These brown furies immediately attacked me. Two pairs of female hands began to caress. Member was in captivity dexterous female fingers. I was stroked, ...