- So ... What, you, did Marfa say about Israel? - worried Yuri Arnoldovich.
- According to your soul, a Jew was formed, as you asked: loving, with housing and without a view to live in Israel.
“Te-Te-Te-Te,” Arnoldovich started up, “My heart feels.” Is there a catch somewhere? Where, my darling, Marfa Israel?
“You’ll not get enough of the Jews,” the primordial goy suddenly said, poisonous teeth.
- Martha, light, Israel, - you didn’t beguile the Chuchundra? Did I give you money or not, snake? - was indignant to the depths of his soul, Yuri, light, Arnoldovich.
- What are you talking about, Yuri Arnoldovich. Burst out from me will not catch. There is such a goyka ... Ugh, Jewish. Salvation, not save. Fucks like a sewing machine Zinger. Do not drink Do not smoke, do not fuck ... on the side ... At home, the ancestors are not torn ...
- And eats fat, with garlic? - I interrupted talkative manager.
- And you ask her! There was no such item in the questionnaire.
“And I will ask,” I said, “give her phone number.”
“She doesn’t have a phone, I’ll give her my own,” said Martha, and she handed the pipe to uncomfortable.
- How old are you? - I asked the young man.
“Seventeen was recently turned,” in the voice of Natalya Sedykh from the sovdepov blockbuster: “Frost,” the beauty reported.
“Nuuuu, I don’t play like that,” Arnoldovich didn’t play, “I don’t play with the kids on the CT!”
“Twice with a little hook,” Natusik corrected herself.
- And how much does it pull? - interested Yuri.
“Shesterik,” Deity decided.
- Sorokovnik, znachitsa? - briskly made a calculation inborn mathematician.
- Your truth, dear! - Natalie admitted with a gasp in her voice, - so let's score the arrow or what? Ass to ass and fled?
- Let's forget, perhaps, - I agreed, - just tell me your name and not your nickname in the chat.
- Mom called me Snezhana, and my friends called me “Snow”, they say.
- You goy, stoli-moth?
- No, my dear. Rather, Jewish. We are Octacreolian, but the sixth part in me is of originally Jewish blood.
- And the rest?
- Blacks, Croats, Germans, Buryats, Tatars, fucked my grandparents. Is it that important to you?
“Ah, pussy, by chance, you haven’t crossed you,” Arnoldovich began to worry.
“No, Yurochka, my falcon is clear, alongside, like all women,” my newly appeared passionate laughed.
- Lyuba, you to me oh, any, Snezhana, - Yurochka admitted his defeat, - come to the pizzeria on Red by six in the evening.
“This is not a kosher thing,” the Jewish woman sniffed. “To grind pizza.” Not in Italy, tea, live. Salo with garlic want your salting. Marfa Isevna told me what a Yurochik you are a craftsman.
- With pickles?
“Yeah,” Snowball confessed again.
From my aspiration, the roof on my side folded and hot something below and asked for it in my hand. But I did not waste the fertile deposits of crops, I decided to save them for a birthday celebration of soul and heart.
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A young-looking man crossed the arrow with a bouquet of scarlet nasturtiums, which they had spun on the occasion in a nearby school from the office of a familiar botanist.
On a locked place near the monument to the crocodile Gena and Cheburashka, a woman waiting for me was immensely bundled. About such a "Cutter from Torzhok" used to say: "Feed without a small meter." “Well, forgiveness, Marfushka,” the seeker of absentee happiness got angry, “pondered, fucked up like the last Parchuk!”
However, a Muscovite, the Rolls-Royce of the brand, arrived shortly thereafter and the lady in the cap loaded into it. And under the gray smoke disappeared in an unknown direction. But the vacant perspective opened up for me a lovely view of a blond lady, who was blocked by her stern bomb.
The legs of Snezhana, light, Davydovna were, like a chicken, her ass like a bulk peach. The rest of the blind-minded Yurchik saw the closer to the date of the meeting.The subject filed a slamming handle, while tilting its curly head to the side. It looked so erotic that my hand spontaneously reached for my fly.
- Well, not here ?! - frowned brows and sponges my newly appeared passion, noticing the inclinations of the man.
***
My apartment smelled of vodka and horseradish. I, being in strong agitation in front of the upcoming arrow, managed to whip up the Posolskaya bottle with horseradish, the recipe with CT - for giving it a special taste.
- Oh, how romantic! - Snezhana pushed her nose up and down, right-to-left and diagonally.
Throwing off her shoes, she walked into the kitchen.
- Saaalo! - there came a divine voice from there, - for this it is worth living!
Cucumbers were moderately salty, vodka is not very bitter, lard did not suffer from excess garlic. Zaev this thing black bread, we began to kiss and hug. The breasts of Snezhana, hidden under the thin silky fabric of her dress, were not covered with the subject of ladies' toilet. Divine warmth and the smell of liquid meadows and wheat fields emanated from them.
I really wanted to look at them and feel in their palms their smoothness, sensuality and girlish integrity.
- Why not? - Snezhana said again with a gasp, - what was the matter for?
And we went hand in hand to the holy of holies of my humble abode - the bedroom.
The Jew was a shy girl! Asking me to turn away while she undresses and takes a pose that befits the occasion, she even turned pink.
“There is nothing to do, everyone has their own cockroaches. I am also not going to share mine with anyone, ”I thought, turning away from the wall.
- I'm ready! - soon said my future lover.
Turning a hundred and eighty degrees, Arnoldovich presented a terrifying sight. Pussy in his passion was across !! On both sides of the transverse slit were triangles of hair. To say that I was in ahu, opizdinenii, almost did not move his mind - to say nothing!
Probably, my expression was no more beautiful than at the funeral, because Snowball laughed wildly, kicking at the same time with its pretty legs on the bedspread:
- Oh, no magician! Ha-ha-ha-he-he-he-ho-ho, - the shlymazlovaty actress of a not-burnt theater screamed wildly, - bought it!
Laughing, she took a pre-cooked wet sponge and, in two movements, wiped off a transverse pussy, painted with dark paint and painted lips with a corporal color. I immediately began to kiss her sweet pussy (the paint was cooking for cakes) admiring her wit. She grabbed my erotic dick and tried gentle stroking and warm handshakes of its foundation, make my fighting friend blush with pleasure and perk up like a red banner in a parade. Realizing that this is not the rude male hand of his master, but sweet female hands, my companion happily exceeded the plan by as much as two hundred percent. Having risen to his full height, he proudly stared over my stomach, as if to say: “Well, what is the owner, isn't it time for us to test Sizana's pussy?” “It's time!” I agreed with my companion and stuck him right in with my head into the shane's genital slit.
- Opachki! - cried Snezhana, - Yurets, and we will not be protected?
- From what? - made a mine, as if not in the cures about veins diseases and what children come from - from childbirth?
- Nooo! From the other.
- I have not been a woman for three months. I am well! And you?
- And I have a man of three ... years.
- Then let's go?
- Go! - and she waved her hand.
Feeling like Yuri Gagarin, I began to create space for Snezhkino. Sticking and poking her his dick in her oozing sweet juice. And she, I tell you, was pleasant in all respects. Just my size and oozed wonderful. Soon we howled like wolves, zayakali like hares and zauykali like people. Snow began to scream so that I was even deeper. I tried, yes! True, the eggs interfered. Finally, the dream of an idiot came true - I fucked a Jewish woman, otherwise they were all goyk, but there were goyk ...
Here it is Jewish happiness!
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Explanations for those who are not in the tank:
Goyka is not Jewish.
Octacreol - so called black children with whites in the fourth generation. Mulatto, Creole, Quarteron and Octacreol.
The fallen place is a distortion. English Lock = lock.
Schlimazlovataya - free translation: crazy, minted.
Sheinovina - free translation: beautiful, cute
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While I was knocking comments and exhibited it, you beat me)))
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Oh! My Snowball! Thank you, gorgeous! And I kiss the gulykas alyya!))))
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Ha ha ha, I am again the first)))) How, however, relish! With a word, it’s a ready-made neologism))) Truly a master word-making! Of course, ten, without reservation.
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Julie splash handles.
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but you are a telepath !!!
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Senezhka! And another telekinesis. Wow, patzaluyu you scream Wirth space!))))
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Directly upset, Yurochka: (
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Roxy tale autobigrophic very little.)))))
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No, my Sweet, Tasty Mandarin Duck. But it seems. Just do not guess. I still will not tell the truth.))))
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Yuri Archibaldovich)) And what sounds)))
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And one says to the other: oh, wei!
Disyatochka.
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Thank! My adore Delicious, sweet not stinging Nettle! Kiss, hug virtually)))
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Mostly laughed heartily! 10 balls!
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