- Well, you and durekha, my darling ..., - he mockingly mockingly, looking at what a gentleman in a tailcoat gets up with his magnificent breasts of a young charmer, - What are you doing, huh? How could a man’s gaze hold so long? And even more so to allow this lovelace to whisper in his ear obscenity in public? Am I keeping quiet about going out alone with such a person to the veranda at the reception of a person as a judge so respected in secular society? What will people say about Darling's reputation, dear lady? Oh th! - he whistled suddenly, not restraining himself, coming to the delight of the next attack of the dandy and the moan of his victim.

At that moment, a golden light flashed on the roof, and the face of a man hidden beneath the cover of darkness lit up a soft yellow light, which immediately reflected in his emerald eyes. Now it was possible to discern this type in all its details, obviously plotting the evil. After all, does a decent gentleman really wander around the rooftops at night? Shaggy blond for a long time not shorn vortexes fluttered in the warm summer wind. The three-day stubble gave a pretty young face a somewhat sloppy look. Dark eyebrows were set off by cheerful, arrogant eyes, bordered with thick, girl-like eyelashes, and one eyebrow was boldly raised, mocking everything and everyone, like seductive sophisticated pink lips.

The light flashed before his face, filling the silent night with a melodious chime, which, however, was so gentle that it was immediately picked up by the breeze and carried to the curious stars shining in the sky. In the luminous gold sphere, it was sometimes possible to look at a prettiest little female creature who simply could not but rejoice at the eye. Almost white silky hair was gathered on her head in a tight fluffy tail, defiantly jumping up and down at her fast-paced maneuvers. Plump scarlet lips, a small upturned nose, blue, shining with coquetry eyes adorned on a pretty ruddy doll face that seemed sincere and open. Her captivatingly delicious figure with seductive forms was dressed only in the finest white stockings, decorated with ruffles on puffy thighs, in fragments of some kind of translucent green matter on round hips, from which thongs were visible, and in a tiny topic, in which her curvy, elastically bristling breasts barely fit. All she seemed seductive, sensual and sweetly laid-back, and even in her beautiful eyes jealousy and wounded female ego shone fiercely. The subject of her dreams clearly did not pay any attention to her, although she was proving something to him, fussed before his eyes and emotionally gesticulating.

- What are you talking about, Ding? Miss Darling, after all, is a lady ... She will not allow this ... What a jealous and cruel you are, the young man on the roof murmured absently, waving away the annoyingly ringing light.

Meanwhile, a curious scene on the veranda fully captured the attention of the treacherous spy on the roof. He narrowed sly green eyes and impatiently rubbed his grinning lips. He could hear almost every word of them, every breath, every groan, and all this together not childishly turned him on.

“Mr. Grand, I beg you ... We may be noticed ...” Wendy babbled weakly, again choking in his arms and allowing her neck, chest, face, and lips to kiss.

“Let it be ... After all, now our wedding is a matter of time and several formalities,” the newly-made groom excitedly wheezed. - Do you believe me?

- Oh, yes, Mr. Grand, but ...

- No “but” ... I want to know how good my future spouse is as a lover ... You should give me pleasure, my good ... right now and here ...

“But I ... I can't do anything like that ...”

- I will teach you everything ...- he said, slightly pulling away the excited and heated girl who had her back rested on the railing so as not to fall because of the treacherous weakness in her legs.

Peter, and it was he who, almost hung down from the roof with his head down, in order to carefully consider what the passionate couple would do next. At the same time, he strongly risked falling onto the veranda, because he was simply dying of curiosity. He was still waiting for the girl to send the pompous cad to hell, because she could not be so close.

Meanwhile, Mr. Grand stood in front of his beautiful lady, blocking her way to the hall, where dancing and fun were in full swing. The girl looked at him, lightly covering her bare breasts with her hand and fearfully biting a plump lower sponge, scarlet because of the kisses and bites that had tormented her. One by one of her mind it became clear that she did not even realize how tempting it now looks for a man. Without taking his eyes off her flaming face with shame, Grand slowly unbuttoned tight pants, letting go of a rearing member, throbbing and aching with impatience and unremitting passion. Wendy shook her head weakly, staring at an object she never even suspected existed before. The young man took her hand from her chest and again pulled the girl to him, putting her trembling little palm on his flaming flesh. Wendy was afraid to take a breath and move, she was scared and sweet at the same time. She understood that she was standing on the edge of the abyss and at the same time on the verge of discovering some secret she had always dreamed about. So that's what it means to love a man ... The object under her fingers was big, smooth and for some reason moistened from her touch. She was afraid to make an extra move, but Mr. Grand’s confident hand insistently directed her hand, forcing her to press here and there, and squeeze. She felt some strength in his body, hot and pulsating, and for some reason tending to her.

- Come on, my good ... That's it ..., - he whispered, one hand driving her movements, and the other stroking her beautifully outlined round chin and occasionally touching an elastically protruding bud on the bulk of the breast. It became quite hot and slippery under her hand, and Mr. Grand blissfully, but at the same time, he whispered demandingly, giving her hand freedom in actions: “Hurry up, like this ... my good girl ...". Finally, he suddenly abruptly pushed her hand away, breathing heavily in her neck and leaning on the railing behind her back. He pulled himself together a little, squeezed her face with his hand and, gazing at her beautiful blue eyes blinking with embarrassment and a supple mouth parted, grinned:

- And now I want you to caress me tongue.

Wendy swallowed and licked her dry lips, not quite understanding what he meant, but already guessing.

“Sit down,” he said softly but imperiously, pressing his shoulder a little with her heavy hand.

The girl wanted to rest her right palm on his chest, but she was all in his moisture. Its odor, oddly enough, made her dizzy, a fire burned in the lower abdomen, and her whole body trembled from the gentle but persistent pulse of the pulse between her legs, which simply drove her crazy. She again wanted to kiss, she incredibly wanted something else, but she did not know what it was ...

The young man on the roof suddenly turned pale, furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head frantically, as if in disbelief.

- Your mother! Ding! - He whispered menacingly, looking around in search of a spark, - What have you done, you wicked bitch!

Peter, and it was he who jumped to his feet in order to find the fairy who had suddenly died down somewhere.

- I'm your fourth! I have your legs, arms pootryvayu! - Peter snuck on the roof in one direction, then in the other, looking at the shadows from the pipes, to the cracks, grooves and other secluded places where a little fairy-like bird could hide. Finally, when he heard a slight ringing behind his back, he abruptly turned around and saw a light flickering away not far away. Rushing rapidly into the air, he rushed in that direction, and after a few seconds the fluttering magical creature was already in his hands.He squeezed her thin wings between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand and brought it to the very face.

- How many?! - he hissed menacingly in her direction, even more irritated by her sincere ... Read more →