smiled.

- Was it? We still have a whole night.

- Then there is, we have a new year novel. You are my good - Sat near, hugged and kissed on the lips.

We kissed and could not tear ourselves apart until the front door creaked, opening. When Niklevich entered the room, we sat side by side like schoolchildren with our hands on our knees.

- So we talked. - Mysteriously smiling, stated Romka.

“Well,” I squinted at Nastenka, “and you can say that.”

We sat, watched TV, drank Coca-cola brandy.

- You're staying? - Jan asked me.

- Are there any other options? - Nastya answered for me.

“Apparently not,” Nekrof said with a wink at her. “Mother, give the man a towel.”

- Already. Green, hanging in the bathroom.

- Thank. - I smiled and smacked Nastya in the temple.

- Then, shall we go? - Asked Nastya and pulled my hand.

We locked ourselves in the bathroom, and it began ... a little, without tearing off each other's clothes, we kissed eagerly. Get under the shower. I took a washcloth and began to rub Nastina back, dropping to her elastic ass with a small black mole on the left buttock.

- And why did you fall in love with me? - Quietly asked Nastya.

- That's because of her. - I gently poked a finger in the mole. - And in your "elf" ears.

I drove a washcloth over her thighs.

- So you fell in love with a skinny, lop-eared girl with a huge mole on the priest?

“I didn't say that.”

- But as?

- I just called your merits, and not all ...

- Oh, flatterer.

After washing and washing the washcloth again, I spent it from the navel to Nastya Pisechka, she spread her legs a little bit. He rubbed her, and continued to climb up to her chest, continuing to massage her clitoris with her left hand. Then he sent a stream of water on himself. I washed my penis, and Nastya took him and a washcloth in her hands.

After taking water procedures, without turning off the water, in order to somehow muffle the sounds coming, I bent it and went inside. And that was just the beginning.

When we moved from the bathroom to Nastya's room, the process went like a rabid spermotoxicosis rabbits.

- Come to me. - I said, falling on the bed, she sat on top and took my dick into her narrow vagina.

Her breasts slowly swayed in front of my face, accelerating. Here it is - her first real orgasm that night.

An overturn, and I was already on top, threw her legs on his shoulders, and quickly and quickly continued to fuck her.

She moaned ... stronger and stronger. Another splash of "Energy Splash", now both at almost the same time. I removed a condom full of sperm. And fell back next to her.

A respite of seven to ten minutes was over, and the last night of the New Year's novel continued.

It continued like in that ditty:

"I fucked, moaned,

All tobacco crumbled.

I do not mind tobacco,

But what the fuck on the side? "

And “she” I will tell you what is needed, but if the Girl also loves sex and knows how to do it, this is a miracle.

Then again we change a pose, cancer. Nastya is not against the “rude”. Grab her hair, and another orgasm rolls on her like a tsunami on the island of Hokkaido in Japan. It's time for me to start the finish spurt. My hoarse, heavy breathing with hints of some animal roar, was interrupted by her cries and groans. This time I am the first, but the girl cannot be insulted, and I keep on moving until sperm is poured out of me into the “rubber guard”.

Almost exhausted, we fell on the sofa. Ten minutes of peace and again in battle. Now you can extremalize. In the corner of the room is a wall bars and a horizontal bar, which made Romka for his son. But today we have another sport. She wrapped her legs around my waist, took hold of the bar with her hands, and I re-entered it. At first, Nastya simply held on to the horizontal bar, and then began to help me, pulling in a little bit. I was already exhausted and finished almost immediately after it. Now everything is fast in the shower and sleep. The late winter dawn was already ready to knock on the windows.

Nobody woke us up. Woke up yourself, almost simultaneously. Dressed and went into the kitchen.

“He never could!” - Said Jan, pointing with a finger at Necrofa. - Will you have tea?

- I think, yes. - We agreed.

It was almost two o'clock, and I was going home. Soon I had to go five hundred kilometer way along the night road.

See me off, only Nastya went. I kissed her, we hugged.

- Stas, will you come back in the evening to say goodbye?

- I will try to. - Turned and walked out the door ...

At ten o'clock in the evening I entered the courtyard of the panel nine-story building. Muffled the engine, went out into the street. Smoked. He stood by the door for several minutes, holding his hand over the doorphone button, and thought: “call or just turn around and leave to no one explaining anything, without tugging at the nerves in the first place, and to her too”.

But still called.

- Yes!?

- Rum, let Nastya come down.

- Good.

She left the doorway, looked at me with an appreciative and as tired look as on the first evening of our acquaintance.

- Well, now everything is exactly. Our New Year's novel is over. - She came up quickly kissed me, turned around and ran back to the entrance.

“Exactly,” I thought, licking my lips and trying to keep her taste in my memory forever.

The road was clean, dry, but somewhere near Efremov there were several peremet. There were few passing and oncoming cars. From the speakers shouted hard rock, not letting me fall asleep. And I suddenly decided that I would definitely write a story about it.