traditions, you know.

We flew into the office together, threw our bodies, encouraged by public transport, onto the chairs, and exhaled. Of course, as I expected, the fee to work turned into horror. At least for me. Someone twisted with forceps, seeking the beauty and naturalness of the hair falling in cascades, someone could not find his pants, left "right here." What is the difference where they are now, at the moment of such a wild rush, if you dress clean, and these are going to put in the laundry? Well, tell me, eh?

The coffee machine was capricious, and I brought it to life. Vika and another employee from the neighboring department waited patiently while I pacified this work of Japanese masters. Finally, the trickle ran as it should, the car began to creak, grinding coffee beans, and for that I received a hot kiss from an employee - an innocent, juicy, cheek. And the hot, jealous look of Vika. Wow! So you can kill with a look, if that.

Having seized the moment, she pinned me to the wall, whispered, doused with the smell of drunk coffee, perfume and the very smell that I now recognize from hundreds. Or ten, probably.

- What are you doing? - Her eyes were burning. - Why are you kissing?

- Vika. - It was not enough for us to find such a showdown! - Sun.

- Eyes for Lidka vytsarapayu. - She will, I believed her.

- Better tell me what to do? - The question put her in a dead end.

- In terms of? - She stepped back a step. - What do you mean?

- What I have, I'll bring it. - I grinned. - What should I do with you two?

- Misha. - She sighed, in fact, perfectly aware that I want both. - Nothing yet.

- Yes? - I grabbed her ass, squeezed.

- Give us time. - Vika smiled - nice. - Give enjoy. I have this - she caught the air - for the first time.

- And I have a day several times. - I grunted. - Where should I put myself?

- Well. - She looked up. - You're a husband.

- Aaaa. - I stretched. - I'm a husband and I have a wife.

- Not. - She completely lost her mind, dug into my lips, and then, stepping back a step, she added. - You are a husband, and we follow you. You will think up. You are clever. And very loving. - And left, leaving me with a dumb question - "what do you mean?"

***

I fought her with such fury that I tore her pantyhose. She just sobbed, vskidyvalas, curving, and again sticking out her delicious ass. Shooting at her again, I tiredly pulled away from the knee-elbow posture, or, more simply, cancer, a prostitute, sat down on a chair.

- Well, you fought me. - She, shaking her head, wiped with wet wipes, carefully and carefully. - I confess. I have had a few.

- What were you? - We have an hour as somersault in this small room. I let off steam for all these three evenings while Vika was at home. He endured, he endured, and then he went and took off the very one that he had given to vodka. I met her, hurrying to build, and took her with him. She did not even resist, only looked around, as if waiting for her to be beaten off from me.

- Any. Mostly practical impotents. But there were tired of family life. What are you? Tired of family sex does not look like.

- What is true is true.- I patted the sofa. - Go here.

- Listen. - She leaned over, looked into my eyes. - I have to work.

- Consider yourself hired. - I patted the sofa. - Sit down.

- What's your name? - She pulled up her pantyhose, shook her head, seeing ripped holes. - Tore it.

- Nothing new to buy. - I pulled her to me. - Sit down. - She perched on her knees.

- Do you know how much I stand? - She straightened curl on her hair, smiled. - If you hire?

- No more money. - I replied. What's the difference? Most importantly, she was ready for anything but hard anal sex. But I did not think to do it. “Money here means nothing at all.”

- So bad? - Homegrown psychologist!

- Something I played with myself. - I leaned back, staring at the ceiling. - I do not understand what I want. And do you want?

- Do! - She held out, showing that she faces this almost every day. - What do you want from yourself?

- Sex. - I smiled, pulled her to me.

- Not on the lips! - She jerked. Again, this female thing - self-deception!

At first she kissed with wooden lips, and then became enlarged, and now I had to stand up for her attacks. Very exciting attacks.

- Again? - Her hand groped elastic bump in shorts. - Fourth?

- And you are so beautiful that I want you and the sixth and seventh. - I did not lie. I would have been able, I would have torn it all night.

“So you fuck me.” - She purred in my ear. “I’m so happy with you that I won’t take the money.” Just do it like this. Yes. - My fingers have already dived under the thin barrier of panties, began to wade to her slit. - But do not touch the clitoris. He does not feel. I have sensitive vaginal walls. No lips.

- Nothing, kindle it. - I pulled the pantyhose down. - Yes, take this oil off you. I want a clean female body, not a nylon.

“Are you so bad?” - She lay back, undid the jacket-jacket, releasing the chest, raised cups from the bottom. - Wife completely screwed?

- I screwed up. - M! Her hands rested against me, restraining my attack on the chest. - I do not know, in general, whether all this is necessary ?!

- So it is necessary, if you are with me. - Panties lay next to a thin strip of fabric. - You are a sex giant!

“Yes, what giant am I?” - Grabbing her by the hips, I twisted it, and then sharply planted on the member sticking out.

- Damn! - She screamed. - Oh! You make me to the heart. Not. - I raised it, pushing palms under the ass. - Do not. Leave! Oh! - I let her go, and the member plunged to its full length. - Someone was lucky! Oh! Oh! - I abruptly, forcefully put it on, catching jumping breasts with my lips. - My dear! Oh!

I left the money on the table, before the bed on which she slept - naked, tired of sex for several hours. The body had such lightness, weightlessness, one might say. And in my head there is a ready answer to the question “what to do?”. Maybe this is a violation of the “... and the knot” condition, but I was on my territory and these were my women. All the women here are mine. And it cannot be otherwise.