“Nothing,” said Tanya. She suddenly saw herself from the side - the black damn was on all fours, otklyachiv glossy ass, and waiting ...

“I will try not to spoil the drawing,” said the male, pressing into it. - I will only fuck you, but I will not touch my hands.

He was noble in his own way. His cock mercilessly pierced Tanya, and she moaned in horror, with her painted nose on the asphalt. She wanted to merge with him, to become a stone or earth - just to run away from reality, burning nerves.

The member dug deeper and deeper into Tanya, and it hurt more and more, but Tanya wanted more pain, deeper and tougher ... The male got into it, finally, to the end, and moaned from pleasure, slipping back in Tanya forward. It was painful and uncomfortable; and most importantly - it was so strange that it seemed to Tanya that she was about to wake up. But it was not a dream: Tanya really fucked, putting cancer on the road. Tanya understood this and whined all louder, breathing out a groan with each beat. It seemed to her that she had turned into a huge otklyuchenny ass, and the whole world was fucking her there, driving lightning pain and pleasure into her naked body ...

- Ahhh! Ahhh! The male moaned like a female. A solid top spinning somewhere in the very depths of Tanya, where we wanted strong, cruel blows ...

“You didn’t ...” the male used an unfamiliar word, and Tanya guessed that he asked “have you not finished?”

She could not answer him ...

“I’ll make you happy now,” said the male. - Wait, hold on...

Soft and wet Tanya stuck in her pussy, stung her - and immediately recoiled:

- Fuy! Fuy, how disgusting! What is it? Is this your fucking paint? The male shouted indignantly, spitting like a camel.

Tanya got up, looking at him - and fell back, curled up with laughter. A mazut's beard imprinted on the male’s physiological face offended, as if the baby had become jammed with chocolate.

- Why are you laughing? You ... you ... You are a fool! Whore! - the male cried out a dozen more German words that Tanya did not know, and then jumps like a mouflon, galloped to the car, slammed the door and left.

Still shuddering with laughter, Tanya got up and walked down the road, suppressing her obsessive desire to be buried in the bushes and tear her farm to death there. In the groin, it hurt, pulled, sucked, and all of Tanin’s naked body buzzed, as if thirty-three pervert therapist had crushed him ...

***

She had time for fifteen minutes before the start of the defile.

- Where the hell have you been! - Zoya Nikolaevna hissed.

Her gaze fell on Tannin's groin. Without another word, she grabbed Tanya by the hand and dragged her into the tent. Tanya was gratefully silent. Having wiped away the blood and fuel oil with a wet napkin, Zoya Nikolayevna tried to stick a new velcro on the genitals of Tannina (“I had to pee,” Tanya thought with regret), but she didn’t sculpt, and Zoya Nikolayevna spat up and painted the airbrush with Tannina.

“So it will be,” she said. - Time is no more. Tanya, remember everything, huh? ... Well, with God!

A fashion show and everything that happened afterwards floated past Tanya, as if half asleep. She was tired, hungry and agitated, like a dozen March cats. As in the dope, she posed, arched, smiled, met, greeted, answered questions, not forgetting for a second that she was naked, the only one completely naked of all ...

Finally, when before her eyes everything began to swim and sparkle, as if behind wet glass, Zoya Nikolayevna put her in the car, and they arrived at the hotel.

Entering the room, Tanya looked at Zoya Nikolaevna for a long time.

- What? - she asked.

- I can not wash. I'm tired, - said Tanya. - And I do not want to wash away this beauty. I want to be in it tomorrow ...

- Okay. Then stand still, - Zoya Nikolaevna sprinkled Tanya with a new layer of varnish. Lacquered Tanya continued to look at her.

- What else? - she asked. - You are smart. You're a terrific fellow. I am so glad that I was not mistaken in you. You looked brilliant, moved ...

“Zoya Nikolayevna,” Tanya said dully. “I don't know how to ask you ... Do you have any gloves?”

- Gloves? Not. Why?

- Well ... Rubber, maybe ... You see ... I do not want to smear the paint from my hands ...

Zoya Nikolaevna looked at Tanya for a long time. Then she took a big soft brush and dipped it in black paint.

“Spread your legs,” she said.

Tanya, without raising her eyes, opened her arms, and Zoya Nikolayevna began to tickle her clit ...

“More,” Tanya asked when she caught her breath. She tickled her again, then put her hand to her middle, sloshing black gel in her. The second orgasm was brutal, like a fit: Tanya threw up, and she fell, sticking out the middle piece, in which Zoya Nikolaevna's squeezed hand fell ...

Then she went out onto the balcony and smoked for a long time, blowing smoke into the bottomless black Austrian sky, similar to the drawing painted on Tanya.

When she returned to her room, Tanya slept like a dead one, stretched out on a bed.

Zoya Nikolayevna covered her with a blanket and went to the bathroom. A minute later, there came a stifled moan ...

***

The next day flashed like a flash. The painted Tanya was hanging out at the festival with Zoya Nikolayevna - she walked among the tents and attracted everyone’s attention. She put on a dress, but she was asked to take it off, and Tanya again spent the whole day naked. There were no stickies on her, and she was filled with shamelessness, which deprived her of weight and complexes. She fluttered and laughed, surrounded by fans and journalists; She took a dozen interviews and offered her stunning photosets, and Tanya thanked and promised to think without thinking about who offers what. Zoya Nikolaevna, drunk with compliments and champagne (Tanya herself drank at least five wine glasses with her), collected business cards, lost them, picked them up and collected them again to lose again ...

Among the motley crowd, Tanya suddenly saw a familiar face.

- Ladies and Gentlemen! She cried. - Let's invite this young man here!

Red Schwarzenegger with jokes and pats pushed into the center of the circle, to Tanya, as he rested.

- See the black mark on his face? Let's ask, what is this trail? Let's?

The crowd, having sensed some kind of Hochma, settled on Schwarzenegger, who had not washed the black oil. He looked around like a hunted beast, then suddenly waved over the fence and ran away.

Dozens of people turned inquiringly towards Tanya.

“He ... this young man ...” Tanya pulled out, pretending to remember English words. “He said,“ Can I kiss you? ”I said,“ Don't, I am embarrassed ... ”But he kissed me anyway ... here, - Tanya pointed to her chest. - And running. When he kissed, he got dirty with paint. And still not washed.

- Ahahaha! - the crowd was having fun. - So romantic! Now he will never wash his face to save the trail of love! How erotic! And how symbolic! ..

This story hit all the news clips, and the irresistible Lady Space became a real symbol of the festival (although Zoe Nikolaevna, as usual, did not award any prize).

Drunk and exhausted as a convict, Tanya returned with her to her room around midnight. She was dead tired of the paint that dried her up like a collector's butterfly, and ran straight out of the door into the shower.

“Wait ...” Zoya Nikolayevna shouted, running after her. - Itself can not cope ...

Amazed, Tanya watched her undress, exposing her breast with dark, like a mulatto, nipples, and a slit similar to a purple mollusk.

- What? Shy, or what? - giggled Zoya Nikolaevna. - Well, well ...

She climbed into her bathroom, lightly sprinkled her with a warm shower (it was so nice that Tanya even moaned), washed her hands - and began gently rubbing the paint on Tannina's body.

The dry armor that pulled Tanya was softened and enveloped in its gliding moisture that tired skin was waiting for ...

“Aah ... aah ...” Tanya moaned, closing her eyes and not thinking about anything. Figure smeared, spreading a homogeneous mass. The thicker Zoya Nikolaevna ... Read more →