crusaders. However, the returning bishop drives Laura away as intact. The girl is alone in the middle of the scorched war of the province, where swarms of robbers roam. The brave knight-crusader is called to take her to the house. Laura thanks him in the hayloft. This is the scene we are now started to play. And then ... Then everything will depend entirely on the actress. If the actress is sufficiently liberated, the knight will be a scumbag and will take Laura not to her parents, but to the slave markets of Palestine, where we will shoot a tearful scene of male domination over the poor white girl. Of course, this is extra money for salary. And another thing, if the actress already at the casting stage suddenly expresses a desire to play in the third scene, it will be an unconditional bonus. Are you like, Yulenka?

- You know, I think, if I can undress once, then I will go to the third scene, and to the first, where about the baron. But as I understand it, you must first agree to undress topless?

- At least.

- There will also be a whole film crew! A crowd of people: cameramen, illuminators ... And I am in front of them, naked.

- Oh, do not worry you. Operators with illuminators have already seen such views that they haven't got up without Viagra for a long time.

- But where are the breasts? And why do you need a nude in an adventure film?

- Imagine, Yulenka: Middle Ages, wild times. Horror, dirt, poverty ... this depresnyak should be diluted with a thread of piercing beauty. And what could be more beautiful naked female body? Only naked body with huge tits! That is why in the script it is especially noted: “the heroine has a big chest”.

- And who is the author of the script?

- I, of course. Well, let's continue?

“You want me to take off my bra?”

Highly!

- If you are ready.

She took the straps and suddenly frantically exclaimed:

“But you yourself just said that the essence of the selection will be not bare breasts, but talent and appearance!”

- Right. We take girls with angelic appearance. But only from the medium of big-breasted ones, this does not apply to small-scale ones. Further from these busty little angels we choose actresses, and from actresses - the most liberated actresses. And from the liberated we will look, who on. scenes agree. So everything is fair and transparent.

“You don't leave me any choice,” said Yulia, sadly bowing her head, and pulled down her bra straps.

- Stop! And play? How can I appreciate your talent if you become stupid to get stoned?

“Sorry,” she returned the straps to her shoulders.

- So, I am your faithful knight, we are on a halt, you decide to surrender to me, since you have nothing more to lose. Attention ... motor!

Yulenka cat slipped to my knees, stretched, ran her hands over my thighs, which caused a wave of pleasant goosebumps. The next second, the tight flesh of her breasts pressed against my legs. Her face in love was between my legs. I looked at him over the member, who was raised in his underpants, as if through a sight.

- My lord, - Yulia sang languidly. - I am immensely grateful to you. How can I thank you?

Tits hugs and jerks!

“My lady, I do not need your thanks.” I do my duty as a knight and christian.

“Ah sir, I knew you would answer that way.” If I had valuables, I would not hesitate to shower you with them! But, alas, I own only the clothes that are on me, - pulling away, she languidly stroked her body. I hatched on a thong and a bra.

“The glow of your eyes is enough gratitude for me.”

“Ah sir, I’m ready to shine your eyes very close.” I know, there is only one way that a real woman can thank a real man ... - she gently laid her head on my hip. Her silky hair tickled my skin. I felt like she was breathing in dimensional movements of the boobs rested in me.

- I am touched, my lady, and I would gladly accept your gift, but, alas, I was constrained by the vow of celibacy.

“And I was the bride of Christ, sir, but fate did not ask me.”

Fuck, she cried! Two hot tears rolled down my thigh. Boobs hot hugged lower leg on both sides.

- Destiny, my lady? You're right. For eight years I did not break the vow, but my faithful squire Jacques, no more, he fell under the walls of Kargason. And now fate brings me with you, and around is such a night ...

Under the sly, Yulia managed to unbutton the clasp of her bra. Raising a pleading face at me, she bit her lip and, throwing me a summoned glance, shrugged her shoulders. The straps slid down their arms, their breasts fell down like a white avalanche, but the cups somehow miraculously held onto them.

“This night you can call me Jacques,” whispering this, Yulenka shook her breasts. The bra fell to the floor. Breasts hung in all its splendor, topped with pale pink nipples with huge halos. - Oh, sir!

She sat on her heels, put her hands behind her head, bent at the waist, froze. Swinging, heavy breasts froze, looking down with a touching nipple. They were just beautiful. I reached out and took a pleasantly cool weight into their hands, I weighed them in my hands, shook, crumpled, mumbling all kinds of nonsense, just to:

“Milady, for eight years I kept my vow, but I cannot resist your charm.” No, the devil cannot wear such an angelic face. I understood! You are angels who came down from heaven in order to free me from my ...

- Sergey, enough for me to paw. Or do we go to the second part, to "surrender"? We only agreed to undress.

“But you still haven't undressed,” I protested, continuing to beat the boobs. - Are you a knight in a thong want to surrender?

She gasped:

- What? You want me completely undressed ?!

- Yulenka! You are an adult! Having sex in shorts is at least uncomfortable. Let it be in cinema and imitation, but it must look adequate!

She sighed and modestly closed her eyes:

- Sir, turn away, you confuse me. For the first time I undress myself for a man, show compassion.

I closed my eyes with spread fingers. Yulia got up, erotically shaking her boobs, and rolled up her thongs on her legs. As always, for some reason they stuck to her pussy and coolly stretched down, as if the sponges did not let them go.

- I'm ready, sir! Take me!

She froze, throwing her head back to the conditional heaven and spread her arms. She was beautiful: angelolikaya, in the arms of flaxen hair, splayed to the sides with huge breasts that bristled excited papillae, with a tidy maiden tummy with tender shoots embarrassing combed in the "track" of yellow hairs on the pubic hair, smooth slender legs, a little bit fat in thighs Swallowing my parched throat, I could not take my eyes off her huge halos, pale pink, a little lighter than the tanned skin around, the nipples that were swollen, raising the peas — it looks like her amazing breasts were still growing!

I applauded:

- Fine, Yulenka! You conquered me!

She lowered her hands, smiled, and reddened.

- Can I dress?

- What are you, Yulenka! So quickly things are not done. Get used to the new look. You must become natural.

She looked at me doubtfully.

- Or have you already reached the limits of liberation? - I asked a completely different, businesslike voice, hinting that I was ready to say goodbye to her.

Yulenka confused:

- How much more liberated? I'm completely naked.

- There is where. On the splits, for example.

- You know what! In the film, my twisted vulvar on the screen is not planned!

- So I'm not talking about the movie. I'm talking about the limits of emancipation. Believe me, a few physical exercises will allow you to rather feel naturally in the nude. I know. How many of these jumped here.

A reminder about a competitor vividly brought Yulka to her tone. Sending me a displeased look, she jumped. Hardly having time to swallow a saliva, I looked at her dangling boobs.

- Sergey, can I not watch?

- It is impossible. It will help you soon ... Read more →