She sniffed, but didn’t stop the exercises, showing me leaning forward and sideways, squats, arms and legs, but carefully tracking this angle so that I didn’t see what was so sweet between her legs. Only once, when she leaned forward, hugging her legs with her hands and pointing her forehead to her knees (or rather, buried her face in dangling boobs), in the mirror behind her smooth juicy cunt blossomed, and calling for a passionate French kiss - and then only a couple seconds

“Well, how,” she asked a little breathlessly, “am I quite plastic?”

“You took my imagination,” I answered vaguely.

Beaming, Yulia sat down on a chair, trying to fold her arms so as to slightly cover her luxurious breasts, but she was so big that it was absolutely impossible to cover her in a natural posture:

- What's next?

I usually liked to interview the naked actresses, asking them very serious questions. It was fun to watch them try to show their intelligence at the same time and hide their awkwardness. But today I’ve pulled something ... Georgy is about to crap. Barker, in this phase, he will surely frighten the girl.

“Let's get down to the main stage,” I announced, handing Yulenka a bag with a nun's suit. - Laura is raped by fierce Huns.

The girl cautiously accepted the bag, peeked in, took out sparkling silver strippers with freaked heels.

- What's this?

“The will of the sponsor,” I spread my hands. - He likes tall girls. On the set will be stylized shoes, now there is only that. The bathroom is there.

Making a doubting sound, the actress went in the indicated direction.

- Yulenka! - I shouted after her. - Makeup refresh! I need something brighter, but by no means vulgar, you are still a nun. More pink and blue, not for me to teach you.

Nodding, she disappeared into the bathroom. I immediately grabbed the rearing member and pulled it a couple of times, and then, to oholonitsya, began to count how many homeless people live in neighboring yards.

The sound of the bathroom door being unlocked sounded as if the gates of paradise were opening.

She entered the room, beautiful as a dream. A short black dress with wide sleeves and deepest cleavage barely covered the pubis and exhibited the pomp of fantastic buffers for all to see. Long legs, whose topography stripped stripe studs to perfection, enveloped openwork snow-white stockings. A velvet collar with an oval icon squeezed the thin, delicate neck. The Catholic monastic scarf fell with black silk on his back, straw hair, knocking out from under him a rebellious wave, beautifully contrasted with a slippery black cloth, linen bangs coyly fell to thin eyebrows. The innocence of her face, underlined with pink lipstick on capricious full lips, and also with accentuated cheekbones, and eyes shining like aquamarines in blue shadows — such innocence simply endured the brain.

- Yulenka! - I gasped.

- Sergey, - the actress said sternly, - in my opinion, this is a costume from a sex shop.

- Well yes. I told you about the dark times. I do my best to color my film, to bring a touch of joy to a dark reality!

- But why not panty? I know for sure, such tiny thongs are included in the package.

- Have mercy, Yulia, what thongs ?! There were no strings in the Middle Ages!

- And the stockings were? She sarcastically asked.

- Your legs are too tanned. This is out of shape. In the Middle Ages, sunbathing was indecent. When shooting, the make-up artist will whiten your body, but now - only white stockings.

Yulia sighed, showing with all her appearance that she was in utter doubt, but she had nothing to object to.

- Look at yourself better! - I cooed, jumped and by the elbow, enjoying the delicate silk in the palm and the fluttering of the titkas in the décolleté, led her to a large mirror, the very one where her pussy twinkled five minutes earlier. - You look amazing! Immediately it becomes clear why the fierce Huns began to rape you, and not stupidly devoured. And you say “what does the bust have to do with it” ... The director knows better, he studied for ten years!

Yulenka was smiling, obviously pleased with what she saw. I caught a clear smell "svezhachka." Wow, Yulenka in the bathroom, it seems, fucked for courage!

- And my neckline is not too frank? She asked coquettishly.

- Oh, Yulenka! I am shooting a movie about the Middle Ages. All my female characters will wear such a neckline.

- But my something will definitely stand out!

I swallowed, looking at the angry tits jumped, and was forced to admit:

- In the script, after each word “heroine” there is “big breast”.

- Sergei! - gasped Yulenka. - How could you ?!

- But your neckline will certainly stand out, even among them! - I recovered.

- Oh, Sergey, - having closed her eyes, she inclined her head for a second on my shoulder, happy with everything that happens, pleased with her appearance and in love with herself: - You know, this costume does not suit big-breasted girls! Yes Yes Yes. Chest sags and snuggles. You will never get a beautiful neckline.

She clung to me with her big, barely lying breasts, and I felt like my melts were just breaking.

“So they'll have to take you,” he whispered ambiguously in response. - Your neckline is flawless.

Yulenka giggled coquettishly and exhaled hotly in my ear:

- You know, Sergey, and I'm in a bra!

- Yulenka! - I gasped, squinting at her tits and clearly seeing bare nipples translucent through the stretched fabric. - How can you! There were no bras then.

She giggled.

- Yes, I doubled the cups, and put the breast on top, as in the palm of my hand. And voila! Look, - she pulled away and invitingly swayed her stunning breasts - raised, gathered in a heap and completely naked under this thin silk! In a stage costume, a bra can be sewn to the dress from the inside, and a miracle happened: there is a bra and there is no way for him! And removed with the dress in one motion.

I began to recall what Lenin looked like in his coffin, so that the member relaxed and did not dirty my pants.

- Fabulous, little Yulia! If you pass the casting, I'll issue you a bonus.

- Ah, casting! - she threw up her hands, looking hotly at me, and suddenly leaned forward, offering a neckline and moist half-opened lips. - Well, check out my acting skills!

Even Lenin did not help. If I were even a little less responsible, I would take Yulenka by the hand and take him to the bedroom. I forced myself to respond with an immense effort of will:

- Of course, Yulenka. Let's get down to the scene.

Perplexed for a moment, she sent me a sexy, offended look and puffed up her capricious lips:

- Let's. Where is the script?

- Mmm ... You see, there are almost no words in your role. Ferocious Huns do not speak French. You will only pray in Latin. Well, maybe a couple of improvisations ...

Grabbing my hand, gently pressed to her buffers in a slippery silk wrapper:

- BUT! I understand! Scenes without words are the most difficult. It is in them that acting talent is revealed. That's why you chose the rape scene!

Her lips slowly and deliciously pronounced this word.

- Absolutely.

- But I do not know Latin.

- Not scary. Nobody knows her. Prayer is not in words, it is in souls. And in our case - on the face. It just has to to look like like a catholic prayer. You whisper something in pseudo-latin and play with your face.

- Well, Sergey. I understand.

Yulia pulled away and smoothed her dress, revealing her breasts even more, so that gentle corners of halos appeared outside.

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