humility. Two fierce Huns find Laura and, enchanted by her beauty, rape the girl. Using absolute impunity, they do everything slowly and thoughtfully. The scene of the scene: around - a tall Catholic portal plunged into the gloom, the sorrowful statue of Madonna protrudes from the twilight. High on top is a multi-colored stained glass window. A ray of the sun breaks through it and falls on a mosaic floor. In the beam of light, kneeling, stands Laura. Attention!..

Throwing a sly glance at me, Yulenka slowly put her hand in the neckline and straightened her breasts, looked at their flawless roundness, prodding out, neatly tucked her looking out nosy nipple with her finger, leaving the halos almost half of my face in my face, satisfied eyelashes with satisfaction, went to the middle of the center, , knelt down and nodded that she was ready.

“And-and ...” I swallowed. - Motor!

Laura raised her eyes to the high vault, a long shadow of her eyelashes lay down on the tender peach cheeks. Prayingly stretching out her arms in front of her huge breasts, she whispered the words of the canon. The great leader of the fierce Huns, snorting, looked at the girl, sticking out on the voluminous belly the buckle of a combat belt, resembling a knot of a tied robe belt. Then he slowly walked around, looking at the nuns swaying at the sighing chest, the thin wrists of her clasped hands in front of the impressive bust, flaxen hair, scattered over the back from under the handkerchief, sparkling damn hairpins, stretching graceful feet in devils of hoof - Under the hem of a miniskirt immediately above the lace rubber bands of snow-white stockings. The great leader could not stand it and pinched these resilient white hemispheres. The prayer was interrupted only by the light “Ah!”. Urcha, the leader still squeezed the buttocks and, unable to restrain himself, nudged the young monk by the neck into the floor — it didn’t hurt, she absorbed her boobs. The skirt slid down the thighs, capturing the gorgeous ass (well, where are you getting there? If you like boobs - get your ass in tandem!) “Get down!”, The director ordered. “Oh, yes!”, The actress instantly bent in the back, pulling out a not very narrow anal and a great, juicy peach puff of pussy-like - with close labia, smooth, naked, velvety. The great leader shivered, not even trying to pacify the passion that reared in his groin, and ran his finger along the genital slit. Laura again gently gasped, buttocks recoiled, cringing, but in the next second they leaned back, bending more and revealing even more invitingly. With a supreme effort of will, the leader restrained himself and did not begin to lick this alluring appetizing perfection. Instead, he slapped his ass a few times from bottom to top, making her flutter, flaxen hair squeezed her fist and rudely but carefully, returned Laura to a vertical kneeling position. He walked around, puffing like a hog, and lifted his face almost buried in pillows of the breasts by the chin. The girl responded with passionate eyes full of tears of eyes. An incongruous expression turned over something in the soul of the great leader, and he hit the nun on the pale cheeks twice. Her cheeks hurt, making the girl more desirable. Groaning, she whispered her prayer hotter. The leader, puffing, looked at her heaving breasts for a second, then thrust both hands in the neckline and handled them out: huge, tanned, with large, palm-shaped, pink swollen halos, with trembling hands he squeezed this fantastic bust, lifted and moaned, Vryuhalsya in cool tenderness face. The Catholic prayer acquired the whispering sensuality of Enigma. The barbarian squeezed her crazy tits, rubbed them about three-day stubble, pulled on her nipples, licked, catching the border between velvety skin and delicate halos, tasted, wrapped in cool flesh, and squeezed the girl's pillows around her head to suffocate even more to start breathe this happiness, this huge, gentle, crept in magnificence, this dream! Laura's hands weightlessly lay on the back of the head of the great leader and playfully walked through the hair ...

The front door slammed deafeningly.

Yulia screamed, shrank back, sat on her heels, and covered her hands with a huge buffer crosswise.

Damn, as he again at the wrong time! Or today is just in time? Because in a minute the great leader of the Huns would be fucked by a Catholic nun right on the expensive Japanese mat in the studio apartment on the fifteenth floor in the very center of Moscow.

- Well, at what stage? - the radiant Georgich entered the room, small, nosy, with emaciated eyes forever hungry for women.

- Sergei?! - hysterically exclaimed Yulia. Her thin arms simply physically could not hide her huge breasts. They stuck out in every free gap and curiously stared with their huge tender nipples.

“Don't be scared, Yulenka,” I sighed. - This is Simon Georgievich, our producer, you know him.

- But, Sergei, we did not agree!

- He is a full member of the film crew, Yulia. He has the right to be present at the shooting and at the casting.

- Sergey, - Yulia whispered passionately, catching my eyes with pleading, wet eyes. - Please, I thought, we will hold a one-on-one casting ...

And catching my hand, squeezed it between her hefty breasts. I looked at her in some kind of madness. Never before have I been so ready to send Georgich away and surrender to that night that these eyes promise me. Why are there nights! A whole weekend! Whole week! ..

But the man's friend for boobs will not sell.

- I need it for the role of the second fierce Hun.

It’s good that she didn’t think of sucking my fingers — she couldn’t resist.

Instead, Yulenka threw off my hand, as if I had begun to paw her, and responded with an angry look.

“C'mon, Julia,” Geogrich interjected, “anyway, you’ll check you naked on the set!” What's the difference?

- Sergey, I am not ready to conduct a casting crowd.

Sighing, I squatted on my haunches and looked into her eyes with suffering.

- In that case, you can be free. We will inform you about your decision by phone.

Yulia blinked her eyes in indignation and resentment, but instead of words she threw prayerfully folded palms of herself between her bare breasts, thereby dangling them through her hands, and, raising her eyes to the ceiling, began singing pseudo-Latin nonsense.

Georgie and I exchanged glances and he, brutally smiling at me, showed his thumbs.

The fierce Huns again went around the nun ...

- This is udder! - shouted when he saw Georgich. - Where are you more, dog?

“You should have seen her hide them,” I grumbled.

"Catholic prayer" choked with an angry sob. Ahead of indignation, which could well have ended in flight from the apartment, I showed Georgich a fist from behind the girl’s back and said calmly:

- I beg you to forgive us, Yulenka. Just Georgich was fascinated by your appearance and, AS A DEBT, expressed his admiration for the only expressions available to him. Do not be scared of him, in fact he is harmless.

It is important to leave, which agrees with me, Georgich spoke in the voice of a fierce gunna:

- Silence, blond maiden! Now we will fuck your white tits!

“He’s the one who enters the image,” I hurried to explain. - Unlike you and me, Yulia, he has no fucking talent at all.

Georgich meanwhile, rumbling, crumpling beautiful юulkina boobs, and then, slobbering, buried in their pliable flesh and zachavkal. Meanwhile, the great leader, as if studying the field of the upcoming battle, bypassed the nun, in whose prayer shrill, indignant intonations prevailed. Oh, I'm afraid, on the verge of it. Now get up, spit and fuck off.

Fortunately, Georgich suddenly straightened up, wiped his palms wet from the saliva on his chest and said:

- No, Seryog, it’s you who have a maniac. I do not understand. I love more assholes.

And instantly he was behind Yulenka. One movement for the neck tilted her to the floor (the girl barely had time to expose the elbows of the “praying” hands, her milkings hovered over the mat itself and, swaying, they touched the rough fibers with nipples; ordered:

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