The intercom is ringing.

I know what it is. She came to tell me that it's all over between us. She called me last night and said she wanted to meet. Our relationship is deadlocked, she said. Is it really? We need to meet, she added.

I know what she wants. She wants to get rid of all obligations, wants to cross out all that was said between us and once promised to each other. This, you see, oppresses her. She can't start dating with that boxer until everything is over with me. She is respectable!

The intellectual!

Why did she come? To tell me something that is so obvious? To get rid of remorse?

I sit on the couch and listen to the intercom ringing.

Yes, she went to hell!

- Andrew! - this is my mom shouting to the whole apartment. - They came to you!

As if I myself can not hear.

Mom walks down the hall and I quickly hide under the bed.

“Strange, I was just here,” Mom looks around the room and goes back to the door.

You can hear her letting her into the apartment.

Well, here it is!

- You pass. He went somewhere for five minutes. You can wait for him in the room. He will be right back. Here are his shoes here.

Is she not alone?

Mom never addressed her to "you." I hear them walking down the hall. The door opens and the room includes legs: first my mom in slippers, with yellow corns on her heels and thin blue wreaths, then hers in jeans and with a red pedicure with rhinestones under transparent stockings, then another, massive, in black thick socks and jeans too.

Did she bring this boxer with her?

- I have to go to the neighbor. You sit here. Good? - she speaks to them as if they are my best friends. - He must come now. Probably went to Denis on the fifth floor, - my mother turns around and leaves. A minute later, the front door slams.

Fine! Got them into my room, and she got to herself!

I lay on my back, huddled to the wall itself, and barely breathe. I want to be this plinth. There are crayons, pens, and an old transparent file with my last year’s cheat sheets lying around in lumps of dust. A table tennis ball was huddled in a corner near the battery itself.

I look at their legs.

- Do you think he will come soon? - it says boxer. His hoarse low voice sounds like a barrel.

- I do not know. We must wait. Did you remember what you promised?

- Yes, I will not touch him. I need him very much - he starts up with a half-turn. Looks like a hot guy.

She is silent. Probably worried. Her legs rub together nervously about one and waltzing around the room.

- I will speak. You just keep quiet. Good?

- Do not worry you so, - he approaches her, and she ceases to flicker around the room. His widely spaced legs occupy all her space. His leg is one and a half times the size of it.

“Not now,” she tries to step back to the window. - You are welcome! - how much fear in her voice. - And just not here.

He follows her heels and pinches at the window. I never had the courage to argue with her, and it is enough for him to simply press her to the window.

She continues to resist. I hear the sound of a struggle, the rustling of clothes and her restrained mooing. Probably he stuck his tongue in her mouth.

Persistent bastard.

Suddenly, it seems to force her to his knees.

Is she going to give him a blowjob? She considers it unnatural. Here is a bitch!

I gently move my upper body towards them. Now I can see perfectly well what she considers unnatural.

I only see him to the waist. She sits in front of him on her lap, turning her back to me. Her brown wavy hair is loose and a waterfall falls on her shoulders.

He firmly held her head in his hand and does not allow it to escape. Yes, she no longer tries. Unwittingly obeys his movements. With his free hand, he nervously unbuckles his fly, pulls out his long and soft, like boiled sausage from his underpants, cock and immediately puts his head on his groin.

- That's it, baby, suck it.

With two hands, he holds her head, completely hiding his sausage in it. She tries to break out, grunts, chokes, rests against his hips, but he clutches her tightly.

So, sucking his cock is natural, and mine is unnatural?

He leaves her alone for a second and finally throws off his jeans, exposing his legs and torso. He stands in front of her in his socks. His penis looks like a spade handle - just as thick and smooth. At the end - a big head, like a breeding stallion. Heavy eggs, one slightly higher than the other, rolling, pull a thick pinkish scrotum, which is attached by two thin leather folds to the shaft of the penis.

While he is undressing, she sits silently, with her hands on her knees, with her chin lowered, and waiting humbly.

- Let's not here. I beg you! - I have never heard her ask so pitifully about something.

“Why are you,” he grabs her head and, playing, again, and again roughly stuffs her head into her mouth. She chokes, but does not resist.

With me, she did not even want to raise her legs higher when she was lying on her back. And now she is ready to dutifully suck this boxing member and even choke them.

He lets her go, but not for long. With one jerk, he abruptly pulls off her jeans and white lace panties at the same time, which I gave her on February 14th. He puts her with cancer, in a pose that she hates. She bent her back and closed her eyes. Looks like she just wants it all to end as soon as possible. He pulled Mike around her neck and pulled her breasts out from under her snow-white bra. Nipples stick out in different directions from the pressed, like the udder of a cow, breasts.

How she must hate this pose!

He slaps her on the bare ass, and the ringing echoes through the room. She squeals and flies by surprise, but immediately obediently puts her elbows in the same place and, bending, sticks out her ass. Her eyes are still closed in silent obedience.

Once I tried to lightly slap her on the pope. How much then was the perturbation! In which only perversions she did not blame me!

I consider her beautiful face. She has thick black eyebrows and plump pink lips from her mother, a primary school teacher. The nose is the same as that of her father, a retired police colonel, stubborn, with a small crook at the base, and a rounded cartilage at the end. And a small mole on the left chin, which I like so much.

The boxer, meanwhile, pulls the condom down, kneels behind her and with a roar drives her stalk into it to its very foundation. Hard and uncompromisingly, clutching at the hips so that it can not slip.

She publishes a prolonged suffering moan, in which the pain can be heard, turning into pleasure. She closes her eyes and rare tears run down her cheeks. He starts to fuck her roughly.

She always demanded tenderness from me. Try to start pestering her without caressing her first. Immediately get a turn from the gate.

Grunting, he drives his stake into it again and again. From my position, I see how his eggs, when they are accelerating, slam into her pubis and bounce back to repeat everything from the beginning. There is something animal in it. He fights her like a stallion fights a mare. Powerfully and widely beats hips in her elastic ass. Each blow sends a wave through her body. The wave begins with its chic butt, which flops like a bowl of water, on its stake, crushes, but does not burst, rebounds and again tends to return to the shape of the ball. The wave runs further along its body, filling its juicy forms with gelatinous tremor. But the apogee of this wave becomes her breasts, which, like elastic rubber balls filled with water, fly forward, backward, collide, flatten, scatter in different directions to meet again, flatten and catch a new wave. At the ends of these ...