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- I writer another kind, - Egor has already come to his senses, again disliked the arrogant neighbor. - There are specialists for advertising and promotion.

- I will deal with specialists myself, - Vadim grimaced. - To sense from you ... Okay, come in - do not sneeze.

Vadim, whistling something under his breath, withdrew, and Yegor looked thoughtfully at the door of his apartment. It's too early, you need to do some work on the article, have breakfast, and then ...

Anticipation is one of the best parts of a date. Being in excellent spirits, Yegor calmly went about his business, worked and was even going to take a nap for an hour, but his restless neighbor had a different opinion on this matter.

As soon as the clock struck noon, as Irina called and anxiously asked if Yegor had changed her mind about going to the pool table, and since the plans had not changed, then you shouldn’t save them indefinitely. Less than an hour later, they got out of a taxi near the next club.

Today, Irina was shining in a short dark green dress without sleeves, tightly fitting the body. On the legs thin stockings, neck adorned with an elegant pearl necklace. Cut neckline - deep to the obscene, such that only the lazy will not look.

A pleasant twilight reigned in the hall, only the tables were lit with bright light, and the room itself was given into the power of the shadows. It is difficult to say whether it was the idea of ​​the administration or the banal saving of electricity.

- For a beer? - suggested Yegor.

- Of course, - Irina, wagging her hips, rushed to the free table, her appetizing forms attracted the interested views of men. Egor made an order and hurried after his companion.

The game has begun. Irina got up with a cue that made Egor feel tight in his pants. A coquette with a cue in her hands shamelessly made eyes, was bent all over and ...

When the woman once again pounded the ball in the pocket, Egor noticed under a short skirt elegant suspenders on which were kept stockings. As if hypnotized, he was staring at the snow-white skin, fascinated by the hem creeping up. That seemed the very tip of the red panties and ...

Irina mischievously winked, straightening her dress, and moved to the other side of the table. Now, while she was striking, her full bosom hung over the table, and Yegor “hung” on the contrary, having lost somewhere between snow-white hills.

And not only he.

The noisy campaign at the next table subsided every time, as soon as Irina bent down, the guys diligently twisted their necks and made round eyes. That's really, really impressive woman.

- What are we playing for? - Irina licked her lips in anticipation.

“For fun,” Yegor shrugged.

- Interest ... is different, - the woman thoughtfully leaned on the cue, putting her chest forward and her ass back. Egor could only guess what little thoughts are swarming in her cute head. - I agree! But do not complain when you lose!

Yegor modestly smiled and did not mention that, unlike bowling, he often visited billiards, and friendly competitions with Dimka made him a good player.

- How do you do that!? - after another blow, Irina doomedly put the cue in place, she had no chance, although the woman honestly tried, trying to distract Yegor with an unobtrusive demonstration of a décolleté.

“Nothing special,” Egor stretched sweetly, taking on Irina.

The gesture is very ordinary, but necessary. While they were playing, several spectators approached their table, most of whom were interested not so much in the game as Irina’s ass, which the woman mischievously twisted.

“Okay,” the yoke twisted, poking her breasts at the man, her hot breath burned her ear. “I'm in the ladies' room, and then you get your reward.” Your ... interest ...

The audience cheered approvingly, someone congratulated Egor. While Irina was absent, the man managed to start a few meaningless conversations about billiards.

“And here I am,” the woman slowly walked to the table, deliberately wagging her hips. Once near Egor, she defiantly spun, licked her lips, winked and ... with a broad gesture raised her hand, holding thin, twisted panties with two fingers.

All the men present, as if on cue, first, lifted their heads up, and then simultaneously lowered down. The woman, pleased with the effect produced, with a sly smile, put Egor's panties in her pocket.

Smacking his companion on the cheek, Irina walked gracefully into a corner of the hall, where she sat down at one of the tables, where she could take a break and drink something.

“And you are a mischievous person,” Egor stood behind, so that visitors could only see his back.

“I am so ...,” Irina leaned back in her chair, head up.

Egor gently ran his hands over his hair, his cheek, slid his thumb over his lips, holding the woman by the chin. Irina's eyes clouded over, she opened her mouth, letting her finger go further, starting to suck on it.

With the second hand, the man continued on his way, running his fingertips over the collarbone, diving under the fabric, to where the soft, elastic chest, uncovered by underwear, lurked.

Irina slightly started, but didn’t look away when a strong male palm squeezed the milk hill. She continued to suck on her finger while Yegor was playing with her hard nipple.

- Another game? - mumbled Irina.

- Smash! - Egor was less and less worried about others, the blood began to boil. All his thoughts were occupied by a lush ass of a single cheeky beauty, who, as if she hadn’t taken off her clothes, fearlessly bent over the pool table.

“It seems I am losing again,” Irina just laid down her breasts on the green cloth and wagged invitingly astern, trying to aim.

Tension was already pounding in the ears and demanded a way out, Yegor was overwhelmed with a feeling of lightness and permissiveness, the rapture flowed through his veins. It was much better than nicotine or alcohol intoxication, it was a taste of life.

The woman gasped softly when Yegor laid her hand on her lower back, pressing her against the table. With his second hand, he reached under her skirt, where a wet pussy was gleaming with grease. Irina was very neat and well-groomed woman, carefully watching herself.

Hard finger caressed delicate folds, collecting moisture. Irina moaned languidly, flowed like a bitch before joining and twitching her ass. The more actively Yegor worked with his hand, the more his knees trembled at the woman.

Egor felt that the viscous grease covered his whole palm, he gently inserted two beautiful fingers into the beautiful woman, folded with a pistol. Irina squeaked, bit her palm. The woman was moaning, mumbling, but holding back screams, Egor could only be amazed at how passionate and energetic her neighbor was.

- All ..., - the wenched woman moaned. Her ass soared sharply up when she stood on her toes at the peak of supreme pleasure, and then went down when the exhausted woman almost fell on the floor.

Yegor picked it up and helped sit on the chair. Other visitors were already looking at them, but this didn’t bother them much.

Irina threw back her head with a languid smile, Yegor felt her hand reaching for his fly. A sluggish woman after an orgasm, acting awkwardly and slowed down, got to the tense cock, squeezed him into a fist and began to caress slowly.

Feeling that he would not last long, Yegor did not deny himself the pleasure and slid his hand to his delicious chest. With his second hand, he again covered Irina’s mouth, ran his lips. Irina closed her eyes, gently sniffing at the palm from her discharge.

The hot tongue gently began to lick the fingers, then one by one, in turn, let them in the mouth, clearing the discharge, covering it with saliva. This spectacle shook Yegor so much that he was rapidly depleted, covering the table in front of Irina with seed.

The woman opened her eyes, their gazes met.

Some things are hard to say, but can be felt. Right now they felt everything - lust, adrenaline, betrayal and frank vulgarity of their relationship. They felt, understood and ... enjoyed.

Some things feel better, discuss them not interesting.

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