head penis on his lips. Instant, and bypassing his lips, a member filled her entire mouth, causing a gag reflex and acute attacks of suffocation ...

* * *

Cyril methodically put the girl's head on his penis. Anya's face reddened, her cheeks swelled. Trying to say something, the girl made only inarticulate sounds.

Cyril's member has almost gained the necessary strength. Continuing to support the girl’s head with the palm under the head, the man gripped his member with his other hand and took it out of Ani’s mouth.

The girl with the noise absorbed the air, sucking in her mouth a thread of saliva hanging from the head of the penis.

“Let me go, I beg you,” Anya groaned, trying to raise her arms.

- No, baby, we just started. For that kind of money, do you know what they do? - Cyril again drove a member in Anin mouth, arching her cheek.

- I do not fucking - she whispered when a man, supporting his penis with his hand, again took him out of her mouth.

- I’ll put him between your legs now and I will fight until he is blue - Cyril again, as far as it will go, put a dick in a woman's mouth.

- I have a boyfriend! - Anya cried out with tears, a second later, when her mouth was free again.

- Do not be afraid, and it will be enough for him - the man got up a little, putting his scrotum in the girl's open mouth.

Anya coughed, shook her head.

“You don’t know how to suck, but for that kind of money you should be able to - Kirill straightened up, turned around, grabbed Ani's lowered jeans and with a sharp movement pulled them off her girl’s legs along with her underpants.”

The girl's legs hit the floor. Grabbing Anya's feet, the man dragged the half-frowning girl into the middle of the room and spread her legs to the sides. Without blinking, Anya looked at the ceiling, the tears on her face turned into shiny tracks. Thin strings of saliva flowed from the corners of the open mouth.

Clutching a standing member to his stomach, Cyril lay down on the floor, between Ani's divorced legs, staring at the girl's bosom. The parted labia, in the frame of a dark, fluffy corolla, showed the man a tender, pink gut. Unable to restrain himself, Cyril extended his hand, touching the girl's pink cave with his finger. Anino vagina was warm, almost dry to the touch. The girl began to cry again, struggling with a headache.

Rising from the floor, kneeling between divorced Anya's legs, the man shook his protruding penis, grasped the girls hips, and pulled her closer to him. Leaning on the body of the unfortunate with all his weight, putting his palms on the wet girl's face, Cyril felt his penis poke in the labia of Anya.

“You will like it ...” the man whispered lustfully, turning the girl’s head to the side, running his tongue along Anina’s cheek.

The girl moaned, turning to a thin howl. Cyril raised his pelvis, with his hand sent a member between the girl's labia. It was warm and dry. Yielding to the front, the rapist pushed the head of his penis into the girl's clean, resisting womb. Anya screamed and screamed under him.

- Hush, hush - the man calmed the girl, griping Anin’s mouth with his hand.

A little more forward and a sharp push. The hymen, unable to withstand the barbaric pressure, succumbed. A girl's cry of pain, horror and despair flew into the man’s palm with a gust of air, breaking free only with a guttural growl. The girl's chest lifted and immediately fell away.

“So, so ...” Kirill whispered, moving his pelvis, continuing to pinch the girls with his hand.

Tears flowed from Anna’s red eyes, glass eyes looking at one point on the wall.

- I will not cum in you - the man promised, feeling a close release, and groaned.

Having once again driven his penis into the narrow slit of the girl, Cyril came out of the girl's gut, sat on his knees next to Anina's motionless body, pulled up a sweater and a T-shirt on her stomach. Blood trickled out of the torn girl's hole in a thin stream, sticking two fingers into the bleeding gap, the rapist clutched his wet, scarlet penis with his second palm and frantically twitched his hand.

With a loud squelching maiden's crotch, the man violently pulled at his penis, directing the head to the girl’s bare belly. Being in oblivion, struggling with the consequences of the fall and shock, Annie just shook her head weakly, making inarticulate sounds. Having pulled out, fingers smeared with blood, from a vagina, and having wiped them about green Anin a sweater, the man, with an animal roar, watered a girl's stomach with light pink sperm. Holding the palm, squeezing out the last drops, the scum closed his eyes and slapped his cock on the skin of Anya's belly.

He exhaled heavily, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He rose to his feet, stepped over the girl, rinsed his hands under the stream of running water. With a heart-rending roar, Anya rolled over onto her side, pulled her knees up to her chest, trying to pull the bloody sweater over her hips with a shaking hand. Buttocks of the girl were completely covered with drying blood.

Wearing pants and tightening the belt, the man rummaged in his trouser pockets, pulling out a battered five thousandth note.

- Here, as promised - Cyril threw a piece of paper in the direction of Anna, sobbing on the floor.

- In a week I will bring the second part of the payment ... I hope the next time you will behave better - the man said instructively, turned around and, to the girl's heart-rending crying, left the bathroom.

* * *

An hour later, sitting at a desk at his mother’s firm, having separated himself from the whole world with partitions, Kirill Vladimirovich digested the scolding he had just received from a senior manager.

“It's good that there are even smaller people in the world than I did,” he thought and closed the folder with documents with anger.