Sport has turned into a slave trade, they buy a well-playing body, regardless of whether it understands that the fans scream “his”, who have turned the matchmaking into a very dangerous kind of game of young males and who joined them to females.

There is a peculiar sex-marathon for funks: buy through familiar fans and carry a false flare through control into the tribune zone in the condom; the guy at the "right moment" means of expressing emotions to what is happening on the field among the screams and whistles, and then lead and get it ...

The bursting flames from the steel pipe, the eyes of the hero and the heroine glowing with excitement are a challenge among the raging crowd and guards, now two of the guards with sticks break through to them; ". Strong powerful swing. A burning stick with a whistle, scattering sparks, and tumbling in the air, flying forward, smoking gloves thrown off ...

She kisses the chosen hero, he holds her bare, cool bosom in his hot hands, burned from the flare ... they bending down, wade through the fans jumping on the seats and get to the exit.

She boldly earned thanks from this hero soaked in burning smoke, he doesn’t even know what awards await at the entrance of the old house ...

Two guards still run after them, she grabs his arm and they run along a narrow alley, behind the tramp ...

This is already a familiar settled house, under which they began to build the metro to anyone unnecessary stadiums where everyone except ours will win ...

Panting, they run upstairs, up the stairs, she takes out her keys on the run, runs up and opens the door on the sixth floor ... she lived here her entire adult life ...

Her breath ... freezes on the window ... a pattern appears from her moist air and a barely perceptible crackle of ice from the freezing window. Resting against her thighs on a thick wide window sill with dried flowers in pots, she touches rough patterns with her palm. From her smile with steam emanates. She is at home...

Her unfamiliar boyfriend comes up behind her, easily penetrates under her sweater and touches her wet tits ...

She does not turn to him, says softly:

- Come on quickly, in my opinion, they rise ...

He hears only “faster” and feels her wet buttocks without panties with his hands, took out his swatch, unzipping his swollen pig, simply flew into the hot slippery gap, again caught the “running away chest” with his hands, she grasps the cold heating pipes with his hands legs, sex begins ...

He gets hot, he throws off his jacket and from it ... then she pulls off her sweater with one hand ...

The blows to the door, but they do not stop their heavy traffic, an orgasm is approaching ... a crash of a breaking door is heard ...

Suddenly an unimaginable blow and again the quiet crackling of small cracks recognizing snakes from a diagonal crack ...

The knocks on the door ceased. The fast tramp with the mat subsided. From the window it was clear that two in black uniform ran out from the entrance.

“This is my donkey's house ... so pitiful ...,” she whispered through a love cramp ... a warm fluid flowed down her legs ... the vagina continued to throb ...

It became unnaturally pleasantly cold ... even invigorating cold ... it is just an incredible pleasure from cooling the face with small snowflakes flying through the cracks in the thick green glass ... This is such a familiar huge old window ... Some body anesthesia from the cold - even There is no "goose bumps." Just do not feel the cold and everything!

They didn’t want to do anything, they just stood and finished ... For him, she is the first in the sexual sense, and he is also the first for her, but she lost her virginity when she inserted a false-gun cartridge into her ...They simply stayed in the same room, more precisely, in one world. And that's all. Didn't even want to disconnect ...