Written in collaboration with Nata Edd

The boss sat down in the chair and beckoned her with his finger. Coming close, she unbuttoned his pants and a sharp movement lowered them down along with his underpants. He froze. She knelt down. Right in front of his face was his languid, drooping friend. With a light touch of her fingers, she opened the head and clasped it with her lips. Running her hand under her shirt, she rested her palm on the stomach, caressing his testicles with his other hand. Tongue walked several times on the head. And the friend in his mouth came to life, quickly began to grow in size, rushing to the very throat.

It is not known what a man imagines when a woman gives him a blowjob, but at such moments her feeling of power over him is incredible. Playing with her lips, she simply enjoyed her tongue, feeling how he trembled after each of her touches. Continuing, she looked up and met his eyes. He was in her complete submission. But, remembering that the man still loves his eyes, she pushed her hips, spread her legs wider and, with her back arched, still increased her pressure. He growled, throwing his head back. The end came pretty quickly.

Whatever they say, but she personally never liked the smell of semen. Therefore, she did not like all kinds of blow masks there. That is, did not like when they finish on the face. So did this time. As soon as he trembled, clasping his hands on his bare buttocks, and with all his might, he threw himself into his throat. She knew that at that moment the swallowing movements of a woman brought an extra outrageous sensation to a man. Stopping his attempts to free himself, he held him for a long time, giving him the opportunity to pour out completely. Then she let go and rose to her feet.

- Prepare documents for yesterday’s meeting. I'm leaving in an hour, -

the boss was already zipping up his pants.

- Viktor Ivanovich, may I leave this afternoon? The child from kindergarten must be picked up early. -

she lingered in the doorway.

- What can you do with it? -

smiled boss.

Already in the waiting room, sitting at her desk, she quickly put herself in order, adjusting her makeup.

- That's how we live, -

coquettishly winked at herself in the little mirror in front of her.

Her name was Mila Milovanova, and no other surname or name would even fit her. Because she was really a very pretty young woman. With sophisticated features, full-breasted, with an almost wasp waist and gorgeous slender legs. Her portrait would be completely incomplete, if not to say about her good-natured character, sense of humor and just a sea of ​​enveloping femininity. No one ever even called her ironically, Darling, as this did not correspond to her essence. She was cute, sweet, like in childhood. Mila was loved by her parents, teachers, classmates, college friends, colleagues and finally her husband. The boss of the soul doted in his secretary

Mila, in the morning, knowing that the boss would be late, managed to run to a nearby store to buy some of the products. The list was still at home, so as not to miss anything. She was obviously lucky today, she managed to boot a meal in literally forty minutes. Satisfied with her enterprise, she mentally started baking a cake at home, according to a previously prepared recipe. She also built a chain of cooking the rest of the dishes.

After lunch, Mila began to pull out of the refrigerator everything she bought and was terrified, as it turned out that her hands would not be enough to carry everything away. But having contrived, she hung one bag over her shoulder, took the other two. The guard, seeing her off, and opening doors for her, unable to bear it, spoke:
- You, Mila, as the Greek goddess, none other than.
- Why not? -

Mila lifted her chin with dignity and walked gracefully down the street.
Summer raged with might and main. Heard chirping birds. Warmly this year came unexpectedly early ...
Mila lived two blocks from her work and didn’t scare her at all that she would tear herself up and not bring the provisions home. She was even fun because she was so loaded. But everything provided, to the smallest detail.
When about ten meters away her house appeared, she suddenly heard hurried steps behind her. Mila saw a young boy next to her. Stylishly dressed, well-smelling, with a huge bangs falling on half of the face. Periodically, he straightened his bangs, spreading the fingers of his hand and opening his face for a few moments. There was a tiny golden earring in her ear.

His face caught the attention of Mila, she liked such faces. Although the guy was young enough, some incredible power emanated from him. Brown-haired, with large gray eyes and wide cheekbones. Mile, he seemed like a medieval Viking. The young man smiled when he caught the woman’s gaze on himself. His smile turned out to be only the corners of his lips, but Mila was enough to smile back at him.
- Can I help you?

The Viking even extended his hand to one of the bags.
- Thank you, but I have already come home. -

Mila began to climb the steps of the porch porch. The guy hurried after her.
- Well, let me at least open the doors for you, my hands are busy, -

he raised his hand over the intercom, waiting for the woman to call the code.
- twenty six ninety one -

just said Mila and smiled again with her charming smile. She felt like he was looking at her with delight. Mentally, Mila was glad that she looked today as perfect as ever. Their eyes met for a second, and the young man plunged into them bravely. Mila shyly turned her eyes away.
The Viking hit the elevator button and the doors swung open immediately. With a gesture of his hand, he invited her first to enter the elevator and once again, adjusting his bang in a mannered manner, he went next.
- Eighth, -

kindly cooed as an old friend.
- I thought so, -

said "viking" and, screwing up one eye, smiled slyly.

Getting under way, the elevator suddenly stopped between floors. Then it all happened, as in some horror horror movie. A second later, she was pressed to the wall. Pushing on the shoulders, she was forced to bend a little. His hands, deftly unbuttoning his dress belt, threw the hem high, covering her head, and slid along her luxurious bust nervously, cheekily and unpleasantly. Mila gasped and squealed softly. Simultaneously with a screech, she instinctively tapped her foot.
- Well, stand still! -

dull snapped the guy. Everything happened at lightning speed. Mila obediently froze in anticipation of what was unclear.
His hands wandered around her body unceremoniously and confidently. She with each new touch of his desperately continued to squeal softly.

- you what? Stop it! -

she begged.

- There is nothing to build yourself, -

he hissed in her ear. The hand, climbing under the bra, squeezed the chest. Hard fingers squeezed the nipple.

- Painfully! -

Mila screamed and immediately felt the panties crawl down.

- Oh! Oh! Oooh! -
hand, climbing between his legs, penetrated inside. Very deeply penetrated. So that broke the shiver

- Not! Do not! -
she screamed, wriggling with her whole body, trying to squeeze her legs. But she was not allowed to do that. Everything was in vain.

- Nah !!! -
screamed in all throat.
- Do not break! You'll like it, -

she heard a mocking voice.

- Not! Not! - begged, still not fully believing that this could happen. Bending back, still trying to push him away from him.
- A-A-A !!! -
could not resist the cry. Suddenly, it was filled so that it almost choked.
- A-A-A! -
again.
- A-A-A! -
still...

Reason refused to be aware of the whole nightmare of what was happening. Two steps from the door of their own apartment with her did it. They did ... In addition to the will, forcing them to respond to every movement. And then to feel in yourself it was quite unbearable.

- Oh! Oh! Ooh! ...