1. The executor of desires. Part 1
  2. The executor of desires. Part 2

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... Marat meets her at the entrance to the shopping center with a huge bouquet of red roses.

“I have been thinking of you all the time,” Alyona hears from him and gives a kind smile to her answer. She had enough time to quickly buy fashionable erotic stockings in the center's boutique and replace them with winter tights in the toilet stall while I was waiting for her outside the door, and the boy who arrived was outside.

A strong, tall handsome sits Alain in a snow-white, like winter around, “Mercedes”, and they are going to have supper. I become invisible to them, but not indifferent.

“You look awesome,” Alen Marat makes a compliment, and he crumbles in response ecstasies over her appearance, and that she hasn’t changed at all - she’s just the same beauty that drives you crazy ... Alain melts like the first winter snowflake, and her chest rises from trembling breath. She begins to believe that this evening is only for her.

A friendly dinner, romantic memories and a tennis star with Alenka's pen in a sports palm in the twilight of an expensive (for a girl) kabak. French wine and soulful words. Eyes in the eyes of men and women at sunset receding into the night of the evening. Is it worth mentioning that Alenka's mobile phone is prudently turned off?

“Let's go to me,” Marat quietly suggests. She accepts the invitation by lowering lush eyelashes, and soon the car takes this couple to the athlete's metropolitan apartment. I watch the Mercedes and remember that someone needs to call.

In the apartment of the great champion, Alain found herself in a different world, studying the high cost of the situation. And the leather sofa seemed so soft to her. Marat gave her another glass for the evening, and her mouth touched the glass.

“You have an amazing lip line,” Marat says sensually, never taking her eyes off her. “I want to taste the wines out of them.” His taste should be amazing.

“No one has told me such a thing,” Alyona admits fascinatedly. Marat expects a rush from her, devouring the chest balls with his eyes. And waiting.

“Well, do what you want,” she calls.

The guy comes very close, gently puts his hands on women's shoulders. The girl takes wine in her mouth and in a second takes on Marat's impatient lips. He sucks the drink out of her plump sponges, and then enters them with a swift kiss. Alain is not trying to remove him, but only snuggles tightly, giving the guy arouse even more from touching hot boobs. A couple passionately kisses, somehow quickly moving to the sofa. Marat launches a hand under Alenkino's dress and lifts him up - up to the very white skin of the legs, protruding from the edge of the stockings. Marat starts up from the sight of female flesh, and Alain feels the tension of his penis through his pants, while he leaning over, kisses the girl's neck. Classmate is not lost, and her deft fingers grope at the bottom of the belt of men's trousers. I hear the clacking of the belt lock and the passing of the fly. Warm palm envelops a ringing member of Marat and gently holds it up and down. An athlete with a moan knocks Alenka onto the sofa, pushing her legs apart, but he hears a stop signal.

- Quietly, Maratik ... Do not rush.

And after these words, the little girl's body slips out from under his powerful torso. Then he faces the guy on his knees and again takes possession of a standing end.

- I want to make you happy ... Do you like, say, the line of my lips? Well, get it.

And plump lips bend, releasing the tongue to the edge of the head, and then instantly close on the member of the athlete. They occupy him with a rapid wave of oral sex, forcing Marat to moan, with his head thrown back on the couch and whisper gentle words to Alyona, conscientiously performing the mine foreplay. Member disappears in the depths of the mouth, and then emerges, released, and so it continues time after time, the entrance for the exit, while Marat does not cry, discharging a stream of sperm.Alyona does not release his penis from her mouth, gently absorbing white drops. She managed not to drop a single one on the floor, and the girl was getting exhausted by the already weakened member who had released the tension.

“Come to me,” asks Marat, stretching out his hands, and accepting Alen, who has risen from her lap, into them. It is buried in the face of the dress on its elastic chest, with the pleasure of absorbing its smell.

“I've been waiting for this for a long time,” he admits.

“And I waited,” Alain mutually tells him. She does not rush him, allows him to recover, but the time of desire flies quickly, and within minutes ... Marat is ready to satisfy his guest.

He puts it on the sofa and lifts the dress, revealing white panties. Alyona calls her legs apart, showing a womb covered with a semitransparent fabric. Marat abruptly pulls off her panties and exposes the vagina wet from the desire. With a hungry look, he digs into the slightly open hole, counting the seconds with a heartbeat, until she fully obeys him.

“You are amazing,” Alena says with a compliment.

“I haven’t heard that for a long time,” the girl responds with a touch of sadness. She takes off her dress and sips Marat on her naked body. He presses his hardened member with his fingers again and launches himself inside, accompanying the entrance with a blissful groan. Vaginal ring covers the phallus, and the guy leans on Alain, covering her with his powerful figure. He greedily begins to fuck her, allowing her to leave on the torso light scratches of female nails. Her legs are thrown over his shoulders, and her hands squeeze the pleasant roundness of her ass.

“Give it a blow,” Alena soon asks with a gasp, gets on all fours and quickly gets a penis pushed into the vagina, followed by a cry. Marat has it tightly, rigidly, with pleasure, which is received by grateful lovers. The girl conducts movements ass to meet, and then breaks out.

- What are you doing? - Marat does not understand breathing heavily.

- Lie on your back, - asks Alain. She slowly sits down the guy on the penis, and soon begins to jump on him, like a rider in the saddle. Her hair flowed down her back, and covered eyes let her know how good she was. This went on until Alain is heard in a cry, feeling an orgasm rushing through her body.

- Everything is divergent! - suddenly you can hear the commanding voice from the side. In surprise, Alyona sharply jumps off Marat's dick and wraps her eyes, which are still clouded after violent sex, towards the living room door. There also looks, half-sitting, stunned tennis player. In the doorway is a guy dressed in a winter jacket. He is clearly tall on Marat.

“I didn't have time,” says the guest, annoyed. - Tok got, and she was about to finish. Well, I know that it is better not to touch her at this moment ... I had to wait.

He easily admits that he watched the girl's orgasm from the side, and then takes a decisive step towards the naked couple on the couch. Marat menacingly rises to meet the peasant - and immediately gets a breath. With a cry of pain, the athlete bends in half.

- Vassenka, I'll explain everything to you! - almost shouts Alain, at the same time grabbing and quickly throwing on a dress. The naked athlete unbends, is filled with anger and that there is strength sculpts Vasya in the face.

That is, in the face. The husband flies back to where he came from - to the door.

- Don't touch him! - angrily shouts to Marat Alenka and flies up to her fallen husband. Helps him rise, anxiously peering into his face and wiping drops of blood.

- What are you, damn it, sculpt in the face ... - spitting, Vasya pronounces with reproach and speaking to his wife. - Oh you. I found someone to instruct me with horns.

Marat is inclined to drive an uninvited guest out of the apartment, pushes aside those who want to prevent dismantling Alain and is preparing to deliver another blow.

However, everything turned out differently. The athlete tumbled in the air from Vasya’s dexterous hands and was on the floor, his head slamming hard. The mood to fight after that at the lover was gone finally.

- Vasenka ... Forgive me ... Well, I only love you, - Alena chirps, almost crying, and hugs her husband while he nervously tries to pull away from her. She kisses him on the cheek and forehead, and the plumber gives up.

“C'mon,” he says humbly.- I ran into it myself ... I told you so much in a cafe today, any ...

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