The arctic cold ran down Lyuba’s arm, whipping up hair and cooling blood. The lips were numb and the words sealed like a bottle with a cork.

- Preparations are underway, the fire burns in the brazier, the meat languish, go, greet the peasants, - said Vadim, released Lubin’s hand from his, so as not to introduce it into a stupor in public, pushed back the chair, sat down his passion and went to friends.

Lyuba's heart was ready to jump out of her chest and break on the green grass with thousands of fragments. It seemed that everyone was distracted from conversations and was watching her intently, trying to understand what had happened. With an effort of will, a stupor, she sat down in a chair and took a glass with a cocktail, looking at the light as the sun was tangled in mint.

- Who will help me in the kitchen? - Olga asked.

- Let me, - Lyuba put the cocktail and, getting up, went to the hostess.

“Olha, now I will jump,” Zhenka shouted, “just to listen to Natalie.”

They went into the house, proceeded to the kitchen, which struck Luba with bright colors and a cluster of cans of preservatives of various configurations. It was evident that the hostess loved to cook and devoted most of her time to housekeeping.

- Here's a salad bowl and vegetables for you, fantasize.

- all cut?

- Of course, we are many. I'll do some tartlets for now. Max told me about you - she took a sweet pepper and began to finely chop it up - and I myself see that you are a modest and shy girl, the city has not crushed you yet.

- There is nothing to grind. Maxim says that I am the golden fleece, although this, for the most part, applies to my hair, but he insists on an allegory.

- Eh, youth, to return to a few years ago. First love, tenderness, and pouring out of you, it seems, it was recently, but how much water has flowed away since.

“And here I am,” Zhenya interrupted the conversation, “show me the mess of a manicure.”

- Zhenka, cut the bread, take it on the shelf to the right.

The whole honest company gathered around a huge table, which was filled with dishes, the kebabs caused salivation, and a sudden and persistent one.

- Friends, ladies - the owner of the house stood up and lifted up to the brim and misted glass - I would like to drink my friends, despite the cataclysms in the world, various circumstances and difficulties encountered on the path of life, but we are still together for for so many years. I am glad to see you in my house, all in the same composition.

All clinked glasses, and the spring festival began counting.

Maxim was courting his beloved child, flushed with wine, imposing kebabs and salads on her plate. The girls shared their opinions, jumping from topic to topic, the men led unhurried conversations about business, plans for the summer, and gradually the bowl with kebabs became empty.

Lyuba relaxed, realizing that Vadim was not up to her, and he was not looking in her direction.

“- He has such a beautiful girl, that the beauties of the Bach will be sitting in the complexes and tears next to her. Still, the model is stylish, well-groomed, what manners and look of green eyes. Sincere smile. These are not forgotten. Against its background, I am a faded roadside flower, which somewhat calms down. ”

It was getting dark. The sunset was incomparable: brightly scarlet, in stripes of golden color with green lining. The guests dispersed in groups, but Lyuba sat on Maxim’s lap, holding a glass of wine in her hand, which threatened to tip over and pour on her clothes as they kissed.

- Maxim, bring a handbag out of the car, I want to leave and powder my nose.

- Just a minute.

He went away and returned carrying a small white handbag in his hand.

- Here you are.

She took it, put the glass on the table, walked lightly toward the house and began to climb the steps.

“- What a beauty she is after all.This white dress on the straps goes very well with her, making her elegant and at the same time gentle and chaste. Yes, Max, you are lucky, ”he thought, looking after her.

Lyuba went into the bathroom, put her handbag on the table and looked at herself in the mirror, framed by spotlights above the sink.

Suddenly the door opened and, twisting a smile in his lips, Vadim came in. He locked the door on the lock and, coming close to the girl, quietly said, removing the gold curls from the ear:

- Good evening beauty. Do not miss?

Lyuba was silent, only dark-violet eyes with dumb reproach looked at him from the mirror.

He reached under her dress, ran his fingers over the velvet skin of the convex ass:

“You think I ran away from me, and I forgot about you?” Be quiet, do not twitch, do not make it worse, - he clutched his second hand to her neck.

His fingers penetrated the fabric of the panties and stopped at the girl’s wet lips with silk curls.

- How did I miss this sweet pussy with a little growth. I uncorked it, I and the owner.

Two fingers penetrated the vagina like a knife in butter. He dipped deeper and deeper until whitish moisture covered them with interest. Lyuba clutched at the surface of the table and closed her eyes.

He took his fingers from the burning crotch, brought them closer to the girl’s lips and ran them over, leaving a moist mark:

- Taste yourself, sweet. And you wanted me to give up this pussy, made of pure joy?

He lowered the dress straps from her shoulders and two breasts jumped out into the light, with gorgeous peas pink nipples. Grabbing her tits, he began to knead them and pull off her nipples, with such force and desire that tears appeared in Luba’s eyes:

- Please do not.

- Shut up, otherwise I will go mad with one thought that I can never fuck you again.

He rested a firm member in her ass:

- He wants you.

Vadim tilted the girl, released his stallion to freedom, and, tearing off his pants with her fragrant youth and freshness, pussy, literally burst into fiery flesh. He fought her with his dick so that Lyuba began to squirt, filling the floor in the bathroom. Moisture ran on the inner sides of her thighs, enveloped Vadim's trunk and settled on his eggs, small droplets, which in a quick fucking race, left uneven, smeared tracks. She closed her eyes, began to moan loudly, licking her lips with the tip of her tongue, but he covered her mouth with her hand:

- Fuck, be quiet, bitch.

It seemed his dick was tearing her insides to pieces, her vagina was burning and running out of honey.

The chariot at the same time fiery and icy, swept through the narrow aisles of its mink, scratched the walls when cornering, touched all the most intimate and secret, woke up the falling asleep age-old lust and was carried away with a booming sound to the surface.

At some instant, the chariot crashed into the wall and crumbled, being carried by splashes of fireworks, pulsing in the sky of the girl's destructed orgasm.

Her vagina flowed, snaked, twisted and clung to Vadim's trunk. He grabbed her by the throat and pushed sperm into it, completing the passion duet. His body shuddered, in convulsions, another instant and a victorious howl of the beast, will spread around the district. But, consciousness brought him back to reality, he gritted his teeth and roared his womb.

He flicked his jeans, smoothed his hair and, taking out a mobile phone from Lyuba's bag, dialed his number. The girl's number was stuck on his phone.

- Now you know who the fuck you. I will call, answer and come.

He took a disheveled Luba with his nipples sticking with pleasure on the phone's camera.

“Close the door behind me and clean up.”

Quietly gone.

Lyuba washed, washed, cleaned herself up and, fearing that she was away for a long time, flew out of the bathroom with a bullet.

No one noticed her absence, the celebration was rushing under its own power, picking up speed.

Lyuba came up, kissed Maxim on the cheek and sat in a chair, stretching her leg over the leg.

Vadim ate another drunk glass of meat, and did not pay any attention to it. Natalia was busy talking to Olga, talking about the costs of her profession and recent shootings.

Maxim and Lyuba were the first to leave the party. On the second floor he had his own room. There was a huge bed and a dresser ....