The sun was gaining strength, climbing the zenith. It seemed that the white cushions of the clouds contribute to the speedy achievement of the heavenly vale, gathering together and pushing it, but the sun, dazzling in its essence and purpose, detonated them with thin golden rays, making its way to the earth.

Lyuba was sunbathing while lying on the terry sheet. Drops of water, after swimming in the river, rolled down over her body, bending around the elastic hills of the breasts, soaking into the fabric. Gathered on the tummy and evaporated in the sun.

Max emerged from the water on the yellow sandy beach, shaking his head. He loved such summer morning hours, from eight to ten. At this time it was good to swim, sunbathe, smoke one cigarette and slowly roll in my head different life thoughts.

He stood over the body of Lyuba's giant, admired her and leaned on top, seizing the chest in his hands. I squeezed them, and water poured from the fabric of the cups of the leotard, partially settling on his palms with warm moisture:

“There are so few items of aesthetic pleasure on this beach that you definitely shouldn’t spoil one of them,” he pushed the cup of the bra off and took the bumpy nipple in his fingers, “although I don’t mind spoiling.

Lyuba opens her eyes:

“I would not leave such an item unattended for more than fifteen minutes.”

“I’m done,” he innocently kisses her on the nose.

She puts her arms around his neck and they start kissing. No one and nothing distracts them. Birds are singing, a light breeze in the background, the rustling of the sharp willow leaves: - relaxing summer music.

Luba's bronze body warmed by the sun. Cool, in drops of water, the body of Maxim. She was quite sensual, he excited and delivered.

And delivered.

Lips came off lips. Lyuba closed her eyes and admired the picture of happiness; blue sky and a strong body of a loved one, framed by a frame of fluffy eyelashes in gold of light.

Maxim tries to take off his beach shorts in huge colors. But wet cloth holds back the rush. He is angry, realizes all the catastrophic mistakes, jumps up, rips them off from his small and strong buttocks:

- How do you go these shorts! - she stretches her arms to him, laughs, and he falls into her arms.

Shorts are tangled in his legs, but his member is in alert. He puts it to the crotch of Lyuba, covered with a cloth of small heats.

- If you want, I will get up and shout loudly to the whole deserted beach: “Yes, yesterday we fucked. Twice. He was not bad. So?

- It's up to you to decide “not bad”, or “insanely good.”

“Will we ever get out of each other?”

- What for? - he looks into her eyes.

His hand moves back a strip of swimsuit and a member, feeling the smell and taste of his beloved pussy, rests on the bosom. He can not wait to plunge into the juicy mink. Slow movements, Max directs boyfriend. A head, having passed small sponges, rests against a narrow hole.

- Oh, how wonderful.

“I'll eat you,” said the dick halfway into the cave.

“You always do this,” she bites her lip and moans.

- I want to play. What a sweet and flowing pussy of my girlfriend.

- Yes! Keep going

Included in it completely. His cock head rested in the heart of the vagina.

Max rests his feet on the sand, trying to strung it on his spear of fate. Moreover, he succeeds. And, it detains him in a narrow hole for a few moments, which is enough for a sweet pain and passionate yearning to overwhelm the girl. She throws her head back and quiet moans rush out of her mouth. The body arched arc. Max bites his teeth into her pink nipple, reared in the halo web, and bites lightly. A wave of buzz sweeps through the body of Luba.

He let go of the heart of the vagina, breaking it into small zones of pleasure pulsating with paints. And starts to enter it, not trying to stop. Lust parses it, he does not hold back the intensity of his passion; the smell of poured juice spreading with juices, which each time comes in a squalling agony, girl's strong breasts, jumping into the rhythm of entry, with a pink peak of tops.

Two bodies in the lap of nature, with loud cries and moans returning to the original simplicity.

Taking out a member of the oozing and rammed pussy, Max kneels and lifts the girl's legs. He spread them apart and looked at the little hole that opened to him with a whitish bloom on the gold of the hairs. Sponges, shamelessly gazing at him in the pearl haze of debauchery, brown hole anus, beckoning him every time stronger and stronger.

- How I want you, god! - he throws her legs on his shoulders and enters the ram, sweeping away everything in its path, smoothing the folds and folds of her cunt.

Lyuba bites herself by the palm and is carried off to the peak of orgasm. He pounds it until the uterus clings to it and, relaxing, begins to throb. With a cry cums into the girl.

The two bodies that survived the parish lay flat on the crumpled sheets and sand.

- Maybe in the river dive?

- Do not mind.

Grabbing shorts in one hand, in the second Lubin, they break into the cold coolness of the river.

Burnt by the sun, the love winding between the meadows and fields, they return to the home of Volodya, brother of Max.

After lunch with his brother's family, going to the city. Tomorrow is a new day and Luba is time to work.

She settled down as a waitress in a cafe two stops away from the hostel. The owner of the institution was a strong, downed peasant. He was about fifty years old, he was distinguished by excellent health, like all Siberians, unpretentious humor and tenacious mind of a peasant who would not give a penny to tithe, but would increase it into a ruble, thanks to the efforts and perseverance in work. For two months, I accepted Lyuba to work, because with the onset of summer I needed extra hands, due to the removal of a part of the cafe on the street.

Maxim took a passport from her, saying that he would make a Schengen visa, and they would be able to travel to any country for several days to stay together before starting their studies. Lyubonka, like all girls, dreamed of Italy. Hot sun, sea, salty wind, peaks of the Alps in the north, and the Apennines throughout the country. If I could just glance at all this beauty. Paris was postponed for a more solemn moment, for a state of serene joy.

The cafe was on a quiet street. From the pedestrian part it was fenced off by a low dark glass fence, between sections of which metal vases with long stainless steel legs stood. In them shone with magnificence of colors gentle velvet petals of "pansies" from dark purple to bright pink. Under the canopy stood along the facade of the cafe several soft sofas of gray upholstery, large wooden tables and comfortable chairs. Under a glass roof, on metal frames, infrared heaters went in stripes for evening guests.

In this room, and worked as a waitress Lyuba and her combat friend Vika.

Especially a lot of visitors were at lunch, when all the employees of nearby establishments dropped out to eat, stare at each other, eat tasty food and, after smoking a cigarette or two, rush into the concrete womb of the city until the end of the working day. And the prices here are not particularly "bite" at this time.

Girls only had time to take orders and worn like mad. Time is money. Everyone knows that.

On one of these nervous and hectic days, Lyuba walked up to the table, where a young man in a white shirt with the collar spread and sleeves rolled up was sitting, and the stylish rim of sunglasses was striking to everyone. She rubbed at her with a glance, and her heart sank, squeezed, re-storing air, and gave out a portion of adrenaline, which scattered across her body. Flushed red cheeks.

“Hello, girlfriend,” Vadim gave her a white-toothed smile, “did not you see me?”

- Good day.We are glad to welcome you in our cafe, - she gave him a menu and a wine list. - Would you like to order something quickly while you make your choice?

- I would have ordered your exit in a negligee, but in this uniform I also like you ... - took ...