- Lyubonka. The story of one girl. Part 1
- Lyubonka. The story of one girl. Part 2
- Lyubonka. The story of one girl. Part 3
- Lyubonka. The story of one girl. Part 4
- Lyubonka. The story of one girl. Part 5: Final
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The script gained momentum and carried away Max’s nerve cells.
“Sweet,” Vadim breathed often, restoring his breath. “Come on, ride on the soaring stallion, admire the view of the city, consider that you are maseratti and rush along the night avenue, pressing the pedal all the way. Overtake in their desires and aspirations of people and time. Suuka, don't give anyone any favors.
He came out of it and lay down on the floor. She jumped up on his flushed dick and, resting her hands on his chest, began her run. Her body glistened with sweat and shimmered with colors against an unimaginable sunset, staring at the window. Vadim put her fingers in her mouth, and she licked them in his passionate dance. Then he grabbed her arms and pressed her to his body, embraced him with a strong grip. The girl could not be released for further race, but he himself began to wave his pelvis, entering it.
Lyuba lay limply on top, and her head jumped on his shoulder when he fucked with quick and rhythmic movements.
Suddenly, the second member entered her ass, and two dicks began to hammer her into hot holes. She tried to push herself away from Vadim, but he tenaciously held her in his arms. Horror flashed through her constricted pupils and, without blinking, she stared into Vadim's eyes, covered with pleasure, trying to catch a bit of sympathy, regret, or pity.
Someone's hands grabbed her buttocks, opened them and fucked her anus, admiring the picture of double penetration.
Two dick skillfully slid in her holes.
Sticky fear flooded Luba. She turned her head as best she could and saw the legs and arms, so familiar and loved to stupor.
- No, bitch, no !!! For what?!!!
The body shook in sobs, she freed herself for a moment from the embrace and began to whip Vadim with her fists on her shoulders and head, but he caught his hands and pulled her behind her back.
- Yes, whores, yes !!! - Maxim was yelling at her back, entering her ass, tearing apart her whole essence.
Lyuba fell like a house of cards. Her body went limp, becoming a limp victim of false relationship patterns, which very much spurred men, and they began to cum almost simultaneously in her holes.
Max came out of it first. Vadim, throwing off Luba, went to the bathroom. And she lay spread on the floor and from her holes flowed sperm.
- Go, wash yourself, - Vadim approached her and extended his hands. She clutched at them, got up, and staggered, wandered into the shower.
Warm streams slid across her body, washing away shame, insecurity and betrayal. The tension did not release her, but her thoughts suddenly became crystal clear, like microscope glasses.
Rubbing her body with a towel, she went out to her former lovers. I slowly began to dress. The men sprawled on the couch and smoked.
- Lyuba, it was awesome. I have always said that there is something depravingly charming about you. Some poison that beckons. And then, after drinking it, you are not able to refuse from intravenous administration again and again. Yes bro? Lyuba, rely on us.
- You already put your dicks at my feet. Let's see how you will break the smell. And now, sir, would you be so kind as to give the lady money for a taxi.
- Of course, our cat is fucking.
Vadim got up from the couch, went to the bag hanging on the hanger, took out a purse and gave Lyuba a five-pack. Still, he had impeccable style.
Maxim twitched:
- Can you let me down to the hostel?
- Lie down. You can't get up now. You are very hurt. Eat acid, eat with Vadik the remnants of your own snobbery. I was glad to meet you.
She left the apartment, slamming the door.
- Good bitch, I would take her as a wife. But not now ... - said Vadim and stopped.
Lyuba returned to the hostel, fell on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Thoughts then scatter, then curl up.
She took the laptop and began to search. Sat until midnight, and finally, finding out all the details, decided on the place.
The next day I went to the dean's office and took my documents.I folded my bag and said goodbye to crying Vika:
- Girlfriend, do not worry. When things get better, I'll announce. Dad will come, pick up the remaining things.
They embraced and stood like that for a couple of minutes.
First of all, having come home, Lyuba told all her parents, hiding some facts. The capital broke it and spat out. The second thing, she went to her neighbor Aunt Tanya and, after talking with her for half a night, returned with the address of her relative.
Half a month remained before the application was submitted to the university, and Lyuba was in a hurry to complete all the tasks.
Father and mother saw her off. Lyuba got on the train and, waving goodbye to her parents, left for a new life.
Having settled with a neighbor's relative, Lyuba crammed her tongue with the same diligence that it seems to pick her up at night, she will get up and start to extract excerpts of texts by heart.
Having submitted her documents to the university, she was assigned to a group that gave only language, all the other subjects she had were at the highest level.
She passed her language quite well and was enrolled in the first year at the University of Berlin. Frau, with whom she lived, promised to talk about her place of work.
The beginning of a new life, albeit in German.
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pitch, you are so sensitive to my biography, it leads to certain thoughts. and read zhezh blya)))) right from the threshold fuck go
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You have no idea!!! I just took 5 pieces! You did not delete and answered) but I did not read your work. You, Marie bath is so predictable for old age)
I fucking love things, even though it causes an emetic urge ... Of course,
Sorry, by the way.
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how glad I am !! and the whole world came to life, and the birds began to sing and the autobahn led us to Norilsk. However, I congratulate you, smolka, with a win, nanolisaped and gingerbread. you are petty even in winnings. of course I kiss you on the forehead.
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Why, my love, are we on you? Giving to rule the situation. I feel that I have slept with you for a long time, even though you didn't know about entom) or did you know everything? Oh, I suspect Shaw and knew fuck)
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I woke up, brewed strong coffee, serbanula, ran your note with my eyes and gushed coffee through my nostrils onto the monitor. fuck you, a pack of wet wipes and a branch of mimosa ...
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Mimosa say ... Yes. For sure. Mimoses! Arbat and mimosa, this is a tradition. And inspiration. And then the mattress on the floor, feet on the shoulders, whisper - “not in me” and ... Long smoking cigarettes and tryndelki in the kitchen) And so it was, I remembered)
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How are you having fun here, however))
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did he surprise you? hello dear !!! you eat wherever you go there, you buy carriages. so I had to switch him to me))
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Solana, your grief girlfriend about a new life talked out. Oh, fuck, I wish you a successful resolution. It's so cool!
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darling, you can and grief, because you so fan this myth and diligently support the fire of my vile little soul towards people. mine mine navasnasrat. most importantly, I sho not dull shit, like you, radically black, spitting with special sprays of poison.))) I already imagined what you are in real)))
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Are you so jealous of your girlfriend? Or are you jealous? You do not have children and a permanent partner, right? You do not wear short skirts?
By the way, yes, I am poisonous, old, bald, stupid, cheslaven, fat, vindictive, and I have a kilogram of haemorrhoids) such is the reality. And I'm a woman.How do you like this turn ...
My dear, my dear, Marivanna, the evaluation is flattering to me, with a taste of nervous anger, they are from the heart. You are just a bunny, I love you before the spray, I will fucking :)
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Yes, I am such a poor, dissatisfied and unhurtful, shedding tears over my fate ... (went into hysterics, bring a handkerchief). Roxy I love and our relationship with her does not concern you. and then you sho woman, so I know for a long time. ugly envy, baby, relax rolls. there is no malice, unlike you, I forgive everyone for everything. heal heart! and with the holiday you, tireless macaque))) shastsya, joy and fuck more!
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;)
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Yes, in general. Bitches two! (in a good way!)
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Really looking forward to continue.
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thank. I'll think about it
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Though I “burned out” and for almost all my life I had weak feelings like pity and compassion and despised all modern young people, but then they came from somewhere, damn them ... or I started to grow old, or his story "blame." Everything described is, of course, an integral feature and even a “culture” (how disgusting to use this word in such a context ...) of humans, especially modern ones, but for some reason my obstinate brain (or soul ...) the fright was hoping for a more ... happy or something ending. Even in Crime and Punishment, the end is “fabulous” (which I was very unhappy about when I finished reading the novel almost through force) ...
And besides, another weakness manifested itself (here, too, two options: either you are “guilty”, or I am getting old ...). I have never expressed and did not want to express what I really think and care about ... I'd rather step in and seem like an idiot.
Well, you can sum up two results: another example, which in art (and not only) millions, if not more, of what is harmful to trust a person, to become attached to him and even more so to love. Well, what I need is even more zealously to burn out these weaknesses from myself, to hide everything that I think and become hardened.
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I agree with you completely ...
“You overcome embarrassment and shame before fully revealing yourself, but only in wretched earthly love in 10 minutes you already understand that you were simply used by indifferent nature.”
and I also like one of the concepts of Buddhism - never be attached to anyone.
thank.
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And I forgot to add ... very many, and perhaps even almost everyone, KNOW that seeing the reflection of the moon in a puddle they see the heavenly body itself.
and I also like one of the concepts of Buddhism - never be attached to anyone.
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Here you can add more and trust. After all, if you do not believe anyone, but you will not be able to betray, deceive, etc., etc., etc., etc. Much easier to live like that.
Well, I would not refuse to continue either. In my opinion there can be three finals: bad, normal and good. In the bad "on the Berlin side," something like this happened to the main character ... well, suicide, or an insane asylum (which, in my opinion, is more terrible); I finished my studies, found a job, lives quietly; somehow, again ... I fell in love with something, Maxim, got married, and so on ... just like in a series of some (well, which of the last two is good, which is normal depends on the point of view).
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I had another vision)) I wrote it for a reason. that Vadim would have married her)) but let's see. thank.
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It is unlikely that Vadim will have a “normal” or “happy” final ... in my opinion.
For some reason, I just want to be happy ... even though I am cynical, but sometimes some kind of hell disappears somewhere. And besides, he should [a happy ending] be at least not in real life.
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Just like my dog, I also did not want to become attached, but in the end I tied it. She then became angry, barks at all.
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10!!! +++
Of course, Snowball reveals a different side of creativity in itself, but its pearls still slip through)))
What is only Lance of fate and the heart of the vagina.)))
However, I have already left for this story and assessment and kament. The score is in place, and the kament is lost. I guess I did not send it. I am writing a replay.
Of course I feel sorry for Luba than these guys. Max in my opinion was not manly. Logically, he had to fill his face with Vadim and that slut Lyuba, but first he understood why a friend and his beloved had betrayed him.
However, my logic is not their logic. For them, the friendship is not worth three kopecks. And a woman is a chicken and not a man who is fit for a man just to satisfy his sexual needs.
Their moral is not my moral. Anyway, though I feel sorry for Lyuba, she could have stopped it at the very beginning. My moral tells me. What came before me even the flood does not concern me. Lyuba could immediately refuse Vadim at that time at the party. And scandal called Max.
The guys would have filled each other's muzzle, then they could have made peace, but then ... there was no elegant and magnificent story created by my oboe Snowball. Lyuba would live another life. Would you marry Max ... and maybe Vadim? But not the fact that a better life than abroad.))
So all that is not done for the better (c)
I kiss my little glassy gupkas. Your candy for ever!)))
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thank you my dear!!! but I’ll get round with Anyone, at the request of the readers I’ll write the last chapter and take up my nonka, or else the lyrics, I got fed up with flowers)) I kiss !!!
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Good!
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