facial expressions. Grimaces, replacing each other. Her hands did not find a place. At first she turned them over to show how beautiful her breasts were Rosalind's Breast, and without any tricks on her part was beautiful. These two domes of love, having matte, marble skin with bluish streaks of barely guessed veins, were worthy of the paintings of any artist. And how beautiful her nipples were! Like two huge grapes in the halos of passion. Of course, they were a little fluttering, just a little. Quite a bit, and not like in porn movies: bouncing like two pears in the wind.

Suddenly, Rosochka put her finger in her mouth and sucked it in time with her jumps. I realized that the climax is not far off, and having closed my eyes, I stretched my hands in front of me to touch the breasts with my beloved. I stroked them with circular movements, and gripping the nipples with my fingers, gently pulled them to the beat, sometimes twisting. My rider did not remain indifferent. She moaned and howled, gasping and groaning. I zaikal, feeling in his loins lava flows ready to break out. A lion's rattle fell from my throat, and Rosie remembered her mother and wailed, repeating the word without stopping. So it's love. A wonderful miracle. The miracle happened. My key opened the lock of the casket of pleasure, and the river of love flooded the grotto of my beloved with freshwater streams, to put it allegorically. In short, we ended up together, and so violently that we almost lost consciousness.

- Albertik, what are you doing? - Rosa was surprised, gently stroking my hair when I began to lick the sweat from her breasts and near the armpits.

Of course, she worked hard in the field of love, unlike her partner, who only did that he tasted honey of pleasure. I didn't even sweat. But I liked the taste of her body, so I immediately replied:

- I eat nectar from the petals of my favorite flower.

- Ah! What are you all the same, my dear, - gently, and sometimes rudely kissing me where it is necessary, confessed my flower.

The doll, of course, could not tolerate such mockery of itself, occurring so far still on its territory. She waited until we finished and pushed the door. She opened with a small creak, forcing lovers to pay attention to her.

- Shameless! - the artificial woman said loudly, - engage in adultery in the presence of strangers. Have a conscience, do not shout like that. In the end, I'm jealous. And you, - she turned to me, - Albert, how could you exchange me for this fat woman ?! Me, a beautiful creature, the embodiment of engineering and artistic genius. By the way, for information, I was created in the image and likeness of porn actress Anastaysha Rukavichkina. Rosalind, be good, ”said the Doll to my beloved,“ close my door from that side.

- And the magic word? - asked not the fat woman at all, gracefully getting up from our bed.

- Please, - plaintively asked Anastacia

- And do not want to apologize for the fat woman?

“Sorry,” said the Doll.

Rosie closed the drawer door, and grinned, crawled onto the sofa, remaining on her knees in front of me.

- Still, you complex about your body. Well, and in vain, - I said, - and how do you know that she looks like Anastacia?

- I have a great memory for faces. I found a description on the internet.

“Stop cheating yourself that you're fat,” I said, “it's not like that, you're beautiful.” You need to change clothes. In your you do not look like I would like.

“Anyway, she won’t reach my beauty,” Rosalind said, without breaking her lips, in the voice of a doll.

“And this is not required,” I grinned, I like her like that. My delicious bun. Now I will eat you, - I pounced on my delicious bun, but we preferred a real breakfast.

After breakfast, we went not to go shopping for boutiques of the city, but straight to Rosa's home. She explained that we would not find clothes for her figure.Fashion designers are not very eager to create on such as she with a non-standard figure.

“I sometimes even order clothes,” she admitted, “not to mention shoes and dresses.

In her awesome nest, created especially for a woman, everything was fun, tender and sometimes screaming. Starting from finishing and finishing furniture. And the smells were a mixture of savanna and tropical forests. No, they were not sharp, slightly perceptible, but quite impressive. The toilet and the bathroom smelled of sea surf and breeze. It certainly struck me. In addition, the colors and the riot of colors were somewhat wild for someone who preferred the severity of style, but I decided not to go with my advice to someone else’s monastery, especially women’s. Everyone likes the way he likes. Rosie watched her lover for a bit and said, without opening her mouth, in the voice of a doll. I already began to get used to her such strange expression of thoughts by the method of ventriloquism.

“Of course, he won't like it here in your parrot nest.” This is a miserable riot of colors, and smells? It's just foo. Well, Rosalind, try to entertain him with a demonstration of his outfits. Maybe he'll come back to me faster.

“Do you really think that if the doll could speak, she would have said that?” - I asked.

“Of course,” Rosie laughed, “but admit it, when you first saw me doing this, did you believe that your doll could talk?”

- I admit. It even seemed to me that I was going crazy, and then I thought that I hadn’t fully studied the instructions and the doll for such money may well be talking, but not reasonable. This is from the realm of fantasy, ”I laughed.

- Nothing, when we will part for a short time, I will speak instead of a doll. Through a cell phone, for example. As long as you make love to her.

- Why should we part for a while? - I did not understand

- I work in a theater, have you forgotten? - Rosalind asked, - there I learned to ventriloquism and a lot more.

- I admit, I did not know this, or rather, you are right, I forgot, - remembering the fragments of our conversation, I confessed, - because at that time in the cafe when you told me about yourself, I thought about something else ...

“More precisely, with another head,” my love laughed, “I understand that they are men.” Okay, I repeat. Sometimes our theater tours the area. This does not happen often and not more than a week. And you will have a doll.

- And you have? - I asked.

“Hmm,” the actress chuckled, and walking up to a pretty sofa, in one motion led him into a different pose.

The inner wall of the sleeping product was covered with various phalluses of various colors, shapes and contents. Along with vibrators there were pumps and other, not known to man, erotic adaptations of women’s self-satisfaction. Each device would be attached with love to the place allotted to it.

“Will I take a couple of bolettes with me,” the woman named her toys with love, “did she satisfy her curiosity?” She asked, returning the couch to its former position.

- More than. Then I will also talk to you on the phone, as if it were me, and not an artificial man making love to you.

- My dear! - Rosie was delighted, - then we will not get bored, and there will be no reason for adultery. And now sit back, the fashion show is performed by the author and model Rosalinda.

Rosalind grabbed a huge pile of various clothes and, warning the viewer not to spy, hid in the kitchen. The spectator was sitting in the chair at that time, drinking coffee in anticipation of an interesting viewing, perhaps with erotic notes. Under each ensemble of clothes, Rosie put on a special make-up that emphasized her face, and no matter how paradoxically it seemed, the elegance of the figure. Wearing a particular costume or dress, she changed her pace. She appeared in front of me like a pau in a long dress, then it was a model walking on the runway. Sometimes it was an employee of the erotic front.

The most cheerful and imposing outfit turned out to be a short dress of a balachonous look, barely covering her ass. On their feet were clogs with curly straps to the knees. They wrapped coarse mesh stockings.The bright black and red makeup put out in it the slut of the last century, the “Diamond Hand” work I saw in the immortal. Putting the lovely leg forward slightly, which made the dress even stronger, showing off a strip of panties and pussing, Rosa uttered the phrase that I heard many times in the masterpiece of Russian cinema:

- In! Ai b'ohan nabada! Thomas Carr Ronal. Salem Zharifo Gorello! Loon Daho Vual. Tsigel, Tsigel Ailulyu!

I do not take the accuracy of the pronunciation of the words I have reproduced, but that was how they sounded from the mouth of Rosalind. She accurately reproduced the behavior of a foreign whore, and even the words behind which complete nonsense hid, twinkling in damn eyes with colored eyes and curling shoulders with a typical southern temperament. Of course, I could not resist and, pulling the model for a sweet ass, I stuck my lips to her bare thigh.

- Hamish, kid! - in the voice of Ellochka Eater, she said, pushing me away from the commissar's body.

The demonstration continued. An erotic nurse in a white short robe, was replaced by Catwoman in varnished boots above the knees, with a small whip in her hand. Next was a maid in sexy stockings with garters. This has already gone outfits for sexual games. And at the end of the presentation, Rosa came out, probably in a cocktail dress to the floor. True, her pleasant in all respects breasts were almost open showing nipples aureoles, and the back was decolted below the priests, showing the beginning of a feature dividing this ass in half.

I could no longer withstand such sexual abuse of myself and, jumping off the chair, pulled up a long dress to my waist. Putting her leg on the coffee table, he quickly lost heart and without any preludes, proceeded to the interlude of love. The fashion show turned out to be extremely exciting for us. My exhibitionistica has long flowed from my lustful views contemplating her sexuality. And I have long wanted her to arrange this very tsigel. And my dick stood for a long time on the whole Ilu.

We with pleasure and pleasure began to love each other. Argued that plump and funny end up quickly. I do not know. Rosa and I had almost perfect temperaments. Therefore, I did not think about how this would happen and entered and went into it with all the passion. She sat down and landed with no less passion, managing to stroke my back and hair. Biting sponges and looking into my eyes, as if to say: “Do you like standing? We still will not try this, my favorite. Ahead of us is the time of discoveries of wonderful and unforgettable. ” So it's love. She's so different ...

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And then she offered me a theatrical performance called: “Scandal in Central Park”