sofas red in the corners and scurrying subservient waiters. One of them, nimble arapchonok, jumped to the girl, and stuck a tray with champagne under his nose. Drew took a glass and slowly walked to inspect the celebration of the life of celebrity and the new rich.

A fountain stood in the middle of the room, marble Hercules and a stream of champagne froze with a silent reproach, foaming, beating from its huge member into a golden bowl, and overflowing, the champagne bubbled out, flowing out of the bowl and filling the small pool with itself.

In front of the fountain is a huge DJ console and DJ's own claws on obdolbannom vinyl. DJ was painfully famous and well-known for his gloss, Drew, remembering his name, moved on.

Stoned stars and stars, in costly expensive clothes from designers tried to outdo each other in importance and chic. The crowd saw, smelled and jerked perfect bodies to the beat of the music.

Drew grabbed an object from the raging ocean of bodies instantly. He was sitting on a red sofa and several girls of obviously Slavic origin, covered the body of the gentleman from all sides. But here the messenger hurried to him and, whispering something in his ear, withdrew. With a wave of his hand, the sheikh dispersed the crowd of devotees around him, left alone.

Drew put the unfinished champagne glass on a tray running past the arapchon. She pulled out a “zaguing dragon” from the clutch, put it on her neck, and began to break through the crowds. As she walked, the men folded their necks, trying to figure out which member they craved for this girl in a red dress?

Going to the sheikh, Drew introduced herself:

“Sophie, the daughter of an oil magnate,” and the pendant's fish-eye stared into the sheikh’s eyes, evoking a storm of emotions in him and inflaming his lust.

He jumped up from the sofa, took the girl’s snow-white handle in his paws and, putting his dry lips, introduced himself:

- Sheikh, just a sheikh. Would you like to see a collection of my paintings?

“With great pleasure,” Drew replied, and blushed with the help of her face.

“Please,” the sheikh made a hand gesture, indicating the direction.

They went out to one of the many doors of the penthouse, bodyguards joined them. The paintings were in a dark, echoing hall. They were hanging at a great distance from each other, and only the artificial light of the LED backlights violated their utter solitude.

Having reached the end of the hall, the sheikh let go of the guards and, opening the door to his underworld, invited Drew to enter.

A huge bed occupied most of the room. Pillows, furs, pads and rollers were generously scattered on the silk surface of trakhadrom. Baldakhin cast melodies from fairy tales "1000 and 1 night."

And on this cossexual altar, Drew was destined to lose his virginity. She was not afraid of difficulties, knowing what was going on.

Sheikh jumped on the bed of love and waved his finger girl. At the same time, he threw off a white kandura long shirt from a skinny body, remaining in a titanium codpiece, elegantly looked at the dark body of the autocrat and with a “gaffia” on his head.

Drew walked over and crouched on the edge, legs and eyes lowered. He took her hands, and the desire overwhelmed him:

“Oh, sweet dreaming queen,” he sang in an unctuous voice, “you will be my hot nights, passion will whirl us and carry us to the hot sands, where I will be your oasis, and you will be a mirage that changes sexual outfits day after day, night after night . You will sing songs of love to me, lying on the couch, playing the sitar, and I will listen and radiate confidence in my beauty and power. Lie down, sun, in the crib, it is not for the girl to sit on the edge. The appendages will chill.

Drew got up with cancer and crawled on all fours to the center of the bed, where the sheikh, with shaking hands, opened his coddle, spreading a pink-and-black stallion into the light. At the same time, all her movements radiated lust and screamed about sensuality.

Sheikh lashed out at the virgin and, leaning on top, began kissing the mouth of her young, moistened with Chanel lipstick, giving a triple volume.

He shook over her like a chainsaw in an oak trunk. Passion for virgins gave his love movements passion and passion.

Fearing that her designer dress would flare up in the fire of his passion and she would have to report to the camouflage manager, Drew stopped him, emphasizing the vulnerability of her soul in a gentle voice, saying:

“I was surprised you in my clothes, my sheikh, but imagine, now I will take off the dress, here and to my amazement at hand.” Exhale the alarm.

She got on her knees and with slow movements of her hands, taking the hem of her dress, began to shoot it over her head. As the dress moved up, and the sheikh looked down, her magnificent alabaster body opened. Thighs, exciting by their hardness of muscles, flat tummy with a cute navel hollow, in which the piercing diamond shone, carating and staring into the sheikh’s right eye. And a gorgeous little bosom with a sticking nipple pointed right at the center of the sovereign’s forehead.

Carefully placing her dress next to her, Drew lay on her back and, closing her eyes, said:

- My lord, take my virgin body gently and passionately. I want to be a woman with you. May this miracle be done, amen! - and Drew spread her legs, revealing the young, untouched by wormholes and men gap.

Sheikh was taken aback by this solitaire scenario, but the old artifact knew its business.

He began to kiss the beautiful body of the nymph. His tongue scraped Dru’s chest. He completely sucked one in his mouth and let go, holding his nipple with his lips and savoring him. Drew it was unthinkable pleasure. The only thing for which she was afraid that the pussy, which had begun to erupt, would disrupt the microchip. Brown sheik member stood in full combat readiness. Having stopped messing with the girl's boobs, he proceeded to invade the tight cave. He knelt, pulled Drew to his ass, lifted the girl's legs and spread them like bridges in St. Petersburg. Before him opened a small gap, flowing with milk jelly and calling for their taste.

He put his hot, oriental dick to the hole, he first led them from side to side across the pretty pink lips, spreading grease throughout the territory, and only then slowly began to enter a tight slot that did not want to let his brownish trunk, apparently suffering from racism and tormented by fear.

Drew paused, and with horror awaited a denouement, but the genetics overpowered fear, and she moaned quietly while his dick entered the bumps in her hole on the floor. He wanted to play and tease the virgin, as he always did with others, driving shame into the paint and seeing the embarrassment on the faces of the victims. This inflamed his vanity and lust. From the thought that his yasly humorous dick would tear off the hymen, he was shaking like the "Pershing" of the first model on the tests.

BUT Drew didn't give him that chance. It was necessary that the imprint of the pins be clean and clear, like an expensive diamond. Blurry promised failure of the operation.

She grabbed his ass with her hands, and pierced him with a spear into her vagina, like the hero of ancient Hellas feathered steel birds. The dick's head rested on the hymen, left its own individual imprint on it, the microchip scanned it and sent info to the Flash computer. The task gained momentum.

The blood poured from Drew's pussy, the sheikh froze and finished in astonishment.

While Drew was washing and taking a fragrant bath, Evan and Demian stood with a vibrator in their hands, with prints of a sheikh's dumbhead, and applied it to the sensor on the door to the vault.

The door instantly opened, letting two fighters inside. The safe stood in the right corner, and the experts began work. It was easy for them to open it in a minute. They took away the documents required by the authorities, and three packs of American money:

- Us and Drew on the ice cream.

We left the room, trotted along the empty corridors and, having called the elevator, waited. The elevator arrived instantly, as if standing on the floor below, Flash tried. They entered it and started down the parking lot.

But apparently, something went wrong and, having heard the alarm siren, and flashing blue lights in the parking lot, rushed to the floor of the servants, through the back door, grabbed the sheets, opened them, took the ends in their hands, and waited for Drew to appear from the chaff .

The alarm button was pressed by the guard when he saw the guards leaving the Sheikh’s vault. Apparently, the signal from the Flash computer failed, and the picture of the real action returned to the security monitors ahead of time.

“Ah, you are a creature,” the sheikh yelled, after hearing a warning on the phone and threw him against the wall.

“Now I’ll arrange you a cemetery of relations, withered flowers and a platinum map on the tombstone, with the inscription:“ we remember, we love, we scrape ”.

Drew did not hesitate for a second. Jumping naked out of the bathroom, making her wheel-to-bed debut, grabbed a dress and, throwing it up in the air, with one foot repulsed it like a ball, the sheikh flew up, put the second leg in the row of Louboutin, and raised her arms. Dress famously strung on the body of a girl. In a jump she stuck her legs in Labutena and, seizing the clutch, rushed to the exit. The floor plan, glowing in the brain with zigzags of corridors, popped up orange arrows in front of her eyes. Jumping out of the door, she saw the approaching guard, who opened fire on her to kill.

Wagging like a rat through sewer manholes, she rushed along the long corridors to her maid pantry. She was not up to the artifact, she was accustomed to rely on herself.

Proporov door Labuthene's heel of the left leg, she stormed into the room, feeling behind her the stale breath of the bodyguards.

She opened a chapel and dived in there with a small fish, on the way attaching a magnet to the iron wall, extracted from a clutch bag in which a thin fishing line with an aluminum holder for a hand was mounted and Pegasus flew down the tunnel. At the end of her flight, she began to slow down the heels of the Labutenov, from which the blades suddenly jumped out, steaming the metal of the linen belt, and flopped into the arms of silk and twill sheets, which were substituted by two brave agents.

Further, with a glimpse into the parking lot, restoring rhythmic breathing and the level of acid-base balance, they flopped into the car for the city of X6, which Flash was already driving, and rushed away from the womb of the skyscraper. The way they blocked the closed barrier, but they, having shown the certificate of the European Union for refugee affairs, were missed. And headed for the airport, observing the rules of the country.

A private jet carried them home, leaving a white mark in the sky.