what embarrassed me was that the Armenian continued to haunt me, found me in solitude, raped, saddled, and, leaning back, returned to reporting on the work done to create visible happiness.

The effect of the drug on the psyche of the Slave is so strong that everyone experienced happiness. The clientele was equally unable to rejoice at the cheerful bdsmitsy, who, despite having sex for money, did it with full dedication, actively demanding emotional relaxation, without the possibility of physical.

“Enter my position,” shouted sad, languishing eyes. - I can not experience an orgasm, but I can help you to love me the way it is.

And the client entered the position, and not only. Many girls had the most intimate and trusting relationships with clients. Platonic inferior love, forbidden by external factors, manifested itself in unexpected moments of courtship, exacerbated in the choice of clothes, cooking, was realized in a joint rest, sympathetic strokes, endless deep kisses, preliminary caresses, having no way out, finding an outlet in new gastronomic temptations, as an expression love and devotion to spiritual partners.

That was our love with Angela.

***

The big girl has velvet shiny skin, I bought massage oil to enjoy the flight of my hands. Angie purrs under me, lying on his stomach, completely naked.

“You are Venus,” I mutter quite. Pausing, I add: - Rubens.

- I'm Rubens? - she shakes, giggling. Gentle pillows priests rhythmically go shake. Slightly pushing their thumbs, continuing to move down. The constricted nodule of the anus shrinks itself fearfully, in a second to proudly finish off the rosette. I learned to understand Angie's anal gestures, now the ass wants a finger.

“No, you are Venus, Rubens is me,” I put my middle finger completely into the ring of muscles. - I draw you, - the ring is lovingly compressed, sucking on a finger. Fuck the curvy blonde while at the same time pulling off my jeans. She moans unbearably natural.

“Angie,” I whisper, bent over a golden mop of thick, flax-like hair. - Do you like it so much? - my finger bends, pushing the way to the vagina from the inside.

“Yeah-aah,” her voice trembles, as does the butt, which has become a large gelatin pie, divided in half. Venus arches back, neck. Rotik finds a member.

- Do you like sweets? - now my voice trembles in anticipation.

- W-gu, - she grumbles, continuing to suck cock.

- I, too.

She has no idea about the big intentions associated with her big booty. We have come a long way to get to where we started. Under the pretext of upcoming anal caresses, I asked Angie to wash herself with warm water. The water repeatedly poured through an enema with a powerful jet flew out into a glass vase, losing an unclear shade over and over again, until it finally returned to its original crystalline freshness.

Now the washed-off lush treasure towers over the bed with two rounded hills. Fingers that have been in the valve of the hollow hemispheres, confirm the theory of purity of the vessel.

It was not for nothing that I shaved my pubis and testicles, whipping cream with thick white braid streamed from my can on my genitals, causing Angela to be delighted.

- Wow! - she tries to tongue white clot, enveloping the head of the penis. - Yummy! - is taken to lick the trunk, pubis and testicles.

While sweetheart rumbles like a hungry cat, I get to the valve. Carefully insert the tip of the balloon into the anus. I shoot.

Angie shudders, freezes, looking up for a second from the delicacy.

An endless stream of whipped cream rushes into her cleanly gutted bowels. It lasts a minute, two. I am willing to wait forever if necessary. I ask Angie to rise and relax the stomach. She lets go of the press, a new stream of filling rushes into a chocolate bar. The cylinder is completely out, the contents remains to lie white mass in a big girl. Kim Kardashian's huge asshole filled to capacity, the girl has to stick her ass out so that she doesn't accidentally squeeze the cream out of herself. His stomach swelled, slightly sank. I pumped a couple of buckets of cream into her, no less, my finger sank, Angie's ass rolls unnaturally.

- Oh, - the hostess of the priests yelps, giggling.

I ask her to get up, walk. My hands are trembling, my breath curled.

Angie slowly rises, clinging to the headboard. She walks around the room with a swollen belly, like a pregnant woman, giggles. The valve reliably holds the white weight, buttocks actively help the anus.

Is returning. I ask Angie to stand in the knee-elbow position on the bed. It became definitely easier for a big girl, freedom appeared in her movements. The second balloon enters by half, there is no point in looking for an uncreated volume further, Angie's stomach swelled up like an udder of an unmilitary cow. It expires with cream, the anus is convulsively tightened, involuntarily belching cream clots. I snatch them with my mouth, licking on the bottom. Angie groans at every touch, especially when my tongue flies into the sphincter's funnel, sinks into it, pulling out another batch of cream.

Angie lies on her back, I put two pillows, a blanket under the tailbone. Fluffy legs fly up, fold as in childbirth, balls of boobs crawl to the side. She grins in a fucking way, I adore her for these little smileies. Her pregnant belly, filled with whipped cream, a huge ass holding a delicacy, towering over the bed, beating the natural nature of women's thighs, stretched to the sides, smeared with cream.

“Food is served,” I wheeze excitedly.

In response, having a giggle, anus squishes, spitting out thin strips of cream. They slide down the laced vagina down on the smooth pubis, swollen tummy and on to the juicy chest. I stick to the anus. tongue easily penetrates inside.

Angie is bursting with whipped cream, blissful groans accompany every penetration of the tongue. Cream sweet thin strip curls in your mouth. My hands have long felt the stomach - tight drum with cream - the slightest pressing on which causes a slight outpouring.

I lick the sewn up slit of the vagina, onto which frothy cream erupts. Only Muller has the right to poke dick here, his lock clings to the clitoris like a tick, you can’t pull out an iron monster and break it. Angela will go mad with grief if this happens.

She can not finish. I will only strengthen the desire for a speedy meeting with Klyuchnik. With Muller. I know it by myself. My girls are so insatiable, the more they are teased, the more they fuck free holes. Discharge during contact is not measured by the frequency of penetrations and not by the size of the Key — Klyuchnik's dick, but by the size of the proceeds, the total intimate time spent with the clientele. Blondie Julia - the most sexy, she is the most lethal, threshes like a combine. After the shift, the aggressive bitch is tearing and throwing, my dick is like a red rag for the bull to her. Two or three frictions, and she struggles in convulsions of orgasm, falls to the floor, losing consciousness, orientation in space and time. Angie will also finish as soon as Muller’s sluggish dick gets stuck in a lush shiny bosom. But maybe not so violently.

In the meantime, a thin white fountain of foam scatters across the Kardashian asshole - my dining table. Pathetic lot of beta male. Cream crawls on the stomach, chest, Angie fingers catching a white mass, collects it from the lush tummy. She loves sweetie, my sweet tooth.I buy her miniature cakes of different kinds, the more varieties, the better, she wants to try everything, just afraid to get fat finally. But it does not threaten her, her build requires good nutrition, her body is healthy, she is Venus, I am her Rubens.

I draw a picture in which Angie is again filled with cream to the eyeballs, the remnants of the second can easily reach the edges. The convex vessel is bursting with sweet foam, the sphincter valve looks like a mouthful, ready to spit out the contents at any second. I plug it with a steel erection. Hot cream rushes along the penis to the exit. The ship is leaking.

We lie on the side, Angie's flaxen hair tickles her nose, her thin neck has a heady sweetish taste of sweat, a wide rhombus of the back narrows to the waist, which is a parabola goes into rich juicy hips. I stuck in the middle, plugged the only valve holding the balls from the explosion. The round belly is relaxed under the arm. Angie giggles every time the cream comes out of it. We agreed not to be shy, the bed was covered with oilcloth under the sheets.

The cream is easily whipped into melted butter, I am in no hurry to get used to Angie. Beyond the edge of the sphincter hot mass hugs a member in a sweet hug. It seems strange that Angie has become so tender inside. Ass chomping and smacking, causing even more laughter from a big girl. She likes any affection, at work this is not enough. Angie clients do not like to wither. They sit in offices, directors of enterprises, senior managers - call her for five minutes - time is money. Blowjob, assfucking, without removing clothes - that’s the whole story. Knee-length jeans, thongs on the side, comfortable fly fly, a condom - Angie serves a business client who does not have time to mess with the girl. To relieve tension is the main task of the babysitter. “Stress Manager” - she jokingly calls her job. Her blizzard barishly, not rising from the table, not taking his eyes off the currency quotes on the screen. Ending as mechanically as a printer spitting out paper. There are no kisses, no touches, only the genitals, rubbing against each other, only through rubber - a transparent glass separating two worlds, attracted like atoms in the Universe. The chemical reaction reduces atoms into compounds, breaks them into fractions of a second, so that in a moment they rush to new elements to establish new bonds-compounds. Such is the life of Angie - the sparking express train, where each station is a contact, an insane discharge, every passenger is a client, a negligible charge.

But not with me. I climbed into this train and fly at great speed, holding onto the roof so as not to fly off. I accept the challenge, I will fight to the end, I will give my life if I have to. I will save you, Angie. You will be free and happy with or without me, as the card will fall.

I rubbed the place under the lock of the clitoris to the point of no return. Angela can not finish qualitatively, but she can suffer violently. Her ass, fucked into melted milk, explodes beneath me like a vacuum bomb: first sucks all the unopened juices, including the remnant member, then expands sharply, leaving no chance for a peaceful resolution.

A powerful fountain of liquid hot cream sprinkles from the gap, as if from a torn tap, rushing up buckets along the hollow between the buttocks, filling our sweaty sweet bodies with white scalding mash.

- I love you, Angie. I love, my dear, - I whisper to her sadly, holding back, so as not to cry, ending up in her next batch of cream.