- Do you like her? - Egorka pretends not to be jealous, but I know my friend too well to understand the pain my words have caused. It is not his fault that his girlfriend makes eyes at me. Recently, they often quarreled. Love - a strange thing, when it is a lot, it destroys.

I answer with the arrangement, weighing each word:

- Dasha is a beautiful girl, but I would not date her.

Egor smirks:

- Why?

- I do not like when girls command.

He snorts.

“Do you think she would pester you?”

- I do not know.

I do not even doubt. I feel sorry for Yegor, I want to help him, console him. But he painfully perceives any attempts to get into the soul. The usual friendly silence has a more healing effect. I am silent.

He too.

“She doesn’t appreciate my love,” he begins, finally throwing off the mask of indifference from her face, “Sometimes I even want her to go to another and he left her.” So that she finally understood that love is not given just like that. Then she would not compare me with others.

He is offended, very offended. For the first time I hear him complain. I nod slightly, expressing understanding. We slowly walk through the park, autumn leaves rustling underfoot, dusk.

Egor draws in a full chest of raw, icy air, exhales, giving me a short desperate look, grins. Recognition was not easy, he hides behind smiles.

I ask him:

- And if she is not abandoned?

We are approaching the bridge. Egor stops near the parapet, looks into the murky water of the channel. On his face, sadness gives way to doubt.

“Do you know what I fear the most in the world?” That she will go to another, fall in love and live happily with him. Then she will marry, give birth to a child. I'm her first man was. Do not think that she is so windy, she is very shy. When we met, she never kissed before me. Then they met a year and a half before they went to bed.

His fear is real: that is why he is so worn with his girlfriend, so he is ready to blow off dust particles from it. I always silently admired their love: childish, immediate, immense.

I can’t believe that beauty Dasha didn’t kiss up to Yegor, I can’t believe that she wanted to leave him. But everything can be. She really behaves primly, really believes that she was not lucky with Egor. Any expensive car and dude sitting inside makes her affection.

- Would you leave her? - Egor carefully looks at me.

- It's cruel.

- And if I ask?

I grunted, met his eyes, I understand that he is not joking.

- And what do you want to be serious? - I ask him carefully. The situation is not simple, it is not known how it will end.

- She still goes to the other, not to you, so even to whom. Not today, then tomorrow. Let it be better burned once with you, than be happy with another.

- And if she does not return?

He is silent. He is sorry to break off relations, very sorry. I can see it in the eyes.

- This is her choice. She leaves not because I repulse her, but because she herself wants. And come back too, if she wants.

I nod.

- And how do you want me to leave her?

“Well, so that she remembers all her life,” Egorka’s voice hardens, “and no longer looked for options on the side.”

***

- My joy, honey, what are you doing with me? - Dasha slowly goes crazy. Her voice breaks into a sob.

She trembles beneath me, splashing her thighs, clinging to my buttocks with a sharp manicure. Gentle heels pounding their backs.

I fully reach twenty centimeters of reared sticky flesh, I pause - the trunk bulges, plowing the fold of the clitoris. I take the penis back, lightly lowering it with a slight tension, feeling for the point of penetration and immediately fly into the current membrane along the very eggs.

- Mmmm! - Dasha groans, stretching her hips wider with her hands.

The head is stuck into something elastic, finds a soft limit.I'm not in a hurry to get a dick, dolby Dash them directly into the uterus, rubbing pubis up and down, massaging the clitoris. Then repeat the procedure.

Dasha is brown-eyed brown-haired, short, feminine. Professional studies of modern dances have developed in her strength, grace, filled her luxurious ass with elastic muscles. Dasha has a charming face of a Caucasian captive from the film Gaidai: the same juicy cheeks with dimples, plump lips, a playful playful look. Curvy dark brown hair frames the head into an oval.

Only now her hair was disheveled by the pillow, lost in sluggish strands, covering the wet flushed face. My saliva stained her lips and chin. I mixed my saliva with Dasha's sweet sweat, lipstick, vaginal lubricant, covered the whole body with kisses, licked the most frank places. I put my tongue in the greedy mouth of Dasha to the end. My penetrations are synchronous, rhythmic. She moos under the double onslaught of the tongue and penis, suddenly sucks me up, almost with a root tears my tongue, painfully bites the tip.

“Sorry,” Dasha whispers, gulping air while there is time to catch my breath. - With me this is the first time.

She without noticing continues to compare me with Egor. I am taller than her and Yegor on his head, which means more not only in height. Sixty kilograms of Dasha is nothing compared to my weaving. I tear her like a stallion, deliberately enjoying superiority in strength and growth. Specially looking for poses for deep penetration. I work with her as in the gym: as soon as the primary relaxation comes and the girl is on the ointment, I turn on all muscle groups, gradually bringing the rhythm to a complex one. Especially carefully pumped his arms and thighs.

“So big,” Dasha had already voiced her first impressions of the deep fuck.

I put it with cancer: I always finish with Dasha with cancer. Only at the beginning, while we were getting used to each other, I showed tenderness. Now I know what I want from her: a jackhammer. Two, three, four penetrations per second. I found the emphasis in the arms and legs. Dasha hangs her ass on the penis, arching her back, falling forward. I hold her basin with both hands. There is no girl under me, no ragged girl moan buried in a pillow. I focus all my attention, concentrating on the hole, which I grabbed with wide straps of my fingers and chase the penis with insane speed. White vaginal lubricant is whipped with cream on the piston, accumulates on the folds of a smoothly shaved vagina, flows in droplets on the inner side of Dasha's thigh, stains my leg. Blind animal lust swept over me. The member becomes numb, there is no sensitivity left in it, only the itchy tickling pleasure builds up at the end, absorbs the whole stick. Four penetrations per second, five. I do not know how to move my hips so often. Dasha is a hole, addition to hands during a handjob. The sound is as if the wheel is spinning and something elastic rubber rhythmically rumbles, splashing on the asphalt - this is my pubis pounding on Dasha's rubber backside. I fucked her like a road builder. She is the owner of magnificent forms, who did not want to put up with natural build. Her magnificent elastic figure is covered with muscles under the delicate velvet skin. She is a cat, flexible and strong. Only now she is a hole in which I finish. Condom poured another meager dose of cream.

Fifth time a day, but not yet evening.

***

Dasha can barely stand on her feet, leaving my cozy apartment. She laughs shyly, rubbing her hips from the inside, straightening her jeans on her bottom. We both need to rest, energize for new experiments.

- Will you call me? - her voice is saturated with love, like a sweet cake.

I find her lips.

- Of course.

“I still can’t believe that we did it,” she passionately wraps her arms around me, kisses me, and again rubs my crotch on my knee. It comes off for a second, looks intently into the eyes: - You won't leave me, will you?

I smile back, pressing my index finger on her snout, shaking my head.

If she knew ...