“Honestly, we never had tastes with him,” the gaiety and bursting with the girl. Inside, it seemed as if a bored imp had woken up, exhausted by everything new and interesting.

The young man slightly curled his lips in a smile.

- New car is also not in your taste?

- No, why ... The car is very beautiful. Although I would prefer red.

- Red color looks vulgar and defiant. White - more aristocratic. Maybe still worth more trust father?

- Decided to read me moralizing? - a little offended Luda.

- To admit, teaching other people's daughters to the mind is not part of my plans. Moreover, it even contradicts them.

- Why?

- It is easier to deal with fools.

- Are you always looking for easy ways?

- Of course. I am not a hero. I'm a businessman.

He looked at her with his incredibly blue eyes, and the tongues of some kind of demonic flame sparkled in them, ready to incinerate everything that could not protect itself. It cannot be said that he was in her taste, but it was impossible to deny his attractiveness. His thin skinned features looked coarse, his eyes were hard, his hair was hot black, and there was stubble on his cheeks, which most likely grew back so quickly that in the evening you could shave again. However, the stubble went to him, as did the small neat tanks. Thick, well-groomed hair was combed back, on the back of his head, they covered his neck with large, hard locks. For some reason, her eyes all the time attracted his lips - his thin lip slightly touched his thin scar, but he did not spoil her seductive outlines. Tall, broad-shouldered, tightly built, the young man looked in a classic suit as if he was holding down his movements. So costumes usually sit on men with highly developed muscles, which would be much more suitable for jeans and soft sports knitwear, emphasizing the relief outlines of the body.

- Well ..., - Luda took herself in hand, - A practical approach to life ... although it does not cause much sympathy.

- Why do you need someone's sympathy, if you can get complete obedience?

- Why do you need submission, if there is sympathy? - Luda forced herself to smile radiantly again, defiantly meeting his impenetrable look. She even had her stomach twisted with excitement, as if she was racing at a furious speed on a roller coaster.

- Then that sympathy is superficial in its essence, and submission implies complete dependence.

Luda swallowed. It seems that the man was looking at her with unflappable interest, as if trying to taste. This sensation made her mouth dry. A waiter passed by with a tray laden with glasses of champagne. He slowed down and Luda’s new acquaintance took two glasses from the tray.

- The age of majority is a special holiday. From today you can do anything you wish, ”he said, handing her a glass with a mysterious smile on her lips. - What would you like to try?

“I don’t even know ...,” Luda’s voice slightly broke. “I don’t remember to ever prohibit anything.”

- It is assumed that a well-educated girl from a decent family and does not dream of anything vicious and forbidden. So?

Luda shrugged. From the proximity of this man, from his hoarse low voice and his hints she was scared and sweet at the same time. She felt that he was looking at her and felt how he was looking, but she no longer dared raise her eyes.

- For new bold dreams and desires, - he rang his glass on her glass and drank the contents to the bottom. Luda just took a sip of champagne and completely embarrassed.

Fortunately, they were called to the dessert, and the awkward moment was interrupted by itself. Only now the peace of the girl was now disturbed.When she blew out the golden candles on a huge airy cloud like a cake, she felt Alexander's gaze on her, and to the heat coming from the candles, burns from her own blush were added. During the rest of the holiday, she tracked down in a crowd of guests of her father’s mysterious “friend”, struggling to convince herself that he was not at all interested in her. He stayed at ease, talked about something with the guests, but especially with her father, and if he was alone, he also felt quite comfortable, and he looked painfully and harmoniously, as if he himself felt like the owner of this garden, this house, these people ...

When it got dark and the lights were lit, there was only one saxophonist on the improvised stage, and the guests wandered around the night garden in search of private places for private conversations in narrow circles. She was already tired of talking with her friends and laughter. Her excitement and evening coolness shook her slightly. Luda went into an empty house and only then felt that she was completely exhausted. She had not seen the mysterious Alexander for a long time. Perhaps he left, and she was a little tormented by the insult that he had disappeared without saying goodbye.

In the kitchen, she showered herself in a cup of instant coffee right over the edge of the can, added a spoonful of sugar and poured it all with boiling water. The aroma was pleasant and invigorating, but I really didn’t want to drink or eat after today's feast.

- Invented, what do you want? - suddenly came a deep voice behind him.

Luda started and turned sharply. Alexander was standing just a stone’s throw away from her - she had not heard him approach. There was no jacket on it, the tie was loosened, the collar of the shirt was unbuttoned, and the sleeves were rolled up just above the elbows. Her light gray trousers sat on her narrow hips, her shoulders seemed incredibly powerful, and her eyes followed her every movement.

“You scared me,” she breathed, barely audible, and the thought of a kiss surfaced with obscene evidence. Nothing special, but for some reason even this desire seemed to be vicious. However, why not? A kiss with a nice stranger guy on your birthday is perhaps a pleasure. The inner imp again made her blood boil, which immediately rushed to her cheeks. “I want you to kiss me,” she blurted out, smiling softly with her most charming smile and playfully slamming her long eyelashes.

“Who would doubt,” he smiled rudely, immediately approaching and deftly grabbing her around the waist. He squeezed it, perhaps, too tightly. It was a little painful and it became hard to breathe, but still very nice - the feeling of his strength was wildly exciting. He himself looked a bit wildly, as if under the guise of a sleek, elegant man a primitive beast actually hid. Their faces were so close that they literally breathed each other, but the man was in no hurry to kiss the trapped girl. His hand lifted the short skirt of a beautiful woman from behind and, shifting her panties down, began unceremoniously to caress the delicate skin of her round elastic buttocks, until she finally penetrated between them, at the same time firmly attracting her hips to herself. His hard cock rested against her stomach, the elastic muscles of his chest tightened under her fingers - neither to inhale, not to exhale, nor to break out ... He would still take what he wanted. He was rough and excessively choppy, and when his fingers clenched and pulled her panties from behind, causing them to crash into her burning crotch, Luda was suddenly frightened. All this seemed to her too hasty and frank. And yet she suddenly realized her complete helplessness in front of him - even here and now, in her own house, he could do anything with her. She has never been with her before.

“Please don't do this ...,” she murmured into his lips, trying to free herself.

- How exactly? - He smiled, moving tightly stretched narrow strip of fabric right on her crazy clitoris and stroking his anus with his finger. In Luda, everything already swam before her eyes from bliss, and she began to helplessly catch her mouth instead of responding.His mouth suddenly covered her limp lips, sank to the pain and, sucking sweetly, began to exhaust her with elastic, rhythmic movements of the tongue. It all seemed like some kind of delusion - they met ... Read more →