sat on a chair across from Vlad.

“Hello, newcomer,” she said with a broad smile in her lovely voice.

- Hello, - Vlad nodded in response. - So noticeable?

- What are you new? - laughed magichka. - Yes. You have not even managed to get normal clothes. Not to mention the armor and other utensils.

- Yeah, - not knowing what can be said here, Vlad grunted.

“I’m Wayne,” the girl said, pulling a gloved handle across the table. The guy just noticed that right in the center of the back of the hand in the fabric somehow built a small, perfectly cut sapphire.

However, not daring to show his surprise, Vlad still pressed his lips to the fingers of the girl, noting that she called the name clearly invented.

In the eyes of the Magessa, a small light of mischief immediately came on, for a moment causing Vlad to be taken aback.

- let's get banged? - without any shame the girl suggested.

- Um? - From the surprise of the guy already eyes from the orbits climbed. - What?

- Let's have sex! - with a broad smile, re-suggested Wayne, not at all embarrassed by the other visitors of the tavern.

- Nothing that we just met? - blurted out the first thing that occurred to Vlad, still trying to pick up his jaw hanging to the floor and set it in place. - And why such a proposal?

“Well ...” Wayne thought for a moment. “You are clearly a warrior, and they are famous for their strength and endurance,” Magick licked her lips seductively.

For some time, the guy simply fell silent, looking into the eyes of his interlocutor, trying to understand what was happening. Or see at least a hint that all this is some kind of joke.

“Almost caught,” Vlad finally declared, grinning slightly. - Cool joke.

The girl, slightly disappointed, pouted her lips and stood up from the chair, launched her hands under the hem of her dress. Vlad looked and didn’t really believe his eyes, who quite unequivocally stated that the young lady had just pulled off her panties for all honest people.

Wayna put her foot to the side, effectively put the handle folded in the cam to her waist and turned her pale blue panties in the air right in front of the guy's nose.

- Still think it's a joke? - the girl half sat on the edge of the table, throwing a silk piece of fabric right in front of Vlad.

The guy in response only shook his head, instantly realizing that the rally here and does not smell. The girl really flowed and hung on Vlad very energetically, firmly intending to get hers!

- But not right there? - the guy mumbled, squinting at other visitors of the tavern.

By the way, there were three of them here. Two sat at a table near the entrance, while the latter took a position at the next table and chewed his breakfast thoughtfully. This is not to mention the innkeeper, who occupied the position behind his, so to speak, “bar” counter near the opposite wall.

- Are you talking about these? - the girl, without even looking back at the hall, jabbed a finger over her shoulder. - Do not pay attention to them. Well this is non-writing.

Nepisi Vlad said this word a lot, while an outsider would most likely turn pink after thinking something indecent.

Nothing indecent and even defiant this word was not. In MMO jargon, this simply meant that all these people in the tavern were simply computer dummies. Ordinary mannequins, pretending that they are here for some reason needed.

Despite the desire to experiment a bit and see how complicated the program was in them (or, to put it simply, to hurt one of the local residents with stupid questions and see what happens), Vlad's attention almost instantly switched back to the girl.

Apparently tired of waiting for Wayne decided to go on a more decisive offensive, although the guy had little idea that such a thing was possible.This girl, and so behaved so provocatively that even the experienced Vlad, who passed through a bunch of student booze and saw, it would seem, almost all the steps of female debauchery, the jaw still could not stand in place.

Magessa shifted a little closer to Vlad and threw one leg on the tabletop. The short dress instantly slid a little higher, revealing the guy's neat female slit. Sexual lips slightly diverged to the sides and exuded a pleasant, subtle aroma.

It was hard to refuse such an offer. As soon as she saw the desire in the sight of her victim, the girl leaned back, resting her elbows on the tabletop and spread her legs wide, lifting them up into the air without any difficulty, instantly causing Vlad to a sharp rise in his male libido.

The guy did not hesitate. After taking a short sip of ale (so that his throat didn’t go dry), Vlad jumped to his feet (knocking over a chair with a crash) and hastily untied the ribbon on his pants. All visitors to the tavern glanced at the sound of the fallen chair, forcing the guy to think about propriety and stop, but the people immediately returned to their business, barely honoring the couple with a cursory glance.

Such behavior finally convinced Vlad that his eyes were cheating. That there, where people sit, no one there. Computer dummy. Drawn figures, no more.

Pants fell down, sailing coward immediately followed them.

The girl squinted down and, as soon as she saw the dick aimed at her, immediately licked her lips in anticipation. The handle of Veyna was instantly between her legs, running one of the fingers inside her womb. And, apparently making sure that the case, so to speak, on the ointment, grabbed Vlad by his instrument and pulled over.

The guy entered her pussy in one smooth motion, snatching a prolonged passionate moan from her throat.

“Oh yes ...” she languidly stretched out, throwing her head back and completely laying her back on the table.

The girl's head immediately hung down, allowing Vlad to admire her chiseled neck to the fullest extent, while his trunk trembled inside the moist womb, demanding more decisive action.

But the guy was waiting.

Wayne could not stand the sweet torture. The hand of the little girl reached down, felt the point of pleasure just above the entrance to its cave, and began to gently pull at it.

And it was here that Vlad broke.

Without any warning, he instantly took off the bat, starting to ram a pliable womb in a frantic rhythm. His dick appeared and disappeared inside with a wild frequency, knocking loud slaps of hips on the ass of a lustful girl.

Veina screamed with passion and, judging by her rambling babble, she almost immediately finished.

The jump from this, however, has only become more passionate.

Fifteen seconds had not passed before the girl clutched at the tabletop and began to wiggle the pelvis very cleverly, giving Vlad a very wild pleasure. The girl looked at her lover through fluffy eyelashes, rolling her eyes up and down with pleasure and moaning in her voice.

Despite the passion that swept over the guy, Vlad was embarrassed by the glances aimed at him. The locals, although they did not show much interest, still occasionally turned their heads in the direction of a fucking couple. And in their eyes readable interest.

However, the matter was limited to this. No one said a single word. Did not give advice, did not approach, to consider the "process" closer. He did not pull his gun and did not ask to participate.

And in a few minutes, Vlad somehow got used to it. Humbled, or what? Something clicked in his brain, and the glances aimed at him simply stopped him from worrying.

Instead, the guy focused entirely on how to give the girl a little pleasure, and not forget about yourself.

Vlad slowly slowed down and began to enter Vane with much wider movements, continually taking out his cock almost completely, before plunging him back into the damp hole to its very foundation.The guy now and then gently twisted his hips to all the time to go from different angles, for which he was rewarded with the frequent moans of his mistress.

Wayne was poured like crazy. Long and loud moans flowed from her mouth in a torrent, occasionally interspersed with short fragments of phrases. Vlad as he could listen to them and occasionally managed to make out something in the spirit of "oh yeah", "like this" and "a little more!"

And so, slowly, he led the girl to a second orgasm. This time it was much more visible. Vane shivered slightly, her body was arched, and the girls' hips began to live their own life, sitting down on the head of the remaining member in a completely unpredictable rhythm.

That was the final chord for Vlad. Unable to withstand this pressure, he began to erupt directly into the damp bosom of Wayne. The man’s press was self-exerting, while his cannonball was making its victorious cannonade right into the desired goal.

- Oh yes, baby, like this! The girl screamed, as soon as she felt the hot male seed inside her crack.

And, as soon as Vlad finished his work, slowly sank down, sprawled helplessly on the table. While the guy was still pounding her pussy for half a minute, enjoying the last moments and feeling his trunk slowly fall off.

“It was wonderful,” Vayne smiled, sitting down on a table more comfortably and removing a strand of hair stuck to her sweaty forehead. - The truth is told about you, the wars! Hardy and strong! - the girl bit her sponge as if she were ready to ask: “Well, one more time?”

“Aha,” Vlad nodded, lifting the chair from the floor and taking a seat on it.

Sweat poured from the guy. The shirt stuck to her back, her hands shook slightly from the experienced stress, her chest heaved heavily.

It was a shame to admit, but, according to Vlad, he did not feel anything special. Standard, by his standards, hooked up. No extra "strength" and "endurance." Only that he had been showing curious girls in his bedroom for years.

“Well, it was nice to talk,” Vane handed Vlad a hand and he squeezed her fingers lightly. “Maybe we'll see you again.”

The girl jumped off the table and, picking up her panties, headed for the exit.

“You didn't even ask my name,” Vlad grinned, instantly realizing how some of the girls feel after having sex. - Pomatrosila and ran away.

- And what is your name? - the girl laughed loudly, stopping in the middle of the hall.

“Ruuh,” the guy said.

- Ruh? How is the bird? - Wayne raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, like that,” Vlad nodded. In fact, his virtual pseudonym had little to do with mythical creatures, but now the guy did not have the slightest desire to go into the details of this fruit of his childhood fantasy.

- Cool. Ruch. I'll remember! - the girl smiled broadly, showing her perfect teeth at last, and left the tavern.

“I will remember you too ...” Vlad mumbled with a slight smile and, pulling on his pants and finishing off the remains of his ale, declared: “Exit the world.”

A few seconds passed, after which the world slowly plunged into darkness.

Vlad almost instantly felt a soft surface beneath him. Cozy bed. Habitual and dear.

Through the wide open window immediately flew hum of cars. The nostrils inhaled the aroma and Vlad instantly felt a barely noticeable admixture of exhaust gases, which were unknown as they reached its eighth floor.

“Welcome to the real world, Mr. Volkovenko,” muttered Vlad with a slight smile.

For the first trip to the virtual world of sensations it was with the head. The guy got out of bed and, pulling off a massive CCoRa hoop from his head, put on thick glasses. And, having flitted to the balcony, I fished a cigarette out of the pack.

“So what are you, CVuR,” muttered Vlad, looking down at the stream of cars, but seeing before his eyes only a village surrounded by a forest of unusual trees, and a young lewd magesa in a blue dress. - Sure, we'll be friends!

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Novosibirsk, 2016