Especially for the Nymph

After joining the staff of legal counsel, I increasingly stayed at work after everyone ran into their homes. The team was small, the team was small: a manager, two lawyers, a junior assistant, and a secretary ... I couldn’t call her a secretary. Twenty-five years old, long-legged, tall, dark hair, slim figure, but very attractive. Next to her, I began to feel like a dwarf at her ninety-five meter. In her heels, she reminded me of the Ostankino tower - it is high and breathtaking. I used to secretly glance at her pretty face, admiring her charming smile and imagining how I would put it on the desktop ...

That day I was left alone in the office again, waiting for Mila to pick me up. The bell rang and I saw my baby in the monitor. We have already experienced the first days of romance and have already met more coldly and more calmly, without rushing to the neck of each other.

“Why didn't you call?” I asked when she entered the office.

- Cyril, there is such a vital need ... Where is your toilet? How monthly did not start on time.

I said nothing, but I was internally upset, realizing that today's sex would be inferior. Milka stood waiting for me to turn off the equipment and we will go, but instead I stood leaning against the table and admired, looking at my mistress.

“I want to ...” I whispered hopelessly, feeling the blood boil and begin to accumulate in the lower abdomen.

Silently and without comment, she approached me and pressed herself. Women's hands began to unceremoniously unzip trousers. The small palm dived into my fly and, clutching at her favorite weapon - my “Thor's hammer”, pulled it out into the light. We kissed, but Milka was in no hurry, squeezing the handle in his hands. Having played enough, she sat down to finally amuse me with her oral attention.

Mila held tightly, clasping the barrel with both hands, her mouth gently sat on the hammer handle, and I closed my eyes with pleasure, clinging to the edge of the standing. It was at that moment that the front door opened and Secretary Tanya appeared on the threshold ...

Today she was especially beautiful, because she was going to meet with a new gentleman and from the very morning she involuntarily tempted me with her appearance. Long hair was tied into a ponytail, a short evening dress with gray flowers revealed beautiful long legs. Surprised, Tanya stood nervously picking up a bunch of keys.

- Fuck, Cyril! - She coped with the first surprise. - Are you completely ofanarel? Whores thought of driving here!

Mila did not hear the secretary enter and flinch at her scream. Getting up, she turned around, eyeing the girl appreciatively.

“And you said that there was nobody to fuck you,” Mila said with a philosophical tone in her voice. - Look what a thoroughbred filly. And judging by the eyes of a very hungry, even now unravel and fuck.

Fear flashed in Tanya's eyes. Struck by Milka's words, she stood in a stupor in the same place.

- I don’t think that Anna Stepanovna will like the way you use ...

This was the last thing she had to say in her defense, since I was already there and swooped the girl on her shoulder. Next to the manager's desk was a large leather sofa for visitors. It was to him that I threw off a pleasant burden, screaming and trying to break free.

She resisted very smartly, but not too skillfully. With my left hand I held her hands behind my head, and with my right, I beat off her legs. Flexible and slender, like a willow, she tried to kick her knee. And she could well have it. Turning around, I met my eyes with Milka, who was watching the events with excitement. I made a head movement towards Tanya, as if asking: “Will you help?”. But my bunny shook her head and replied:

- No, you yourself come on.

“Kirill,” whispered Tanya, exhausted. - Do not be stupid, go 131rd.

The sofa was low, I had to stand on one knee. I hung over the face of the girl, so she could not kick my knee to the head.

“Tanya, you are so beautiful that you leave me no choice,” I whispered. “There are no cameras here, and I have my witness.” So stop acting like a mad bitch and enjoy it, you deserve it.

She tried to answer something, but managed to seal her mouth with a kiss. Lips met sluggish resistance, as a full-fledged could not be considered. I firmly held her hair tail with his right hand. Tanya floundered, but the forces were unequal. Letting go of my hair, I pulled my hand down, pulled up my dress, palm felt for lace stockings and panties. For about ten seconds it took him to lower the last barrier down his hips, and my fingers sank in something moist and hot. From astonishment, I stopped, as the secretary’s cave was wet, as if it had fallen under heavy rain. We met eyes, and a strong blush went over her face - Tanya was burning with shame.

She again tried to escape, but just that the train had gone far and forever, hiding behind the bend of passion. Acting with her own hands, like a lever, I turned it over on my stomach and turned it across the sofa, my slender legs sank to the floor. Tanya again fluttered, but received a tasty slap on the ass. This punishment was enough just enough to pull the black-gray dress off her shoulders and run her palm along smooth velvety skin along her bare back. After another attempt to free myself, I grabbed Tanya by the hair and pulled her head to my face. The slender body flexed gracefully, and I was able to bite her earlobe. She smelled of perfume and woman. Without letting go of my hair, I entered her wet chambers, plunging all the way down without feeling even a hint of resistance. Mink was narrow and comfortable. A new attempt to break out completely pissed me off. Obeying the sixth sense, I pulled her hair up and grabbed the withers with my teeth. Tanya cried out in pain, but did not resist.

“You are moving once more - I’m not alive with you alive,” I said, and pushing her to the back of the sofa, set to work.

Who would have thought that in this very tall beauty there would be so much voluptuousness and lust ... Tanya moaned with every movement, I was hammering her like a rock breaker, but she didn’t finish and didn’t finish. Spitting on her pleasure, I concentrated on my feelings and ... I felt like I was starting to pour fox into the mink with hot lava, without even thinking about going out. I did not have time to finish my orgasm, as Tanya covered with reciprocal pleasure. Bright, violent, passionate ...

We froze, afraid to move. The girl cautiously pressed herself against me, having bent her flexible back, threw her arm around the neck and turned her head as far as was possible. Tears glittered in her eyes, her mouth was invitingly open and we kissed. Fearing to get out of it, I pressed against her even more, put my hand on my chest and felt that I was beginning to get excited again.

Then I felt the touch of Mila's hands, she unbuttoned the buttons on his shirt and helped her to remove. With a sense of annoyance, I walked out of the secretary’s mink to take off my pants, soiled with her grease.

Tanya got up from her knees and tried to leave, pushing me out of the way, but with her weight it was problematic.

“I haven't finished yet,” I said and pushed her back onto the sofa.

She again tried to rebel, but I just caught her hands, turned around the sofa and sat down on top, so that after a moment, in a businesslike manner, she would break into already inhabited places. Tanya breathed more often and with each of my movements became more and more inflamed, moans alternated with sighs. Due to the difference in height, I could easily reach her chest with my lips, caressing in turn swollen nipples. I tried to listen to her, but it was all useless - I couldn’t bring her to orgasm again. I didn’t want to do nothing for myself, it was something wrong with that.

The secretary's groans began to subside, I got worried and stopped. The situation was saved by experienced Milka.

“The bad bitch decided to make a frigid protest,” she whispered in my ear. - Punish her as it should. Come in, where is it worse ...

I went out to turn the girl over on my stomach, slide my chest on the soft armrest and press her back into the sofa. Presenting some kind of trick, she twitched, but a strong slap on the ass made Tanya stand still until I pressed the hammer handle to her rear hole. A well-oiled head, with some effort, entered the already undressed, but still inexperienced young ass. Tanya groaned loudly, while leaning her ass to meet my movements. With every thrust, she screamed loudly.

Milka sat at the head of the bed, firmly grabbed Tanya by the hair with one hand, covered her mouth with the other and whispered something in her ear. Stunned by shouts, I did not hear her words, but literally through a dozen of my movements a girl was pierced with a sharp orgasm. Even my weight and strength were hard enough not to fly off the couch, so vigorously she was experiencing surging feelings. It took me a few more shocks to stop all this completely.

I silently got up and moved to the toilet, leaving them alone. When I returned, the girls were sitting on the couch. Mila wiped the smeared mascara, a smiling Tanya, whose eyes shone with joy.

“Kirill, there’s such a thing,” Mila began. - We violated Tanya's plans for the evening. She had a date scheduled. We'll have to take her with us to the club, look for her new young man.

Milka winked slyly, and we began to gather.