A cup of coffee stands still, the book is nearby, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter are located nearby. I sat down in a chair, took a sip of hot coffee, opened the book, and just reached for a cigarette, as the doorbell sounded. A bad foreboding rose in the soul, but by an effort of will I shoved him deeper and lit it. An annoying ringing again and again carried around the apartment. I exhaled nervously and standing up, I walked around to open the door.

As expected, sister. Next to her, an incomprehensible creature, dressed in a bright pink T-shirt, black pants and a couple of pounds of excess weight, was scrubbed. Black bangs covered half of the face, leaving only protruding lips and chin, on which a little hair was sticking out. Thinking that this hairstyle is surprisingly not suitable for her, I closed the door.

- Moron, quickly open! - Immediately came the indignant voice of her sister.

“Nope, your friend will eat me if I let her into the house,” I said, and turned to return to my little joys.

“Kir, if you don’t open it, I will tell Mom about your tattoos,” the sister’s voice came from behind the door.

With a hiss of rage, I flung open the door and barked:

- Come on in, just don't touch me!

Small stuff, how did she get with her blackmail. Our mother was quite religious and would have given me a brain after learning about tattoos. Although I already earned myself, but this old beast can spoil blood. Lit a new cigarette, I went out to the balcony, to calm my nerves with a look of gray high-rises. Behind, in the kitchen, there was a noise, the sister and her friend settled down at the table and began to discuss something, sometimes laughing loudly. Having finished smoking, I slowly, steadily walked out, calmly took the cookies from the table and went to my room. I no longer wanted to read, and I sat down at the computer. I flipped through the tape, checked the mail and felt very sick. I stretched, flexing my muscles, and took a lying position. While the push-ups, the door to the room opened and my sister entered.

“Cyrus, I have something to do with you,” she began without prefaces.

“Not interested,” I said, continuing the push-ups.

“I stop blackmailing you with tattoos and I will not take friends to your apartment,” my sister said.

I finished the approach and stood up, my sister looked expectantly at me.

- What to do? - I asked.
“Well, you have to go on a date with Death,” she said.
“Obviously, you want me to commit suicide and you got your grandmother’s apartment,” I replied maliciously, and began to sink to make a new approach.

- Stop, - the sister grabbed me by the shoulder, - Death is the friend with whom I came, she liked you a lot.
The proposal was certainly disgusting, but I reluctantly agreed.

“Great, great,” my sister jumped around me. - means tomorrow at four.

I stood there, soaked in the water dust that came instead of normal rain and was angry. This damn scum is already three minutes late. I looked at my watch and decided that I would wait another two minutes and leave.

“Hello, Cyrus,” came a voice from behind.

I turned, barely restrained the keen doing to turn around and said hello:
- Hi, Death.
She blushed, apparently realized the absurdity of the situation and mumbled.
- My name is Larisa.
“Well, let's go Larisa,” I said, and held out my hand to her.

We walked for a long time, she told unfamiliar stories, I sluggishly made a joke and thought why I agreed to this.
- I have no parents at home, can we go to me? - the question suddenly sounded.
Damn sister, for sure, they thought it through from the very beginning. I doubted for a few seconds, but there was no way out, my sister would terminate the contract if not to sleep with Larisa.

- Go. - I responded forcibly.

The apartment looked quite ordinary. Wallpaper floral, rugs and the smell of cats. I grimaced, at the cat I was allergic.
- Come into the kitchen, I'm still in the bathroom. - Larissa hastily said and disappeared behind the door.
I sat in the kitchen and ate cookies, washed down with hot tea. After a long walk through the dank streets, nothing could be better.
The sound of flowing water stopped and after a few minutes Larisa came out. I choked on cookies, she was completely naked. By the way, the figure is not so bad. The breast was quite large, with protruding nipples surrounded by large halos. There was a slight crease on her tummy, but she even looked cute. My gaze slid lower. Black curls grew from above, leaving the vagina almost naked. Her vagina was slightly open and gleaming wet. I noticed how a small part of the lubricant flowed out, leaving a wet mark on the thigh. It seems that after a shower, she did not waste time. Larisa came up to me, her large breasts swayed slightly in time with the steps. She sat on my lap and suddenly dug into the lips. I put it mildly from such pressure and opened my mouth, responding to a kiss. Her tongue penetrated inside and began to examine the mouth. She obviously knew how to kiss, but the guy is still me. I pushed her tongue a little and clutching my lips began to suck. Larisa started and went limp, hugging me with soft breasts. Continuing to caress my tongue, I laid my hands on her ass. She was amazingly soft and pleasant to the touch. I began to crumple and squeeze the elastic buttocks in my hands. Larisa, freeing her tongue, protruded moaning. Looks like she really liked when playing with her ass.
“Stop, stop,” she murmured, and removing her hands from her ass, began to unbutton my pants. A member jumped out and Larisa quickly wrapped her arm around him. She got off me, not letting go of her penis, and kneeling, licked her head. Looking at me mischievously, she held her tongue from the base to the urethra. Repeating this several times, she wrapped her lips around her head and lowered her head down. In her mouth was very nice, the head then slid on the substituted tongue, then it appeared between tightly compressed lips.
Suddenly, she began to sink even lower, almost stringing her head on the penis. I felt the head entering its throat and tightly compressed by the walls of the larynx. The member entered the larynx with a bubbling sound and more and more saliva flowed down my trunk.
- I'll finish now - gasping, I said.
Larissa heard this, throat even deeper, and almost touched the base of her penis with her lips. From this view, I began to lower her throat. After the first portion of sperm, she coughed and sharply threw up her head. A member with a squishing sound came out of his throat and continued to shoot sperm in her face. The seed flowed from the mouth, still lustfully open. She wrapped her tongue around her lips, trying to collect all the sperm.
“I want you inside,” Larisa said and turned backwards. Even more grease leaked from her pussy and the entire inner side of her thighs gleamed wetly. I knelt down and stretched my head over the vagina, trying to collect as much of the discharge as possible.
“Not there, I'm still a virgin,” said Larissa. She strongly arched and leaning her breast on the floor, stretched her buttocks with her hands. A small ring of the anus opened up, it bulged slightly, forming a tight, prominent bezel. I gently pressed it with my finger and unexpectedly easily penetrated inside. Larisa groaned and bent even more. It is clear, it seems someone likes to play with the back hole. I put the head to the entrance and gently pressed. The member began to slowly enter the anus. Entering almost half, I unexpectedly began to finish again. The dick pulsed as it splashed hot streams of sperm into her rectum. Larissa, feeling this, trembled and protractedly groaned.

Despite the fact that I had just finished, the member remained surprisingly hard. I shoved my hips sharply, entering to the very bottom. In response to my movements, sperm began to leak from the anus, flowing down and mixing with the lubricant from the vagina. After minutes, a member with enviable speed, entered the anal Larissa. She began podmahivat my movements, trying to strung as deep as possible.The lumpy walls of her rectum nicely slid around my penis and entered as much as possible ...