You're on the phone again! I understand that this is your job. But endless calls are taking you from me. Recently, you have been answering some calls only after leaving the room so that I will not hear. Several times you broke off somewhere in the evening, and came in the morning, saying that he was leaving on business. Once came only in the afternoon the next day. And the limit of my patience was when you were going to leave again on business, saying for two weeks, and spent the night before the plane not with me, but with the telephone in another room.

I understood that you have another woman. Jealousy and anger overwhelmed me. I rushed about the apartment like an angry tigress. And even the cigarettes did not give comfort. I decided to revenge you. I will change and it will be easier for me. I have two weeks. Without wasting any more time, I went to a dating site. Those who wanted were more than enough. But I wanted it to be worthy, so that at least I liked it. It is impossible to replace you. Finally I found. It was a man aged, handsome, calm and friendly. For me it was important that he was married, which means it is sex without commitment.

For several days we corresponded, getting used to each other, getting to know better. His correspondence was teeming with gentle and affectionate words. Everything went to the fact that we meet. I went to bed with the decision tomorrow to write to him that I agreed to the meeting. It was five days before your arrival.

The night I slept restlessly, excited by the impending date talk. I got up early. She took a shower and lay down again. And quietly fell asleep. When I opened my eyes, the sun was high and breaking through the curtains. I threw a robe over my naked body and crawled into the kitchen for coffee. But in the doorway she stood rooted to the spot. Glittering slightly wet back after a shower, in jeans alone, you sat back to me and again was fascinated by something in the phone. Again, anger fell on me! I tiptoed behind me and looked over my shoulder. The blood drained from my face: you read my correspondence. I snatched the phone out of your hands and, like a cat, jumped toward the door. You have risen. It was scary to look at your face.

- What's this? - calmly, but you asked ominously

“Nothing, this is a lover,” I answered defiantly, but looking into your eyes lowered the tone, “can you?” What am I? Redhead ?, - I was already babbling, retreating into the corridor.

You slowly, unbuckled the belt and stepped in my direction. I screamed and rushed into the room. With trembling hands, she managed to close it on the latch. Blow ... a shaky door flew off its hinges and fell in front of you. Also, slowly, you stepped over it and moved in my direction. I rushed about, climbed over the bed, sliding it out of fear and stood there, holding the robe on my chest.

You stopped in the middle of the room, looked back. He put a chair and sat on it, tapping the belt on the palm of his hand, said: "Crawl to me, bitch!"

- What more!

- Do you understand what you are doing now?

- And who allowed you to read my phone?

You sighed heavily, as if what you did next was inevitable, but necessary, and you rose, holding the belt in your hands. I screamed and threw the phone at you. You just gave a little shoulder, dodging him. The phone got into a cant and scattered in different directions with spare parts. I like a predatory cat, closely watching your movements. A crazy thought that I can still slip away pushed me forward. I flew over the bed and rushed to the door. The wave of your hand, and the robe, flying apart with a crash, fell to the floor in tatters, giving me the odds for two seconds.

Wrench ... iron trap gripped the wrist. I did not have time to scream as I was on the bed face down. A slight whistle and a belt strike burned the buttock. Mat broke from my lips. For which immediately shook frequent blows. I tried to crawl away, but you leaned over your body and sat on my feet, making it impossible to move. You beat shortly, but hard, ruthlessly, forcing you to scream in pain after each blow.Without noticing, I crushed the sheets in my hands, wriggling and trying to break free. A breather ... your voice: "Well ... so his name is that?"

“It's not your business !!!” - the whistling of the belt ... a strong blow with a delay. "Mishaaaaaaaaaaaa ..." "Where did you meet?" "Everywhere!" - again the whistle of the belt and again the blow. The blows fell one after the other. I tried to endure the pain, but it was beyond my strength. “Nowhere !!!” - the belt flies to the side. Creepy palm strike. Buttocks burned, pain twisted, I wanted to curl up. Flashed in my head: "Now I can not sit a week."

Suddenly you got off me ... jerk ... turned onto your back and sat back down on your feet. The cool sheet has cooled the ass burning from blows. “Where did you meet?” “Nowhere!” - the slap burned his face. Now the slaps were not allowed to think, my face was burning, I cringed at every blow, but I was silent as partisans ... I resisted as I could in this situation: I waved my hands, not letting them hit, squealed, fighting off, lifting my hips, trying to throw you off. But the slaps continued to fall one after another. I angrily shook my head, trying to hide from the blows. You moved slightly forward and pressed your knees to your hands, almost on the face, completely depriving me of movement. “Where did you meet?” “We have not met,” I whispered through my teeth. “Don't lie to me!” - a blow to the chest, not strong, but painful.

The nipple ached. The fear of a new blow made me say: “We wanted today!” “Oh, you wanted ... well, what ... I will please you! To no longer want! ”You unbuttoned your jeans, and took out a half-standing member. The head was right in front of the lips. I defiantly turned my head. “In how?” You were surprised. Taking his chin, turned his head and pressed his fingers to the jaw. From pain, I opened my mouth, and the head gently went inside, I angrily looked at you. Lash ... slap. I ran my tongue over my head, I sucked a little, feeling with melancholy how quickly my penis was growing and getting stronger. You started to move ... but suddenly you stopped. Tears, busily removed his jeans with shorts and turned me around, head to me. I tried to resist again, resting my hands, not letting me get close to myself, but two blows to my chest somehow made me lose faith in continuing this.

And you parted your lips with a wet, dense head, bright pink from excitement and drove into the hot depth. The member entered almost completely, pushing the throat muscles, not allowing breathing. You fucked hard, powerfully, with a smack pulling out and pushing at the very eggs. I tried to slow down with my hands, and then the slaps stopped me, every blow on the face, then on the chest became harder and harder. Tears poured from my eyes, saliva rolled from the corners of my lips, I gasped. And when it seemed I was going to disconnect, you took it out ... a convulsive sigh. But there is no time to take a break ... before the lips a pink tender anus "Lick, bitch!" I dutifully licked, feeling like, in spite of everything, I was starting to wind up. And again, hard fuck, before he was slaughtered, before choking, eggs on his face, I take turns into my mouth, lick my tongue, frantically swallowing the air, crushing the sheets with my hands.

And you flow ... like a bitch, already dreaming about a member inside. Saliva drips from the lips. And you fuck like a man obsessed, tearing his throat, not giving a breath. I understand that I can no longer: my facial muscles hurt, my throat aches. I try to help myself, I hardly swallow, I pinch the penis with my throat muscles, and you roar shortly, cum in my throat, pour it in jolts, without reaching it until the last drop has been pinched by me. But you do not stop at this, forcing again to lick the crotch, tender anus and caress the eggs. Already without protests, I wearily continue these caresses, feeling as he rises and again prepares for battle.

And once again turn, now I am in front of you on my back, looking frightened, breathing heavily. You spread my legs and bend at my knees. Fingers penetrated deep into the cave, as if checking its condition. I groaned, involuntarily leaning back and closing my eyes. But you do not stop, and continue to expand it, adding fingers. With a little pain, four fingers are already entering. I fidget, but dare not interrupt it. You continue to move the hand to move. Unable to withstand the growing pain, I grab your hand.A strapy slap in the face brings me back to my place.

“Well, tell me, how was it with you?” “I was not with him !!! Look in the phone! We were just going! ”- I'm on the verge of hysteria. "Yes? - the brush is already completely there, driving you crazy, teasing with fullness, wild desire and not less severe pain - But how am I going to read? You broke the phone! ”The hand moves on, and I howled in pain:“ Rusya !!! I was not with him !!! ”I rushed from pain and desire, but did not dare to stop it by grabbing your hand. Occasionally, a hand shot up, ready to grab yours, but the fear of a new blow and pain stopped me. Finally you pulled out your hand and held it out to me. I understood what to do and, looking into your eyes, lifting myself up, licked, sucking each finger

And you again hung over me. Leaning his hands on his legs, not letting them down. The member slowly, slowly, plunged into the fold. I groaned, You brought it in until the end, and then also slowly pulled it out. Wet slippery head pressed against the anus ... I involuntarily shrank. The blow to the pope was very painful and, exhaling the air, I tried to relax. You pushed the head slowly, gradually sinking, pushing the gentle walls. I was breathing hard from the pain, trying to ease the passage of the big head, relaxing the anus, whispering involuntarily "rather ... rather." The head passed, and I sighed with relief.

You continued to immerse the member, filling me inside, tightly passing along the walls. Pleasure filled me. I waited, I could not move myself, but you were in no hurry. You teased me. No, I did not tease! You kept on punishing. And then I fucked again ... Hard, cruel, hard, hammering myself in to the very eggs, not sparing me, warmed up with anger and resentment. The pain is closely entwined with pleasure, then forcing teeth to grit, then suddenly almost turning off consciousness. I do not know how long it lasted, I was lost in space.

I stayed, and your penis, filled everything inside, pecking, beating, hitting painfully, shouting. And you watched my face, feeling how a leg tremble from the strain, how a tear flows down the edge of my eye, how I bite my lip from pain, but keep quiet, accepting deserved punishment. Taking pity, having dipped fingers in a bosom, slightly you clamp a clitoris. I scream from the wave of pleasure that covered the body. And you slowly move your fingers, rubbing it between them, which is why I wriggle again, involuntarily squatting myself with an emaciated hole myself, and can no longer understand what more: pleasure or pain. I am overwhelmed more and more often, and your fingers inexorably bring the peak. I shrink in anticipation, but you explode, filling me, and quickly exit, dropping drops on the sheet, losing interest in me at once

I literally howled in disappointment. You looked at me in surprise, as if you saw it for the first time, as if you were not with me before. He grabbed the hair at the back of his head, pushing him forward, stuffed him into the bathroom. He forced to climb into the snow-white bath. “It's cold,” I whispered. "It will be warm now," you grinned. Hot jet hit me. You aimed at the face, chest, between my legs. And then, calmly washed out, wrapped in a towel, came out of the bath, throwing me over my shoulder: “I'm waiting in the room for half an hour!”

I barely washed the body that was everywhere everywhere, afraid to even look at the ass in the mirror. Well ... she deserved it. And ... no matter what, I wanted you and loved you. I cautiously left the bath and went into the room. You slept sprawled on the bed. Shyly sitting next to me, I carefully lay down, curled up, pressed my back to you. Suddenly you hugged me, a heavy hand lay on the waist, pressing me to him. I startled. But you hopefully whispered in your ear: "Tomorrow ...".