.. you are thin, but strong, in the juice. With such a stunning chest ... and your voice is thick, sensual ... But you are young. Sometimes you are almost a child. I think you are from twenty-three to twenty-eight ... Twenty-five! I guess?

- Um ... Let's assume that yes. And will you keep my hand on your boobs all the time?

- Do you like it?

- Not sure. It lies to itself, as on a feather bed ... Heavy, by the way!

- Do you have the same big nipples? - Gladkov decided.

- Um ...

- Big and pink, yes? So that many, many milk babies were, right? - He whispered, massaging his magnificent chest. Christie gasped and pulled away, but there was a corner of the elevator at the back, into which Gladkov drove her and resumed caresses - with two hands.

Sparks sparkled in the elevator and fireworks exploded.

“How sensual you are, Christie,” he said aloud, tightening the hem of the fabric with her elastic balls. - Aaaa, aaa ... - the two of them sang when he found her bare nipples and took hold of them with both hands at once. - Aaaa ... - Gladkov howled for horror and for lust. - Do you like? Like, my girl?

He bent, took a hot nipple in his mouth, butting him, and began to suck, smacking like a baby. Christie moaned thick bass.

- Like? He muttered, torturing her breasts. She did not answer, wriggling under his caresses.

"How do we do it here?" - thought Gladkov. - “She will surely scold on the dirty floor ... Really standing like cowboys in porn?”

He felt Kristinina hips, sharply diverging to the sides, like Indian shakti.

- Wow, what ... Yes, you have the perfect figure! 90-60-90?

“Sixty - yes,” said Christie hoarsely. - Fifty-nine ... The rest is more ...

“That's awesome,” said Gladkov sincerely, unbuttoning her jeans.

- Maybe we should not? - suddenly asked Christie. Complaining like a girl.

“But you want, you want! ...” Gladkov grabbed her chest, wrapped his arm around his waist, massaging his tight hot body with force ... - And I want. I really, really, really want ... Cristi, my girl, don't be afraid. Don't be afraid, my curly hair, everything will be fine ... everything will be very, very good ... - he muttered, pulling the rags off her wonderful thighs and lowering them deep, deep down, below her knees. - Well, here we are naked, well, here, - he frantically buzzed, smoothing his hands all Christi from top to bottom, in all places at the same time. A shirt was hanging on her belly. - Let's take T-shirt, eh? Come on It interferes ... What? What, what, my girl?

“Oh ... ooh ... oooh ... Ooohouuueeeeee! ...," Christina blurted suddenly, squirming in the dark. - Uh! Uh Uh

Her hand shook between her legs - Gladkov felt her vibration. Without thinking twice, he thrust his own there, dipping it into hot glue.

- My ... girls ... cum ... sensual ... such ... - scraps of words flew out of it, charred from overheating. Christie roared and beat her hips with air, Gladkov’s hand desperately squished her crotch, the other grabbed her breasts at both nipples at once; the elevator was shaking, and it seemed that some giant was shaking him like a matchbox.

Christie finished long and heartbreaking - Gladkov even tired of vibrating in her pussy, squishing on his clothes.

Then she crawled down like a jelly, and he barely managed to catch her.

“Oooooooooooh,” they both breathed, though Gladkov had not finished, and his eggs ached as if they had been squeezed by ticks.

- Well, well, well ... - he said. - You're so sensual ...

“I heard it somewhere,” Christie said in a thick bass.

- But you finished it yourself, I didn’t even ...

- Want to continue? - asked Christie.

- Eeee ... actually, yes.Very, - turned cold Gladkov.

- Can I give you ... blowjob?

It was clear that she first uttered this forbidden word.

- Yeah-hh! He shouted, frantically unbuttoning his trousers.

It was the shortest blowjob in the world: he just stuck himself in a wet vacuum, wrapped himself in his slippery, instantly melted in her, spasming to the bones, smacking his hips a couple of times - and burst, spraying a sweet fire at Christy, who choked on his end and coughed, dropping spittle Gladkov on eggs ...

“I didn't even have time to get ready,” she complained. - You are so fast ...

“Just ... you ... strongly ... excited me ..." Gladkov's voice told her from somewhere in the depths devastated by her mouth.

They were silent.

Christie was coughing somewhere downstairs. Gladkov slid there, to her, and put an arm around his shoulders.

- Can? - he asked.

- Yeah ...

They were silent again. They were delicious and warm, and their bodies continued to communicate, exchanging an invisible current.

“Thank you,” said Gladkov.

- To health. Thank you, ”said Christie.

- For me, for what? Just wanted to apologize for bothering you. Actually, I'm not like that.

- Which one then?

- Well ... It's hard to say which one. From the best. But I never molested the girls in the elevator. It is even strange, said Gladkov with a laugh.

- And I, too ... to the men, in a sense.

- Yes? You see ... This is an elevator, probably some kind of enchanted!

- Maybe...

They were silent again.

“And you still have your breast ... your chest is bare,” said Gladkov.

- Come on, I will not beat you for "boobs." What are you against?

- No, but ... they will come to save us, they will open us - and there ...

- Do you think they will come?

- And how? What are we here, like Aida and Radames, or what? ..

- Riii-torna-vin-ti-kooor * ... - suddenly Kristy sang the most beautiful contralto.

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* Aria Aida from Verdi's opera of the same name. (Note auth.)

Gladkov went cold in the guts.

- Ogooo! - He enthusiastically shouted when she finished the phrase. - What are you, opera diva?

- Well ... not really diva, and not really opera ... I'm more on jazz.

- Wow! You're just a good fellow, Christie! - Gladkov said hotly, accompanying the words with violent gestures. And inadvertently hurt something tight and soft.

- Ahhh! - meowed Christie.

Gladkov shrank.

- It was my nipple! - she said.

- Sorry. I happen by chance.

- I know...

- It's great that now we can touch each other everywhere ... - he put his hand on her chest. - And there is nothing like that ...

- Then I will touch you for ... member. Have you hidden it yet?

- Not. Only he is sticky and nasty.

- I know. He was in my mouth.

Gladkov bit her tongue, and Kristi groped his household and began to study with her hot, tender fingers, from which tickled electricity flowed into him ...

- Aah ... You will excite me again now ... and then what?

Christina wanted to say something, but then from somewhere she grunted, and a drunken voice asked from nowhere:

- Hey! Is there anyone there?

Gladkov and Christie jumped up, banging their shoulders.

- Eat! - they shouted a duet, feverishly tucking naked teles.

“I'll open you up.” There is no current throughout the neighborhood, fuck your mother ...

“They will open us now,” said Gladkov (Christie giggled), “and we will see each other.”

“Yes,” she replied. - Exciting moment ...

- Do you really worry?

“Yes,” she said, after a pause. - Little.

- And I. Only I'm completely ugly.

- And I do not like beautiful.

- Seriously? ... But you are beautiful?

“You'll see,” said Christie mysteriously.

The foul-witted monter rumbled very close, and soon the darkness opened, blinding his eyes.

“Going out,” said the fitter, pointing the flashlight at them. - Carefully, mulberries darkness, like a negro in the ass ...

“And you ...” began Christie, but stopped short.

Gladkov, blinking, squinted at her profile. While he saw only a great shock of hair, the rest seemed fashioned out of darkness.

They went out holding hands and walked to the exit from the entrance. Daylight hit his eyes so that tears came down in a hail.

“Well, look,” said Christie solemnly.

Gladkov turned to her ... and almost sat on the floor.

Before him stood a luxurious, busty, flexible, slim, dazzlingly beautiful and sensual ... black woman.

Black as dark, where they came from.

She stood and looked at Gladkov with her black eyes, crafty, interrogative, mocking, waiting ...

- What are you, about the darkness painted? He asked finally.

Christie laughed, exposing her snow-white teeth.

“Well, yes, but earlier it was“ our Russian breed, ”she said.

- Sorry. I'm just in shock. You are amazing, - said Gladkov.

Christie looked into his eyes.

- Well, now, repeat what I am.

- Awesome. Much better than I thought.

“By the way, I’m only eighteen,” said Christie. - And I really feel Russian.

“Well, you look twenty-five.”

- Because boobs are big. And a voice. Riii-torna-vin-ti-kooor ... - she sang, having finished a spectacular jazz cadence. Gladkov applauded. - By the way, are you in a hurry?

- I? Uh ... no.

- Me neither.

He carefully grabbed her around the waist - and they went together: the balding blond Gladkov - and black as ebonite, the black woman Christie, with a drop of his sperm on her cheek ...