She understood that in the eyes of passersby was a whore. Not in some terrible sense, but in a simple, literal. The whores here, apparently, were loved and respected - Julia did not meet a single condemning glance. Of course, no one could walk naked around the city, except the most desperate and reckless whore.

Yulia never thought of herself that way, but ... she realized that she was burning so painfully and sweetly. She was a whore now. She never fucked, but ... The insurmountable barrier that separated her from sex suddenly disappeared. She was closer to sex than anyone in this city. She was walking sex - that is why she smiled.

She suddenly understood what the men were saying to her, although she did not know a word of French. They hired her. They invited her to have sex.

And this bearded monsieur, who grew up on her way, certainly does the same.

He smiles at her. It looks pretty. It suits her fathers. Good eyes, have. And she is naked before him ...

Julia suddenly turned cold.

She was naked in the middle of the city, she experienced the impossible - but she still felt cold because she suddenly allowed IT. Just admitted that she can agree.

I did not agree, but only CAN agree. Just maybe all. it possibly...

It does not depend on anyone or on anything but her. No one will force her if she refuses. No one will judge if she agrees.

And no one will know ...

Julia smiled piteously bearded. Her ears were noisy, like before a swoon.

***

Paul Manyu rose earlier than usual. The devil knows that he was thrown so early. There were a few hours left to work, and he decided to buy something.

It was then that he realized that fate itself had lifted him: a charming, and, most importantly, absolutely naked whore walked past his house’s doors. Very, very young, fresh, like a bun, with wet curly curls and fruity breasts. Delicious, sweet, without this dirt, which inevitably sticks to them sooner or later.

Ah yes, surprise! Flick * had not yet come running so early, and the girl, apparently, decided to harvest the morning harvest.

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* The slang name for police officers in France, like in the USA, is “cops”. (Note auth.)

- Hello! You're so brave! He said to her. - The last time I saw a naked girl on the street about ten years ago. How much are you worth?

She stopped, looking at him with beautiful dark eyes, delicious as grapes.

- Hello! Said Paul again. - Can you hear me?

She smiled, looking into his eyes.

She seemed completely calm, and at the same time was full of some hidden languor. Looking at her, Paul realized that she was overwhelmed with emotions that literally seethed in her eyes. It can be seen, walking naked strongly excited the girl, he realized with excitement.

And he realized that she did not understand him.

- Are you deaf? - he asked. - Or a foreigner?

The whore looked at him, eyebrows raised. Then she asked with a terrible accent:

- Do you speak English?

Of course, he thought. They are all from there - the Czech Republic, Poland, Yugoslavia. And it does not look our way.

“Yes, yes, of course,” he said to her, “I speak English.” You can not be afraid of anything and go boldly to me. We will agree. I am ready to pay how much you say, but not more than two hundred euros. Agree?

The whore was piercing looking at him with his grapes. Her nipples bristled with excitement, her pussy glistened as if it had been greased.Paul felt that he was starting to get very excited.

“You are very sweet,” he said, “and I already want you.” Come, - and invitingly opened the door for her.

The slut took a small step and stopped. It was evident that she hesitates.

- Not enough for you? Well, let it be three hundred. You're so cute that I'm ready for it ... but no more. Welcome to me!

She finally entered, flashing him with her grapes.

Paul hugged her for her bare buttocks and led her into the room.

In his heart the golden trumpets rang and the paradise choir rattled. The day began wonderfully: to remove such a tasty object at its own door is rare luck; and the fact that she came to him naked, bleeding lust from her own shamelessness ...

Paul snarled.

“Sorry, baby, but I want you so much that I will offer you a drink after we bang for you, do you mind?”

He eagerly drew her to him and dug into a hard nipple with a large halo. The whore gasped.

- You ... fuck ... me ... - either said, or she asked.

- Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do! We understood each other correctly, but you urgently need to learn English. And French is better, ”Paul said, licking the body of a young whore, juicy like a mango. The idea that a whole layer of lustful looks stuck on this body drove him crazy.

“They were looking at you, and I was fucking!” He thought, putting his hand into her pussy. It was sticky and hot, like in a fresh cream bun. - Wow, how are you flowing! - He said, with pleasure squishing in her petals. - You're a hot girl! Are you fucking that hot?

The whore was moaning like in a porn movie, and for the first time it didn't sound fake. “She plays an inexperienced girl,” thought Paul, looking at how she slouched and hid her eyes. - “Such a little shy. My God, how does it get! ... "

He would savor this magnificent body for ages, crush the elastic buttocks, squeeze the tight cranberries of the nipples with his tongue, enjoying the moan of the excited slut, sip her juices in a tender depraved pussy ... but he could not.

- Well, show me what a hot thing you are ... oh! I still do not understand! - Paul threw it on the couch, trying not to be rude, and briskly dispensed rags. She was supposed to undress him in an amicable way, but ... he threw it down himself, so ...

- Aah ... Aah ... Ohhhhh! - he meowed from pleasure, swimming in her sweet body. - How narrow you are! Oooh, how nice! You cover me so that I do not have time to fuck and finish you like a boy ... Aaaa!

He died quickly, because to lower everything in the first second would be too wasteful, and he slowly slid into the dense bosom of his nymph, who was whining like a puppy. Her eyes floated, her body trembled with lust ...

- That's right, do not pick me up, otherwise I ahead of time ... Oooh! Ohhh, how delicious! - Paul was ready to cry from the indescribable bunch of sensations, enveloping his member in a tight slut womb. He suddenly threw a kite at her mouth and stuck to it, eagerly opening his lips. Slut decided to play with him, and it added fuel to the fire of his lust. “Oh, you naughty girl,” Paul mumbled, penetrating his sweet mouth, and they and the slut howled with the duet.

Paul fucked her from both sides - tongue and penis - and both ends were deeply deep in her, and pleasure enveloped him from both sides at the same time, and it was absolutely impossible to withstand, well, absolutely impossible to oooooooooooo ...

- OOOOOOOO! ABOUT! ABOUT! ABOUT! - he spanked eggs on a wet crotch, and then, when soaked the slut with sperm, like a sponge, still could not calm down and licked, bitten, crumpled the hot body that walked under it ...

Finally he got off her.

- Well well! Ah yes baby! You made my day! I have not experienced this pleasure for a long time ... what? What?

Baby crying. Her thighs were still dancing with lust, and moaning or snapping from her throat, but tears flowed from her eyes, flowing with wet streams down her cheeks.

- What are you, my girl? Was it unpleasant for you? Get used to it, such is your job ... Oops!

His cock was covered in blood. And whore pussy too.

- What is it? Do you have menstruation? Why don't you say ...

He suddenly realized that her tears and blood on the genitals were connected in a completely different way.

- What were you, a virgin? He asked, sitting down beside her.- a virgin?

- Aha ... Virginity ... - the slut nodded, hearing a familiar word.

“But ... how is that possible?”

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