ended, and the slut just cried, huddled in a corner.

So he was her first client? ..

This thought pricked Fields with sweet pain, and he patted the slut on the shoulder.

- Do not. Not worth it. You do not understand me, but you are glorious, - he said to her and stroked the wet curls that stuck to his cheek and shoulders. It was indescribably touching and sexy, and he sank again in the balls. “I think I know how to console you.” You did not finish? ..

He moved to the other end of the couch, spread the velvet legs and did what he wanted, but did not. Now the cocktail of her body was also sharply seasoned with virgin blood, and this worried Paul to its most secret and sinful depths. "The taste of her virginity," he thought, dying from a weary shiver, and stuck in salty petals, enveloping the clitoris with sliding licks. “You did a nice job,” he mentally told her pussy, “and you deserve a reward. It is for you! Here you still! And so, and so, and ... "

Baby moaned sob. She no longer squeezed her knees, frowning to Paul, and he felt that she would soon finish, and enjoyed her pleasure, which again brought him to the noise in his ears ...

Bringing the baby to distraction, he quickly crawled onto her and entered the open bosom, squeezing her nipples with his fingers to get her stronger.

- Don "t! Cry! Don" t! Cry! Don "t! Cry! ..." he would sentence, piercing through her vagina, and he would finish with her, hopelessly dying in this sweet battle. - Don't!

Vinogradinki blackened and rounded. The baby finished violently and cruelly, and then for a long time departed from her ecstasy, looking at Paul. Her face burned so that the tears were gone — dried up, evaporated, like on a brazier. And the scarlet peppers of her lips formed themselves in a bewildered smile ...

This smile stung Fields somewhere very deep.

Perhaps it all began with her.

- My girl, - he rushed to kiss her, but not sensually, but gently and sweetly, like a child. - Who are you? Where are you from? What's your name?

- My ... name ... isYulia ... - whispered scarlet peppers.

- Yulya? ... Julie?

She nodded.

- And I am Paul. Where did you come from, Julie? Why were you naked?

She looked at him with her grapes. Then she looked at the laptop lying nearby.

- Google translate ...

***

He took her to the airport, and at the turnstiles he sensually kissed her mouth in front of the whole troupe.

Julia was dressed from head to foot in awesome new clothes from boutiques, which immediately turned her into a movie star. Her head was a work of art - richly and luxuriously painted face, hair laid ... It was all terrible to think how much it cost, but Paul told her:

- Your virginity is much more expensive.

Her love affair with the French oligarch (that was how it looked in people's eyes) was the trend of the day. The whole troupe practiced jokes on this topic, trying not to overdo it, because it was Yule that the “Shock” theater owed much of the first place at the festival.

She was so prostrated from the experience that she did not notice anyone. In addition, she had a lesson: right after the turnstiles, she got into the smartphone, where Pol and GoogleTranslate were waiting for her. The flight was a break, and Julia could hardly wait to find her face on the screen again.

She didn’t get away from him till night Paul wrote to her - “I miss you so much on your face” - and when mom and dad fell asleep, she turned on Skype.

“I missed not only my face, but also your breasts, nipples, your glorious wet pussy ...” she read, covering herself with a stinging blush.

Soon there was Paul's bearded, erect, enamored face on the screen.

- Hello, grape eyes, - Julia read and melted, as if from his tongue between her legs. - I am so glad to see you ... Show me your amazing body, Julie.

And she undressed in front of the camera, turning on the bright light, and went crazy with the shameful wave that inflated her chest as tightly as balloons, and then wrote - “I can’t, I’m ashamed” - but still brought the camera close to its secret corner, legs apart, and then could not stand and caressed herself, looking at Fields in the screen ...

“I finished,” she read, howling with sweet horror. “Sorry, I was embarrassed to show you how I do it.”

“Promise next time not to be shy,” Yulia wrote back to him. - And I will soon finish too. Would you like to see?

- Yeah! ..

And she flung open, putting the camera right at her pubis - and, closing her eyes to muffle the shame, got out of herself a chilly tick of pleasure that twisted her like a rag ...

“I can't do that,” Paul wrote to her. - I have to be in you when you finish. I have to saturate you with my sperm. I have to taste your juices. Do you want to live with me? I find out on the Internet that we need to get married. I am willing to spend all your money on you. Do you want Do you want

And Julia hesitated with the answer, pleading with sweet horror.

She really, really wanted to write, without hesitation, “yes” ...