Unnoticed, lizok for lick this kiss turned into a mad bite his lips. Languages ​​smacked, lips burned, sucked and strove to swallow everything, hands traveled through the bodies ...

Zhenya felt that he could no longer.

“Come here, Tanya,” he muttered through her kisses. - Go. Get down ...

Tanya jumped up, butt liming Zhenya.

Without stopping to lick, they went to bed and joined each other. The copulation started smoothly, imperceptibly, and the spouses hummed, deeper and deeper into each other with their lips and genitals. Zhenya doubled up in three deaths, Tanya arched towards him, and together they resembled the two halves of the letter “O”. Zhenya was already deep inside her, breaking her chaff, and Tanya did not seem to notice this, or the pain merged in her with the pain of pleasure, and she could not separate one from the other ...

Then Zhenya broke up and threshed her mercilessly, like an experienced woman, and poor Tanya squealed under his pressure, drooling. He restrained himself to the last, in order to redeem Tanya in her lust ... and when the race finished him, and he splashed out into Tanya with cries and sperm - then this final wave did push his wife to the limit of pleasure. It bound Tanina's body with stone spasm - and Zhenya, diluted to the drop, tried to peck her womb until it was limp, and then gazed admiringly at the miracle of female bliss that overwhelmed Tanya. It did not let her go long, long, until it evaporated from her with the last, longest and sweetest moan ...

Now I had to caress her, Zhenya understood. Caress thickly, generously, to keep precious intimacy.

He smacked and stroked Tanya, blew into her nose, tickled her collarbone, and she exhaustedly smiled at him red as blood, smile. She was all red — her hair, freckles, and body. And the hairy front was smeared with blood. Zhenya licked this blood, savoring the tart iron taste, and kissed Tanya in a shameful place.

“My favorite,” she said in a thick honeyed voice. - My joy, my dear ...

It was a completely unfamiliar voice - the voice of an adult woman. In love, happy, infinitely full of tenderness and adoration. It was possible to drown in it, as in warm milk.

Shy girl, first showed pussy, was no more. She always stayed in the evening left.

***

Zhenya woke up late and hard, as if after drinking, only his head did not hurt, but on the contrary, it was easy, as if extra garbage had been shaken out.

The aromas of Aragvi, Metropolis and Seventh Heaven * floated around the apartment. Zhenya stomach cramped. Feeling an empty bed, Eugene picked up, like a bad one, and sat down on the edge.

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* Moscow restaurants. (Note auth.)

“I had a dream? ... But where did the smells come from? ...“ The head cleared of garbage was not sure of anything, so Zhenya put on his panties just in time for the fireman and slapped him into the kitchen.

It was empty, except for a pile of food, partially cooked, partly not yet. There was a sparkling pan on the stove, which Zhenya never had, and he took a long look at who and when brought it here until he realized that it was just washed. Foods — both ready and cooked — were dragged to a small banquet.

In my head, finally everything went well.

And the wife didn’t like that well.Everything was amazing, touching and extraordinary, except for one thing: Zhenya was a very unpleasant person in this story.

“In this film, I clearly have no positive role,” he grinned crookedly. Even the way he skillfully spent yesterday's Tanino depravity (this was the name of this “wedding night”, if you call a spade a spade), did not entice his vanity. Zhenya's conscience, hardened in bohemian habits, which had become hardened like an old zipun, was washed out yesterday with its whole soul, like this saucepan, and now screamed, blocking everyone.

In fact: what the hell? What the hell did he get into this game? What the hell answered her, naive pussy from Muhosranska? What the hell got married? To show her mother gruel? That life is not sugar, and Zhenya is not Don Alfonso? Showed? Why then changed the record, as soon as the smell ebla? Have you tried fresh girls for a long time? Never twisted with minors, but as soon as they offered on the tray - could not refuse? What the hell did he fuck her, what the hell had driven so much sperm into this baby tummy? “I didn’t look at the passport,” Jack said coldly. - “Suddenly she was fifteen? ... Although we got married. Ugh! ”

All these “what the hell” had a simple answer, from which Wife really wanted to turn away, but she didn’t give a conscience.

Life is at an impasse. People's Artist, a favorite of the public Yevgeny Novosaltsev for the eighth year is removed in some kind of shit. Theater tired. No family and not foreseen. The woman is full, one is more juicy than the other - the benefit of the actress usually combines these valuable qualities: juiciness and non-frugality. All experienced, hardened, fused to the ridge. Life goes on like in a roundabout: Kievskaya, Belorusskaya, Komsomolskaya, Taganskaya, Dobryninskaya, Park Kultury, and again - Kievskaya, Krasnopresnenskaya ... Today, one station climbs into the eyes, tomorrow others, the day after tomorrow, the third , and the train is not the first youth, and the depot is getting closer and closer ...

I wanted a new one, fucking. Very little. A little shake to make, to feel, so to speak, the beating of life. At least one day to stay Don Alfonso.

“Well, stayed? And now you tell her all this. Though she is a pussy, but not a fool, she will understand. You will tell everything - both about your women, and about the booze, and about ... although we don’t need to talk about it ... but still. I dragged the girl into my lair - do not pretend that this is a crystal terem. Today, a divorce, a ticket to Nevinnogrudsk - and ... probably a bouquet. Big-very big to groin for the whole car. In gratitude for this night. Because you can not be a beast, Zhenya Novosaltsev ... "

Stop!

Rattle keys in the doorway. The thieves?

Zhenya jumped into the corridor, looked at the hook where the keys always hung ... There is no.

She took. She goes.

The door opened ...

- Oh, woke up? With good uuuutrom! - Eugene enveloped chest voice, infused with the most sweet and fresh flavors of taiga. - woke you up, right? I roar here ...

In the doorway stood a light figure with a string bag. For half a minute Zhenya stood like a pillar, then he came to his senses and picked up the string bags, almost tearing off his hands.

- Where did you find the money? - he asked. After yesterday in the house it was a tipping ball.

“I have mine,” said Tanya respectably. - Earned at the station.

- Which station?

- A telephone. I have been there since the age of sixteen. Aunt feeds me, and I postpone, postpone ... Put here. Just twenty minutes - and have breakfast! ..

“Tatiana,” Zhenya began hoarsely.

His throat desperately did not want to talk, and had to throw into the attack all his will of a decent man ...

- Eh?

- I have to tell you ... One very important thing ...

(“I do not believe it!” - the usual voice nodded.)

The reddish wonder-yudo tilted her curls to the side:

- Which one?

- I ... I ...

Zhenya did not know how it happened, but his arms suddenly hugged the miracle Yudo and pressed it to his torso.

- Tan ... I'm so glad that I have you. Thank you for that.

It seems that it was from the movie "The Scarlet Sun of Love."

But the miracle Yudo believed and sobbed with gratitude. Probably, it did not see this movie.

***

Echidny Shkvartsev said that Zhenya now has a daughter who can fuck.

Zhenya flipped him on the nose, although, in general, it was so.His father’s duties suddenly perched on him: he prepared Tanya for admission to Baumanka, watched her communication and movements in this nightmarish Moscow, where he sits in each gate on hippan, forbade her to get a job, drove to museums, theaters and concerts, arranged for her in funds of Mosfilm ... Read more →