individual film shows, went to dance with her ...

They, by the way, were taken everywhere for father and daughter. At the dances, the alpha males continually approached them and said to Zhenya: “Dad, let me ...” At first, Tanya was wildly delighted that they saw her with Novosaltsev himself, but he was so bothered with autographs and stupid questions that delight subsided, and Zhenya began to make up.

Tanya was not stupid, moderately well-read, passionately eager to study. Zhenya’s fears that they wouldn’t talk about anything were not justified: Zhenya spoke mostly, while Tanya listened, her mouth open, and she understood almost everything. She entered Baumanka the first time, and Zhenya was proud of her success, like a real father; but then he heard - “this is the daughter of Evgeny Novosaltsev himself!” - and he realized that it was not the mind that gave her the barriers of life. Tanya was fatally offended, but then she was so tired of saying “not a daughter, but a wife!” To everyone and showing a stamp in her passport that she resigned and spat. She called her husband Yevgeny Alexandrovich and only on "you." She was so comfortable, and Zhenya did not argue.

In love, she was open, burning, desperately sincere, generous and vulnerable. Hacking and tune here did not pass, - only the “theater of experiencing” of the highest standard. Her love filled Zhenya from ear to ear, burned to the bone and exhausted like the most intense shooting. It was impossible to love Tanya only with her body, turning off her soul - and if Zhenya responded as she wanted, they both flew off to heaven. He was embarrassed to initiate her into the dirty secrets of love, and they were limited to only the most important, and this was enough for him. In carnal pleasures Tanya was a child - she laughed when she was pleased, cried, when she was unbearably pleasant, cuddled like a puppy and called shameful things with funny words. Zhenya was embarrassed to repeat them: they seemed to him much more ashamed of any swearing.

He did not even dare to dream of such a mistress. Tanya aroused in him a dark, forbidden lust, about which he never told her. The more childish her habits were - the more furiously he wanted to fuck her wildly, dirty, like a March cat. Tanya loved it, taking it for passionate love, and she herself was excited to meow. In bed, they approached each other perfectly, like the two halves of the letter “O”. In addition, Tanya was glorious, touching, and just beautiful, with a gentle slender body that matured before our eyes ...

***

The longer this idyll lasted - the more depressed Zhenya.

He himself did not know what he longed for. Without Tanya, he could not imagine his life. He was not attracted to booze: lust drunk was sweeter than any brandy. His circle of communication has not changed. With Tanya, they almost did not quarrel: she was wildly touchy, but her resentment never lasted longer than a day.

Everything was perfect, and the stronger was the wrinkle in Zhenya’s ass.

That was the whole point: he was suddenly transferred to a clean, washed paradise, and he wanted dirt. I didn’t want sincere ardent Tanya, but experienced women who knew the price of pleasure. With Tanya, any kind of caress was emotion, and with them - cold champagne, nerve-filling sweet poison. His body died without this poison. It seemed to his wife that he was locked up forever in kindergarten.

As soon as he understood it, the decision came quickly. “I need this. If she finds out, she will understand. She promised to understand and forgive, ”he urged himself.

And convinced.

- And what about yours, tkszt, protégé? - Svetla tsedila through a thin smile. - She's nothing like you, pretty. The body, however, is not yet, but not all at once ...

“Believe it or not, but this is the most aching mistress in my practice,” Zhenya replied smugly, blowing smoke at the ceiling. Under Tanya, he was embarrassed to smoke (he never acquired the habit of the habit). - This child has a soul heterosexual.

- What are you doing? Why then came to me?

- Tired of being a teacher in the manger. I'm too spoiled for her. An overdose of big and pure love is unhealthy ... I want a real, old ...

“In other words, you need fucking and you came to me,” Sveta chuckled. She was flattered.

- I would say otherwise: only an experienced, sophisticated woman in all the subtleties can satisfy my base demands, hehe ... Such as you.

- Or as Fima Sladkova. Or Nelia Krutobokov. Or...

- But I came to you.

- Oh yes, I am flattered, I melted, ascended and threw down, tkkszt ...

Sveta finished her wine and looked at Zhenya. In her eyes, she glowed the same, subtly sweet and feverish spark of vice, from which Zhenya always made her way to the eggs ...

—... What's the matter, dear Onegin? - finally asked Sveta. - Are you up to me in your Tatiana emasculated?

Zhenya blushed. Sveta was lying in front of him - gorgeous, steep-headed, with her famous chest, which all the Union boy was drooling at. For about twenty minutes she played as a virtuoso pianist on the most sensitive points of Zhenya's mouth and body, and Zhenya did the same with her, and it was a long-awaited balm for his sewing in her ass ... It was what was needed.

That's just Jenin unit did not wake up.

“I don’t know what's the matter, Light,” he said guiltily. “I haven't fucked her since last night ...”

“So this is your norm now.” Old age is no joy! - cynically concluded Light. She was always like that. “Now it's your turn to be a whore, and I will recline like an empress.” Since I have aroused me, the parasite ... Nah, you’ll jerk off your getter, and I’m like a person, please ... A tongue ...

And Zhenya licked a big, experienced Svetina's pussy, sadly listening to her handsome man. Deaf Sveta was wrong: his norm was two to three times a day ...

He walked away from her beaten dog. His brain was agitated and poisoned, his eggs ached, his body needed to be touched - and the unreliable friend hung like a cow's tail.

“Oh, well, what are you ... I have political economy, and I have to cook dinner ..." Tanya laughed sweetly when he pulled off her sundress and panties right off the doorstep. - Oh, she, she! Oh, mom! ..

She didn’t need much: a couple of hickeys on the nipples, a little massage between the legs, a little tongue on the neck - and ...

Amazed, Zhenya watched as if from the side, how his fucking fucked up the trosel, and then, when all the rags were clean, fucking - how it hammer the juicy Tannina with a stone cannon and melts, cruelly melts and bursts, diving into the oily flesh ... standing with cancer and her tits dangling under her like bells. “They have already grown,” Zhenya suddenly realized, “they didn’t hang out before ...” And he roared, pouring the back of Tannin with a muddy fountain ...

- You are not conjuring, by any chance? - He asked, rubbing sperm on her body.

- I? I conjure? ... - Tanya laughed, wrinkling freckles. - What are you doing?

- disgusted?

- No, but ... I'm all sticky now.

- We will now do something new with you, okay? - said Zhenya. For example...

At night, he stroked Tanya, the first time fucked in all three holes, and thought:

“Red-haired, green-eyed ... came here from her taiga ... But, fuck, if she really knows something like that - how lucky I was that she chose me! ...”

And he continued to stroke his wife, sticky from sperm.