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The black as tar tribal bull, playing with its muscles, is idly approaching from the side. It is as if he does not notice her, is marking time, silently drilling the milk body with an indifferent look. She is trying with cow eyes to guess in him a quiet burrow. And only a hard, like a log, smooth, shiny as the barrel of a gun, a member, dangling from side to side, says the opposite.

Suddenly, the bull jumps on the machine. The black barrel twitches, freezes, the invisible jack lifts it until the barrel freezes in an upright position.

The bull grotesquely grooves the oil-flowered rosette without getting into the broken hole.

Laura comes to the rescue. She grabs a purple ball at the end of the penis, holds back the pressure for a couple of seconds and gradually pushes the ball into the oil-flowing anus.

Only in this way does the bull take Vika.

She moos, feeling the disproportion of organs. The black bull covers the blonde chick especially hard, at the genetic level, feeling the need to mix races. The machine shakes, but gives the bull an emphasis, while protecting Vika from unnecessary blows.

Now Laura makes sure that the bull is not finished outside. To do this, the heifer should stand calmly, not fidgeting, and the bull should not lean back too far. It is especially important to hold the bull by the back of the eggs during ejaculation, the chick can also slip out from under the bull. Here you need an eye and an eye. Finally, when the bull is completely discharged, you need to help him gently reach the barrel, which quickly loses its hardness. Carefully, because according to the scenario all the bulls should remain in the pen.

When Vika is released, the next bull is already ready, charged for work. She looks at him: maybe he will be more beautiful with her? The bull is the same thoroughbred, the black one is stroking the smooth shiny barrel filled with steel.

His grin does not bode well.

2

Lika-Vika-Angelica - Miss-Severodvinsk 2006, Miss-Sympatiya, Arkhangelsk-2008 - she early on experienced lustful male views, early learned to use the power of beauty. The rich sons, majors, gangsters twisted around. The blond trophy was moving from bed to bed, like a palm tree. Lika played for high stakes, mum from childhood said:

- The main thing in life is to get married successfully. How to get married, so life and spend, - my mother knew a lot about the bridegrooms.

My father drank all his life, as Vika remembered herself. Ever came drunk, pounced on the mother with a knife. She became a breast between the parents. And then he went to the village, and calm days came. Only Vika waited in the wings, the beauty of the girl overshadowed the minds of the townsfolk. Grandmas in the stairwell smacked his sponges at the sight of the beauty. Cars honked, seeing off, winding kilometers along the sidewalk. And she galloped on his heels, escaped in the doorways. There are many guys - she is alone. Everywhere you do not have time, you need to keep your nose in the wind.

And she held. School of the podium from the age of fifteen freed girl. Defile, photo shoots, outdoor fashion shows. The head has turned from glory, here it is - popularity. Vika collected trophies: invitations, decorations, plush toys, flowers, while she lived in poverty. To break out from under the yoke of the past, fly away, leave, not to see, not to remember ...

But she is a toy in the hands of men. Expensive pale-skinned toy: blood-with-milk, white milk foam, milk breast - two elastic milkings with pink berries. Cute little face in milk tulip hair, thick framed care.

“And it doesn't matter that God didn't give any brains,” mom complained. - The main thing for a girl is to be beautiful, so that men like it.

Mother's position absorbed Vika with milk.

“The main thing is to be beautiful!” She repeated the mantra, taking the path of correction.

Not every ugly duckling turns into a swan. Not all migratory birds fly to warm countries.

Vika was lucky in this regard: at twenty-two, when all the cards are shuffled, she gets a winning ticket.

And here she is - good luck! Winning the lottery - an offer from an Italian businessman.

Barter. Countless treasures: yachts, villas, private jet, pool, spa, golden credit line. “Gold, gold, much gold! - shouted happiness, splashing saliva in the face. “Everything is at your feet for access to the body.”

“Life is a success!” Echoed Vika.

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Laura takes care of Vic, like a mom, makes sure that the bulls - “toros” - as she calls the males - do not accidentally tear an inexperienced chick during the mating.

The bell rings, announcing the beginning of the hunt, Laura pulls the clumsy little cow to the machine, puts her in a comfortable knee-elbow posture, fastens the belts on her belt and thighs, throws her skirt, hooks the bell to the little ring in the clitoris, checks the oil leakage in the anus and touches the finger over the bell in the anus, and hooks the bell to the bell in the clitoris, finger checks the oil leakage in the anus and the horn. brings the bull.

To speed up the process Laura gets the next bull in front.

He can not stop Vika in the mouth or fuck her too rough, interfering with insemination. Therefore, it works for the most part with his hand, not his hips.

4

Mario met Vika at the airport, puffing a huge bouquet of red roses right in the face, and then crumbled with Italian compliments. The stocky little man with the appearance of Louis de Funes, the habits of a lively humorist, was a head shorter than Vika, grabbing white meat on the ass on the fly, methyl territory with kisses. They went to the villa, dived into the royal bed under a canopy and tumbled there for two days and two nights, until the zinger had run out of power. Finishing off, he left the chop on the filet on the deck-frying pan by the pool.

Fucked, Vicka took the first tan, blushed like a cancer, resisting ultraviolet light. Tired, she rested in the shadows, dreaming of a speedy marriage, inconceivable reproduction in the beneficial rays of the Italian sole mio.

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“Zorra: one hundred black bulls and one white bunny” - the name speaks for itself. Four hours of insemination - two minutes for a bull, plus five-minute breaks - flew by. It was hard only in the first two hours, then everything went like clockwork. Vika did not notice the long series of black bulls lined up along the wall. From time to time she pressed a relaxed rose in order not to accidentally miss the bulls accumulated inside. The last hour, the incessant ringing of the bell was accompanied by gurgling and champing.

Vika did not eat breakfast and almost did not eat the whole previous day, only drank sweet water. The warm milk that spilled out of it in the morning after a three-liter enema was as clean as before the rinsing, so the bovine seed lies soft in the intestine, in its original, fresh form, without any impurities.

Laura is closely watching that the last bulls reach their trunks slowly. When everything is ready, she unhooks the chick, takes off her collar, bell, bandage. Then it will be removed with a portable camera, hiding facial features with a blur.

Laura straightens her skirt, blouse, stockings - Zorra should look seductive when going hunting.

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Vika quickly absorbed the melody of Italian.

“The main thing is not what, but how,” said the immigrant aunt, who undertook to teach Vika.

As you say, as you present an absurdity. Beauty blinds: grocer, butcher, cashier, inspector, customs officer. Everything gets away with the blonde-in-law. Stylish lady in business black skirt, white blouse and black hat can not be stupid. It is transcendental, lives in a dream world, hovers in the clouds, basks in the sun. She is a flower, inviolable, scarlet, fluffy. And only one man - self-loving, dangerous, divorced - Mario-Louis-de-Funes picks a flower in the bedroom over and over again, knocks the spirit out of Vika with a jackhammer. Decades in triathlon were not in vain. There is a demonic legion in it. Vika feels like a hole, chop chicken steak, so it is not hard to beat her, so she knew Italy. All sexual experience is reduced in peak to a honeymoon at Villa Mario.

The day of the wedding is appointed, the white meat slowly fades between sex and sleep. So much love from the dwarf!

“Who would have expected!” - now she knows everything about the Italians.

There are no forces for shopping, for a time pool, ...