Oleg put his knees on both sides of the long legs of fine-fleeced lamb and took muscular hands on her thick, white woolen sides.

- Now I fuck you! - He whispered hotly and, raising her little tail up, brought the crimson head straight to the round dark hole.

With a hand trembling with impatience, he touched the tender hole in the body of the sheep and slowly began to inject him with his strong phallus pulling it at himself, clenching his teeth and grimacing at lust. The animal was heavily hazy with its head and trembled until the gigantic cannon, centimeter by centimeter, disappeared into its body. Having taken it almost to the ground, the lamb froze, gathering strength, and then rushed abruptly, trying to free itself from a foreign object. But the man kept her like a steel trap. After a few moments, she suddenly blew out loud when the man entered her through a hole designed by nature for the ram, driving her strong member deeper and deeper, taking her with force, like a woman.

- Quiet, bastard! - Oleg was breathing heavily, and, moving fiercely in it to and fro, everything accelerated the pace. - Do not twitch, stupid sheep!

The poor animal continued to step over with its thin legs, making weak attempts to break free from strong human hands holding it securely. But she could not manage to slip away from the incomprehensible pain that was tearing apart the tight entrance to her sheep carcass.

Inside the lamb was hot, narrow and soft. From unexpected pleasure, the man wheezed and lifted his head, breathing excitedly, moaning and sobbing. He took it passionately, putting it on his steel bar, like meat on a skewer, hugging, stroking the sides and back, steadily introducing and bringing out his penis, strong as a rock, and almost choking from stunning, unbearable pleasure. His movements quickened, blood rushed to his face, he plunged his powerful young phallus deeper and deeper. It seemed their intercourse lasted forever. But, at that moment, when the sheep had only adapted to the extraneous huge object inside him and stopped twitching and bleating, the muscular trembling body of the boxer strongly convulsed and, with a triumphant cry, he began to splash the hot, friable human seed into the white wool fine-woolen sheep .

So it is unnoticeable, as he climbed into the sheepfold, pleased and “let off steam” Oleg, got out of it and deftly jumped over the fence. In the clear sky, the full moon was already shining, foreshadowing good weather. With a full breast inhaling the salty sea scent, he headed along the path lit by silver light towards the sea. He needed to plunge, calm down and wash in the still warm sea water.

Standing waist-high in the sea, the boxer felt his tense muscles relax and his ability to think came back to him. The only thing he has to think about now is about their future. He decided to come to terms with the circumstances, to suffer until the autumn, and then take Victoria to a place where no one knows them to start a new life "from scratch" ...

Half an hour later, the jealous "othello" was already vigorous and returned to the house taut and refreshed. The sweet aroma of indoor plants mixed with the familiar smell of hot coffee. Victoria gave him a quick glance, but she was silent and poured him a cup of coffee. The man made a couple of sips of strong drink, savoring his delicate exquisite aroma. It did not escape him that his girlfriend deliberately did not look at him, although he was standing very close by.

“Well, I agree to be your bodyguard,” Oleg said heavily. “But where will I live and sleep?”

“You will live in the guard house,” Vick cooed in a conciliatory tone. - And you will sleep here with me when I have no client.

“Forgive me, love,” he said, also in a tone with a hint of reconciliation. But his voice shook, and his eyes were wistful. - I agree to this only because I can not imagine my life without you. But I should think it over and learn a lot. It will be very difficult to come to terms with the fact that you are fucking with some old asshole, and I'm down there - alone in a cold bed ...

“Be patient, dear,” said the beautiful brunette tenderly. - In the fall we will be together again.

- And how is it that you started practicing IT? He asked bluntly.

“I wouldn’t like to talk about it,” she said through force. - But I confess to you as the closest person. Do you remember Slavik Stolyarov, my classmate? He came here a couple of days ago. So - he rents a luxury car rental. Sometimes, his rich clients want to rent a boy or a girl with the car. He is a boy, and I am a girl.

- I knew that he was a fagot! - In the hearts exclaimed former boxer. - Well, nothing, only he gets me - I quickly break his neck.

“Don't even think about it,” Victoria pleaded fearfully. - He is my hen that lays the golden eggs.

“Good, good, I won't touch him,” the man assured. - Take it easy.

And he thought - "These are the very eggs I will tear him."

On the same evening, Oleg transferred all his belongings to the guard house. The room in it was not as luxurious as the rooms in the house of Victoria. Plastered walls. High window. Refrigerator and air conditioning. A simple bed with an embroidered bedspread and pillow at the head. A small leather black armchair and oak table. In the corner, on a gray nightstand with glass doors, fit a small TV. No more furniture in the room. Perfect cleanliness, nothing extra.

The next day, a couple in love began a completely different life. Where love and passion reigned supreme before, silence and alienation settled for two months. Victoria sometimes tried to joke, but her jokes were forced out and rarely caused a smile on Oleg's face. During this time, they very rarely had sex. Victoria received her rich clients, and Oleg skillfully played the role of a professional bodyguard. Sometimes he was thrown into a fever, then in a cold of jealousy. The heart in his mighty chest was pounding wildly and it seemed to be about to jump out. And only one hope - that Victoria will eventually become his wife, warmed him and gave strength ...

Flew weeks and months. Summer was the hottest in the last few years. Every day he would burn into the memory of streets full of tourists from all over the country, blazing with heat from the heat, dazzling blue cloudless skies and a magnificent refreshing salty sea breeze.

Christina admired Ruslan and was simply fascinated by the sea, as if descended from the pages of advertising brochures - the purest bays, majestic waves, picturesque towns, perched on the mountainous coastal slopes. A young woman could never even dream that she would be so happy. As a true devotional friend, Christina followed her beloved man everywhere. She willingly helped him with Timur on the yacht. She treated her clients with juices and alcoholic beverages while the men were engaged in navigation and maintenance of complex mechanisms. As the child rejoiced, watching the flocks of dolphins accompanying the ship, listened admiringly under the bright moon the enchanting sound of the sea.

And at night, in a soft bed, she turned into a graceful, flexible, depraved woman and, hugging Ruslan, merged with him into one whole, combining the beating of their hearts. With the rising of the sun, she woke up in his arms, sweeping her blond curls over his mighty shoulders and her whole body breathed sweet languor. Two months flew in a pleasant delight and tender care for each other.

In early August, one extraordinary event occurred, which radically changed the fate of Oleg and Victoria.In one of the sunny days, Vika was free and, having sent Oleg for groceries, decided to walk along fashionable boutiques in the city center. She looked, as always, seductively and sexy - in a white light tunic with a huge neckline in front, a short tight beige skirt to the middle of the thigh and white sandals on heels, with narrow noses and golden buckles. Her long dark hair curled over her rounded shoulders, and her beautiful ...