throat instead of recognition, broke a voluptuous moan. It is also a peculiar admission, of my weakness, and perhaps, of abnormality, or of femininity, which at last broke free.

Fingers stopped. Oooh ... What a torture. Light-light, as the eyes hurt, I'm probably in hell. Paradise? I do not know.

“Tell me, Lina, tell me,” Evdokimov whispers in my ear, like a serpent tempter.

- I can not, Andrew, I can no longer, p-please ...

I myself do not know what I'll forgive: the release, the continuation of caresses, or the cessation of torture.

- Name and surname quickly !!! - it seems, from the male cry trembled walls.

Light, light, everything burns and burns, gnawing at its brightness the pupils.

- Come on, say, Angel! Speak fucking doll !!

A scream, a scream, a backhand hits the eardrums, and the light blinds the eyes with the power of a sun-magnified glass. I will soon catch fire from him. If this is not expired sweet sticky molasses in the desire to continue the male touch.

- Speak, damn it! - from the scream even the air vibrated.

And inside a ripening protest. It is very painful when the fragments of light in your life continue to split, turning into blinding dust.

- Fuck you! I, I can not say! - I also screamed. - You can slash me! Do you hear ?!

And then the shoulder burned pain, this knife edge pressed down, piercing the skin. Blood gushed from the wound. No, you were wrong, Lina, what the hell is molasses, you will bleed to death, crucified on this table.

- Bitch, so he is true! Why him ?!

Ha ... Try not to be loyal here.

- Yes, vernaaaaa!

Turning my cry of despair into a moan, tearing the gentle flowing tissue of the bosom, a man's dick poured into me with a powerful, filled with desire and anger. How in this pain, in this hell-burning light, could there be a place for pleasure ?!

“Bitch, what a bitch you are, my Angel,” Andrei groaned.

Something with a loud bang fell on the floor, probably, the knife fell out of Evdokimov's hands. Male fingers, squeezing sensual flesh, lay on my trembling whether in fear or in the delight of the chest. Male thighs moved forward, hammering inside the burning member. Then another powerful deep jolt, and I hurriedly, so as not to groan, slapped my mouth and closed my eyelids so as not to burn myself with the light. It did not work, because the tremors to the very depths, to the limit, continue, speed up, blissful-voluptuous sounds involuntarily burst from the throat, and his eyes opened with shock, trying to carefully examine My returning Andrei, but having picked up the blinding rays, the eyelids were again adjoining.

- Tell me who he is? - Andrew gently whispers, eagerly jostling inside my swollen desire, squatting from such intense movements of the vagina, and male fingers roughly, painfully squeezed nipples that stood up with stone columns.

- TELL ME !!! - now Yevdokimov is yelling, without ceasing to intensively hammer a member into me.

And then almost immediately gently:

- Tell me, Lina, I want to know the name of the person who slipped the Angel under me, who stole the Angel from me!

Damn sick bastard, my personal maniac.

A scream, a scorching light, pain, pleasure-ramming blows, a tender whisper, blood on my chest. I'm going crazy, all this is impossible to bear, remaining normal! Let ... now even the fear has passed, there is only one desire in me - that this torture should continue. I no longer hide my moans; he, too, is unable to restrain the rush of pleasure from the throat, everything is dissolved in this blinding light, in the desire to burn to the ground. The member with the squish continued to sink into my defenseless bosom, bloody men's hands greedily pawed my chest, squeezing my nipples painfully, and I was arched, struggling in the web of passion, a trap of physiology arranged for our bodies. Andrei took me hard, rude, and I had to be sick of yet another violence against myself, and I, having felt a pre-orgasmic wave in my body, froze, greedily swallowing the air with my lips. Eyes, I want to see his dark chocolate eyes. No ... just light, how much light is in this trap.Caught, huddled, screamed, in the lower abdomen, under the insistent blows of a member, as if something broke, broke the dam. An orgasm with a maniac, an orgasm with My Andrey, an orgasm with light! Does it happen? Does it happen?

- AAA! - I choked, choking.

- Awww !! - Evdokimov echoed hoarsely to me, pouring out a fountain of semen inside my crotch.