All fucking day I rush to call her. She never came. I left when I smoked a whole pack of cigarettes on the very balcony where I fucked her.
The eggs shrank again. Here is a bitch!

If only now you were at arm's length and fucked up to you.

- Why are you roaring? - asks the frightened Nata, the main slut of the office.

I jump up from my workplace, grab a cigarette, go to a smoking room. Max and Oleg stand there.

- Join us today?
- What for driving? I ask, shivering from the trembling that has progressed from head to foot. Again in the head picture of her kitty.

- Friday.
Something I do not enter, and, apparently, it is noticeable.
- Let's sit, drink, pick up someone for the night.
- Oh, such a Friday! I am for!

An excellent reason to throw her out of my head. Her smooth skin on the thighs and the sweet juice that comes from arousal.

- It is frozen again. What are you doing? Olya brain fuck?
- Can one of you fuck her, so she calmed down?
- My calm is more expensive.

Yes, I understand that. This hysterical woman managed to sleep me overnight with voice messages, zasrat my web page and cause a feeling of insecurity in my own adequacy.

I finished the second cigarette when the phone beeps. Arthur:

“Were you a good boy?”

“Ask her”

"Yes, she seems to be smiling."

I realize that he is with her now. Right now, when I try not to think about her. Damn scoundrel.

“I am proud of you,” he writes further.

“Did you sleep with her?”

Damn, and what do you propose to answer my brother, from whom I stole this bitch. Although if I had stolen, she would not have fallen. So, just a one-time bang. Heck! The member moved in his pants. He doesn't like this idea either.

“I accept this as a positive response.”

Loves to write to him.

“I don’t think it will happen again” - I wash it. “Give her my regards,” I erase. In the ass.

Fuck remembered her bread again. And, seeing the devil, I would sooner or later get to the point between them.

With difficulty I finish the day. I never considered myself a neurotic. Apparently, I didn’t meet on my way such a one, from which a member of the stake costs all day. Fucking in the mouth.

I leave earlier for half an hour, turn on the music in the car, try to listen to the words.

I come to the bar all on board. Order a drink and looking for the eyes of friends. They are already in the company of girls. I smile.

Exactly what is needed. Drinking, noisy crowd, music, half-naked bodies. Closer to the fourth portion, it finally lets me down. Coincides with the way women's hands pass over my back. Down to my pants, and in my ear I hear:
- Let's retire.

A member does not get up. Only pants begin to vibrate at the place of the pocket. The girl does not come off. I go out to smoke, accompanied by a discontented sigh, I light up, pull out the phone.

“You're wearing a black T-shirt.”

I choke on smoke, cough, reread. That fucking here too. Bitch. I am smoking two puffs, pushing inside a stuffy bar, looking for eyes. My head is clear, as if I did not drink.

- Looking for someone?
I turn around, look straight at her, and tears down the roof to me.

I see her nipples. Through her fucking thin white dress I see her nipples.

I press it to the wall with my body. Squeezing her ass instead of reveling in her breasts. She stands on her toes and, barely touching my ear with her lips, whispers:

- A little lower, and you can find out what panties on me. I think you will like it.

She retreats and we find ourselves at the exit.

- Denis!
Max comes out of nowhere, and I can barely concentrate on him.
- Oh, - this is Max’s reaction to Ksyusha. He is silent, and then confusedly smiles and greets. - Maksim.
“Ksyusha,” she reaches out and straightens the collar of his shirt. Max's jaw drops.

- Will you smoke? This dress is not where to put cigarettes.
- Hmm, of course.
Max digs in his pocket, pulls out a pack and, glancing at me with a glance “where did you find this?” Pulling one cigarette to her, filter it forward. Yes, neither Max nor I expected this. Ksyusha bends over, showing all the advantages of a deep cleavage, and wraps her lips around a cigarette. In the pants becomes fucked as closely.

“Save me from this idiot,” a girl appears from nowhere, snatches another cigarette from Max and takes Ksyusha to the street, as if we are here in the role of furniture.

- Wow! And by the way, thanks for the second cigarette.
- You're welcome.

- Great presentation.
They both turn to me and begin to laugh. One with cigarettes in each hand, the second, clutching at the stomach, bends over again, now with laughter and my eyes are sinking again in her decollete.

- So you do not smoke?
“Only after a very good sex,” she laughs again, and I know that this joke is meant for me to get angry.

I walk closer to her, take a cigarette from her friend who has stopped laughing, smoke a cigarette and bring it to her lips.
- Like yesterday, for example.
She looks straight into my eyes, smiles slyly, wraps her lips around the filter, touching my fingers and takes a puff.
Pulls slowly, does not want to cough, exhales upwards, showing his long neck, which you so much want to squeeze with your palms.

A friend slipped away. We stand together. I drag on with it through time.
- I do not want you to smoke, - I look at her lips, which she immediately licks.
- Then you have to replace a cigarette in your hand with something. Attractive enough to make me want to put it in my mouth.

Trying to see through it. And my member already decided that he was not against this idea.

A hand with a cigarette begins to tremble. I do the last puff and throw out the butt. And so it would be desirable now, right here, to fuck her in order to wipe this smirk from his face Jaw clenched.

“Come here,” I say, lowering my voice. The member twitches again.
She stands and looks at me. Squeezes the hips.
- I can not. Dizzy.

I stretch out my hand to her, she puts her in her and squeezes tightly, takes a few steps. And I remember how I wanted to feel these fingers on my eggs.

From the bar comes a noisy crowd. I clasp her to me and, leaning my cheek against her temple, I lay my hand under the dress, watching the cheerful people. She inhales noisily and twitches when I get to her shameless nude crotch. So wet that I, in anticipation of her taste in my tongue, swallow.

- Damn.
She is trying to pull away.
- It's late. Stand still.
I know that I am trying, but it starts to shake when my fingers sink into it. Immediately two. She squeezes them inside, pushes me harder, making me feel her hard nipples.
- Shhh.
Grabs at the very black T-shirt and completely hangs when her legs are weakened by orgasm. Now shakes me. Breathing in my neck and goose bumps run from that place. Fuck, urgently needs to be inserted. Fill it, start it even further than now.

- Look at me.
And she looks. I see confusion, in addition to mist in the eyes. I spend on her lip with the fingers that have just been in it, and then, biting, I try her beckoning mouth. And he swims away. I want her madly.

- Why did you leave in the morning?
She pulls away, still unsteady stepping.
- Because I realized that this is fucked up. I can't do what this story can turn into.
- Fucking. This is just fucking.
- It was not such from the very beginning, Denis.
- Are you afraid that everything will go out of your control? Yes, Ksyush?

I was angry. I fucked up as angry at the fact that for the first time persuaded a girl to sleep with me.

- I can not any more. I want to suck you right now. I just masturbated today 4 times, remembering you. Damn.
She takes a few more steps back and I know that she regrets what she said.
And I also know that she will not be able to resist me if I am persistent.

I went over, took her face in my palm, and kissed her tightly. So that if this is the last time, remember.She runs her hands under a t-shirt, touching bare skin, feeling my impatience, promising her awesome sex. And yes, I can't fight it either. She groans in my mouth, relaxes, melts, and then digs into my back so that I bite her lip and bleed my groin against her stomach.

Head to head we try to catch our breath.

- If I meet you again, you will not be able to hold me back, Ksyush.
- I...
- Keep quiet.
Cost

- You call a taxi?
- I'd rather go.
I let her out of my hands. And inside is emptiness. Damn.

I go to the bar, not looking around.