The bright rays of the morning sun, bypassing the Italian blinds, burst into the gray haze of the room, decorating it with rich shades and shadows.

Ray stopped at Alex's eyelids, playing with black eyelashes and drawing out the odd light and shadow under them. The pupil under the eyelids twitched, honey eyes, interspersed with gold, slowly and reluctantly opened.

Looking around the room with a clouded look, licking his cracked lips with a rough tongue, he began to rise from the huge sofa. Two maiden bodies lay in different corners. Disheveled on the shoulders and back, long hair of different colors, created the illusion of beautiful muses killed by the poison.

- A third where?

He made a list of the losses of this orgy.

Rising from the couch, and limping like a jaguar, as if Kamaz had scratched his sacrum, he reached the bedroom door. Two of his friends, peacefully snuffled, surrounded by the bodies of three virgins.

- Intact and unharmed - he stated, and trudged into the kitchen, not much bothering about those who were still two beasts.

Thrusting his head under the faucet, drunk from it, like a tired and wild traveler after a hot desert in an oasis, went to the bar, and, taking a cigarette out of a mint and wet pack, wanted to smoke. The lighter ignited after the third time.

“Sacred number,” whispered and shook his wet hair.

He twisted it in his hands, wondered who could bring this masterpiece. Throwing casually back, went to the window, deeply puffed on a cigarette.

In the courtyard, young mothers walked with their offspring. The shovels of the latter were knocking on buckets of sand so loudly, echoing in Alex’s ears, as if the construction battalion was digging a ditch and burying an invisible connection with the center.

“I quite often change trustees,” the conscience made a monologue with a silent ego, “but is this practice correct, what is it?”

As the cigarette smoked, the world became clearer, and a simple goal flashed in front of her eyes in huge letters: KICK OUT ALL!

I put it out, went into the corridor and shouted loudly into the space:

- Boys, girls !!! It is a new day. Love and hangover are over. And I, as a cultured and intelligent person, invite everyone to get up, drink coffee and take a taxi back into the sun’s distance - he waved his hand listlessly in the direction of the door.

A pillow flew out of the bedroom, sluggishly at his feet, like a half-blind cat crumpled by life.

- Oh, fuck ... it started - the body fell to the floor with a bang, scolded, and after a few seconds appeared before Alex.

- What do you boil since morning? Baska and so splits, - said each Tolyan, nervously turning his head.

- If only dressed cowards for decency.

“Would you even suggest finding a nicromunger knife?” And went to the toilet.

The apartment began to come to life. The girls stood up, put on make-up, trying to bring themselves into the proper form. Tolyan got dressed and helped Alex make coffee, getting under his feet and often with words.

A disheveled Slawka came out, reached for the kitchen jamb, yawned noisily, sticking out a beautiful belly in cubes, greeted the fraternity. He grabbed the first cup of invigorating drink and sprawled out imposingly on the chair.

“Yes, I’ll give everything for this cup of coffee,” he snapped his tongue and with pleasure began to drink black ambrosia.

Sly squint eyes betrayed in him Ilyich in Razliv. A smile of memories flooded her face, and her eyes went into oblivion.

Tolyan sighed and hit Alex on the shoulder:

- Thank you brother.

“Do not start,” Alex rolled his eyes and pointed to the rooms. “Madam may not like the statements.” We finish the party with morning coffee. Call you later.

When the door slammed behind a noisy crowd, Alex said:

- An old Jew wants to be left alone in a house and quietly grow grapes by poods.

He sat on the sofa, turned on the music with the remote control. From the speakers rushed jazz.Ella Fitzgerald's voice from her album “Cole Porter Songbook” snapped Alex by the breast and threw serenity upstairs, where he received his share of happiness.

- It is possible to listen forever, the order in the thoughts and the house is more important at this moment.

He examined the hall, saw on the floor a sticky, long trail of alcohol and a picture of explosive sex, stood before his eyes.

Marina's bright, moist lips were clearly arising. They settled in streams of silky kisses on his groin. Periodically, a sharp tongue popped out of his mouth and passed along its trunk, which stood as a new sign on the main highway, and clearly indicated the road to Shambhala.

Marinka could not stand the heat and strung her whole mouth, trying to swallow all this wealth, which belongs to her at that time only. At some point, she froze, and a member, having passed through a narrow neck woven from scarlet, silky and exciting bog, settled in it. The moment of utter oblivion and sweet silence. Only a breathing-out breath of Alex, filled with hoarseness, filled the space, and there came a second of reverent silence that turned time back.

Next, approach Elki. He saw the hillocks of her breasts, springing playing with lighting, a pinkish-golden slit that opened slightly as she walked. Her mother-of-pearl sponges, made of pure joy, were called and beckoned like the song of the sailors sirens. He wanted to drink their thick moisture, get into their mouths, and stay forever in the high reed of dreams.

But, she took a bottle of tequila, put her little fingers with a blood-red pedicure into his mouth. She drank a sip, and let the rest of the thin stream out of the bottle over her body. Gorgeous picture from the movie.

Tequila made its thorny path through the slim body of the diva, absorbing the smell and salt, unique to him, and poured into Alex's wet mouth, spreading in rivulets on his chin and neck. Ella laughed infectiously and drunkenly, and Alex stared unblinkingly at her gorgeous, enticing hole.

Realizing his desire, she spread her legs and crouched over his face. It smelled like the heat of a crater, spices and something elusive, enveloping it, passing through the fiery mistral of feelings, exposing nerves.

He looked at the open pussy, reveled in her perfect shape and beauty. His gun seemed to be harder, and from the pulsations it was ready to shoot into Marinka's beautiful mouth.

Alex saw white juice watering the pretty woman's lips. He hid in the center of the hole and flowed a slow river, teasing and turning him on. The male got up, sank his fingers into the elastic buttocks of the girl and sank his mouth into his pussy, his tongue licked the juice. The masculine has mixed with the feminine, forming a new mix of smell, which has spread around the room and dug a trickle right into the heart.

Ella became soft like wax, she completely sat on Alex's face and began to frantically crawl over it. The amplitude was maximum and the male's nose was involved in an orgy. Passion and heat became stronger. He devoured her crotch centimeter by centimeter. She, eager and lusty, did not feel pain, dissolving in him without a trace.

Marinka sat on a member of a wet cunt. The hole was small and narrow, Alex almost finished, but he restrained himself.

And this trinity is in tandem. Rolling up eyes and loudly moaning Marinka on a wonderful standing member. Bliss poured into her, over her, and settled in small droplets on Alex's body. Pussy, thirsty and bleeding juice, slaps in the balls and pubis Alex.

- Chvak, chvak ..

With the sound of the suction vacuum, she absorbs the penis into herself, where he, spreading through tasty dots, beats the head into the center of the universe, causing the girl to go berserk and crawl over and over again, only the muffled screams of the beast, tear down the roof of the male, who, despite sitting on his face in ecstasy Elk, hears everything. The sacred act is accomplished, and the three end up with unimaginable cries, carried off into the unknown distances ...

Alex shakes off his obsession with his head, and takes the phone. Twenty minutes later, in his apartment two women from the cleaning service are putting things in order.

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