1. Alex's way. Part 1
  2. Alex's way. Part 2. Romantic
  3. Alex's way. Part 3

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Alex returned to the office and called Karelia Lvovna:

- Karelia Lvovna, from tomorrow I'm on vacation. Sysoev remains the main. I will call you. In case of emergency, here is a new phone and secret number.

He gave her a brand-new Samsung, in which only one number was hammered.

- Well, Alexander Denisovich.

He collected the necessary documents, folded them in a briefcase and left.

The next day, early in the morning, flew to Australia in business class. Vacation began, and the problems were left behind.

After spending a month wandering over a huge mainland, Alex, renewed, as after a reboot, and tanned, returned to his homeland. Previously on business visited the Bahamas.

He called Karelia. She greeted him. Joy in his voice, the prodigal son has returned home. And wish a successful weekend. Everyone missed their boss, especially the loyal secretary.

Made a couple of work calls. Having said that everything goes on its own.

I called friends, offering to meet in the country in the cottage.

- Hi, Tolyan! How are things with an IT person?

- Oh, well, finally. Waited for you, sir.

- Would you like to pass the time with a tanned man? I think we'll start today. I'm out of town, I'll cook everything while you're out there with Slavka in the office. With you girls. How did I miss my gang, - Alex rubbed the top of his head and grunted with pleasure.

- Noticed, old man. We will be to 9.

Having washed, changed clothes. I collected the necessary things and rolled out on a hot day. He rode on his typewriter, which rumbled from pleasure. "The master is back!"

On the way to the cottage I drove into the supermarket. Two carts with food and drink. Weekends were supposed to be long and enjoyable.

The house, with a hectare of land, stood on the outskirts, surrounded by old spruce fir trees and rustling alder trees like maracas. He belonged to his client, who lived and worked in another country, and left the keys to the house to him.

- Live and conquer.

With these words departed.

Alex rarely used the house, it was not up to him. But in moments of meeting with friends, in the summer, it was exactly what was needed.

Firewood burned in a brazier with a bang. A huge table in the gazebo was covered with a snow-white tablecloth.

Five minutes to nine arrived Tolyan and Slavka on their warhorses. Tolyana salon filled three ladies, Slavka remained true to the number two. Friends greeted, hugged and presented their ladies. Tolyan brought Lenka again, apparently she occupied his heart for a long time and irrevocably.

While the men were engaged in meat and conversation, the ladies cut up salads, and inspected the premises of a huge house.

- You disappeared so suddenly, we hesitated with Slavka to look for you. While Karelia did not deign to say that I had rushed off on vacation.

“We had to rest,” Alex bellowed.

- Tired of life storms? Or dragged from the right?

- Well, I do not remember who it is, if that. And yes, rest and affairs were resolved by some. Well, what about you? I watch Tolyan, you take Lenka with you. No way?

- The main thing is silent and satisfies. Without straining a woman.

Everything is ready and an honest company sat down at the table.

Fun, laughter, toast to everything in the world.

- Tolyan, what a red Naduha?

- Some kind of new friend Lenka. Like the third year graduate. Throw yourself and ask - he slapped him on the shoulder.

The party gained momentum. Imperceptibly, all were divided by interests. Alex was telling Nadia and Lenka about Australia. Tolyan, with new Valeria, left for the house. Slawka was pleased with twins.

Nocherelo, and imperceptibly Alex was left alone with the red-haired Nadya. She was very young, mostly silent, and with surprised round eyes, looked at him. He was in shock. He recited to her poems of the early “Krovostok” and the late Ilya Reznik, sang something from Linkin Park, wrote quotes and even played the last episode of “Borodach” in their faces.

Further, he suddenly cleared the table with one stroke of a strong hand, laid out a girl on it, promising to throw the whole world at her feet. And spread them.

There was no prelude. He drove a member into her dry bed, previously a narrow strip of panties was torn off from her milk narrow hips. Skirt zadran on sunken belly. The only grease was a transparent drop, speaking on his head.

Nadya was mute and submissive, which inflamed him even more and drove him insane. He tore off her white T-shirt, and small breasts, framed by delicate pink nipples, rushed to meet him. Black mole under the right breast in the form of a trefoil, made him mad. Alex bent down and clutched his mouth into the velvet skin. Then he sucked the nipple with his mouth and began to suck out the juice, with such zeal that the girl was hurt, and she pushed him away.

Then he growled like a lion in the savannah, and turning it backwards, he again entered with a swing into the girl’s already wet slit, and fucked the torn and obedient body. Only the eggs pounded around, disturbing the many years of sleep of the trees.

He finished loudly, shouting about his victory, like a gladiator, tormenting the delicate ear of the emperor and the carcass of a dead lion. Nadia, her head buried in the table. On the legs, dressed in bright red clogs, flowing its clear juices, tucked in with white viscous sperm. Flying a few seconds through the orange alleys of bliss.

- "The truth about the man, like a tattoo, is visible either in the bed or in the morgue."

Slavka had everything simple and mundane, as in German porn. He pissed off his posh ass on a wicker chair made by hardworking Asians, there was no monocle, I had to look at what was happening with a certain amount of skepticism. When the music got louder, his eyes half-closed, and his mind grew dull at once, he pulled out his crooked member, starting to masturbate.

The large bedroom was lit up by the dim light of Italian lamps. On a huge bed twins were kissing. Initially, their movements were measured and sensual. They stroked each other's elastic breasts, which stood out from the heat. To give spice and piquancy to the action, one spread the second breast with honey. Now she licked his lips and sharp tongue.

I passed along the areola, licked my nipple and sucked it in my mouth. At the same time, her hand gently stroked her sister's belly, and slowly went to the hot pussy, which was devoid of hairs and resembled the tender flesh of the girl.

The second, with closed eyes, silently absorbed the growing pleasure and moaned weakly.

That hand got to the pussy and squeezed the pubis, resulting in a feeling and obdayaya delight possession. The bright mouth of my sister stuck in the white pussy, leaving traces of lipstick. His legs were thrown over his shoulders, and his hands clung to the agony in the snow-white sheet. She licked her sister with her tongue, bit from the desire spilled in her, sponge and clitoris.

Further, heated room, Slava and wine glass with juice on the bedside table.

Then she pulled back and put two fingers into the wet slot, and left her thumb on the clitoris. Holding this property in her hand, she figuratively introduced her sister into a devilish orgasm, and she, spreading her legs, tried to implant herself on her hand, twitching involuntarily, like a golem, announcing the quietness of a modest farm with her loud moans.

Slavka could not bear the bog of sex into which he was being pushed. He undressed, folded neatly his underpants to show off the picture and fiery slippery pussy that opened before his eyes, took a silk scarf and a leather white belt, extracted from the low ebony of the closet, and went to the sisters, against the wind, like a cheetah to disturb the dance of gazelles.

He took one hand of her sister, silently beating her fingers in orgasms, tied it in a knot and secured it on the headboard. Came over the other side and did too. The victim did not resist. The acuteness of the game gave her imagination a sharp shape, and she began to flow like birch sap in early March.

He jumped onto the bed and, seizing the active hair, stuck to her mouth with his own. His tongue wrote circles, framing her palate with his taste. I threw it near the first. Two beautiful concubines in his hands. How to start?

He spread his legs active and entered her demanding ... Read more →

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