member wet bed. Roughly pulled up to him, bending her legs at the knees, holding on the penis:

- Speak what my dick - and closed his eyes.

- Your dick is like a Turkish saber, - push into the wet slot until it stops, the eggs hit on the ass.

- He razit on pouls all pussies around his size.

Slavka removed one hand from her thigh and buried his fingers in the gap of the connected sister. First, two fingers and synchronous pushes a member into the tale's pussy.

- He feeds all pussies with his delicious sperm.

Slavka roared and continued to fuck and a member, and fingers. Further, three fingers went to the course. Four, and unhappy rolled her eyes, arched her body, beginning to squirm. Slavka’s whole hand is covered with water. But, he does not stop. Keeps "on the verge" of its captives.

- I can not already, your bent member rasherachil all my pizduuuu

She finished. Slavka took out his cobra from its raging crack and directed it to the first one.

- Well, your turn, beautiful.

He untied her one arm, lightly, like a feather turned over, and, putting cancer, began to aim dick at the rounded Caribbean ass. Oh, what a splendid view. All holes are collected in a row, boil with moisture and wait.

- Go.

He pulled her to him, conjured over the brown hole. Spread first with your finger, then walked with your head. She opened like a rose to the sun, then fearfully closing herself, his curved saber hardly entered her. Tight, narrow. But he continued the movement and quickened like a borer, delving deeper and deeper into the crowned passage. Whitish fluid poured out of the wizard, irrigating the penis and making it easy for him to enter the radiant country of orgasm.

Slavka finished in the ass, straining the consonants.

Night. Silence. A lonely cricket sharpens a mournful song, and in the distance a chained dog howls at the moon. "People make new people at night."

A year has passed. When one does not want to remember the sinful way in old age, women write: three months have passed, a year has passed, depending on the situation.

The beginning of summer was hot, exhausting and calorie-free. I had to drink only water, as in the horror film “Faculty”.

Alex still worked with fanaticism and relaxed among friends. Of course, social events were not forgotten. He was a good party for young rich girls, a recognized joker, easy enough and carefree young man to roll another passion for walking. For example, in Ibiza. Paradise of youth. Variations of travel depended on the viability of the prospective future Mrs. Corniloff.

Who liked that. He indulged the desires of another lover, and after a month or two he left. Now he was wiser. Devil's job did not give a chance to continue the novel. Gradually, interest in him faded. Years go by.

On such a hot day, Alexander Denisovich was sitting in a half-turn in front of a panoramic window. The tie knot is weakened, the legs in light moccasins are thrown on the table, the hands of the man are locked in a lock, and the reverie flows in a smooth stream from above the city.

- Alexander Denisovich, Angelica Sergeevna, - impassive voice of Karelia has sounded.

- “Who is it?” - the first question flashed in the mind. - Fuck, this is my ex. What do you want?

The pause dragged on.

- Says that on urgent business.

- Invite.

Reluctantly, he threw off his legs from the table, stood up and rested his hands on the table.

Lika entered. Alex had not seen her for a long time and thought:

- "Good devil."

- Hello, Alexander, - and gently smiled.

- What are the fates! - he spread his arms, approached her and hugged her.

She patted him on the back and quietly inhaled his scent, closing his eyes.

- I'll sit down? - The question sounded like a statement.

- Tea, coffee, cake, bagels?

“Coffee, perhaps.”

He pressed the selector and asked Karelia to bring them coffee.

“This minute,” she answered.

- Well, how's the princess's life? What are the fates of our office? - charmingly smiled.

Lika was flawless in her chosen style.Black silk jumpsuit opened a gorgeous chest, and riveted a masculine look. Wide trousers from a narrow waist flowed like an Icelandic waterfall and ended with red shoes on a huge stiletto heels. Again, the new anthracite bag Hermes.

- You look amazing.

Karelia entered and put a tray with porcelain cups on saucers on the host's table. A small sugar bowl with silver tweezers and a pair of bright yellow napkins decorated it.

When she came out, Alex asked with a smile:

- So what business brought a charming person here?

- "Jester pea" - she thought.

“You,” and smiled back.

“Everything is more interesting and more interesting,” he poured coffee into cups and served it to her alone.

- Entirely, or my professional data.

- I think I'll take it entirely. I do not need parts, - and sipped black coffee.

Alex sat down on the table in one half and put his elbow on his knee. Expensive watches shone on the stock, and brought up thoughts about a 13% tax.

- The essence of the discussion?

- I will not beat around the bush.

She took out a pack of photos from her bag and threw it on the table:

- Beautiful, I admired and envied your passionate sex.

On them, Alex was depicted naked in the process of mating with girls.

- What is the beauty, - he took a couple in his hands, - is it unnatural? Honey, you make me a great ad.

He casually tossed them on the table, and, smiling like a python, looked into her eyes.

- No, I am not in any way against your inclinations. But, this girl is fifteen years old, and this fourteen.

He changed his face.

- You did not know? Tragedy. Look at twenty. The youth has gone now. Accelerata, in a word.

“Do you want to rush with me in court?” - angrily looked at her.

- No, I want to marry you.

Loud laughter in the face was her answer.

“Don't be so upset, dear,” he choked on a laugh.

- Ok, laughed and that's enough. Here, - she took out the sheets of paper with numbers.

- What is it?

- Your offshores, pumping money from the country "great" people and just thieves in law. Caribbean. Dates of receipt, loss of accounts and voila offshore. Sinners lie to themselves, their sides warm. I am not strong in this matter, but I think this interesting fact of your biography should not be hidden from the General Prosecutor. Yes, we will not be measured by pussies (oh, did I say that?), Whose dad is cooler.

Alex was looking through the papers. Not candy wrappers, and compromising. Hacked.

- What do you want in exchange?

- Marry.

- Can I think?

- Yes. Exactly a minute. Time has gone.

Alex looked with interest at the former, how she drinks coffee, how she sits evenly, even if you send aristocrats to the Vienna Ball. Smart and ambitious. Exactly what is needed.

- I agree. This Saturday.

- Not now.

Raised his eyebrows.

She phoned and invited to go Galina Sergeyevna.

A heavy aunt from the registry office came into the office.

- Quickly, however.

“What you won't do for a loved one.” Separation was delayed. Do not you find Get down to formalities, Galina Sergeyevna.

Galina Sergeevna straightened the pink curtain dress and proceeded to the ritual.

- Dear, your passport is in a briefcase. This is me just in case.

There were wedding rings. Marriages signed in a tolmud, and sealed the marriage with a kiss. Galina Sergeyevna put the stamps in the passport and withdrew with a light step.

Lika stood in front of Alex. Tightened tight tie on his neck:

- Keys, husband. I still have to carry things and today our guests are close people. My parents, yours and a couple of three friends. Yes, you can invite Tolyan and Slavka. And pull yourself together. We have big plans, the future deputy.

She took a bunch of keys, turned on her heels, trousers began to play up predatory, and left the office.