The first went ice. The cube began its movement from the neck. The girl was covered in bumps. As during the surf the sea often caresses the sand, deepening further and further, so the hand of the waitress continued her run down the body. The decollete area, and her nipples tightened, became much larger, and this veiled visibility under the T-shirt led all the youths around the laces. The very same girl from the surging feelings could not move. Only the eyelashes trembled with excitement. The waitress went further, and the hand with ice turned out to be behind the T-shirt. The unfortunate woman twitched, trying to throw her off, but the cry: “sit straight,” and the handcuffs stopped her. Ice and cold continued on their way, leaving a wet footprint and a fever of excitement that did not dare to orgasm into the environment and shame.

“Eh, children, children ... Vasily Palych would have looked at you in a leather mask and with a shears, fucking gardener, would have looked at the fear frozen in pupils. And this is so, triggers. "

Eating the nineteenth centimeter sausage, Nonka thought about writing a guide on the topic. “BDSM in Khrushchovka. Most reproaches. Minority envy. Although already one living in the Khrushchov evoked thoughts about BDSM. Washing down the sausage with cold dark beer, she mentally stroked herself on the tummy, leaned back in her chair, saying, “good!”.

At this time, three figures were drawn.

- Good days! Would you take in the neighbors tired and dehydrated dusty highway travelers?

Nonka looked at the trinity. A girl and two young guys, twenty-five years old.

- Sit down, of course. Good evening!

The young people sat down, began to meet. The brunette turned out to be a guy of a charismatic blonde. His name was Alexey. Blonde called Sophia. Talking about the city, nodding at the camera, she waved her hands like a swan and silver bracelets bells sang on her right hand. The second guy's name was Zakhar. A short hedgehog of fair-haired hair, passed into a chic bang, standing by a palisade according to the laws of celestial mechanics from the gel. No orbit, a whiff of cosmic storms, cometas passing by would not have been able to randomly arrange beautifully lined rows. Blue eyes were radiating with inexhaustible positive energy, and Nonka, in dizziness, was subdued by him. And the voice. A soft, nocturnal baritone, in a dispute, gained a crescendo and fell with all the urine on a considerable libido of anchoman.

The company was from St. Petersburg. And their thoughts were fast, like the course of the lead Neva. The main question: - “to catch the bridges,” was forgotten and crammed.

They remembered the movie "50 shades of gray." They ridiculed the hero, who is in the subject of no boom boom.

“But the surroundings and the room were worth the attention,” Alexey said, and raised a glass of beer. - For meeting in an amazing city.

All clinked. So was the evening. In debates, intelligent statements and disputes to the foam at the mouth, merry laughter.

- I will go, I will join the topic. I want tears in my eyes and hot blows of the whip.

Zakhar got up and went to the waiter. What whispered to him hotly in his ear. He nodded his head and disappeared. He appeared a minute later, carrying a whip in his hand. Nonka carefully watched the guy, squinting drunkenly and smiling encouragingly.

Zakhar took off his pink shirt and threw it to his friends. She whistled and flew down the aisle. Sophia got up and lifted her. The guy perched his knees on a chair, and his pumped back became the envy of the boys jabbing and adoration of young girls. He winked mischievously at Nonke, and became serious, like Solomon at a meeting.

The whip whistled and struck his smooth skin, leaving a pink mark.The waiter shouted something in Ukrainian, Zakhar was silent and smiled crookedly, Nonka radiated affection, the hall was screaming and hooing. Removed on the phone and laid out in instu.

Spanking over. Zakhar clasped his hands, raised them up and shouted to the whole hall:

- Thank you, Lviv for the refined form of torture. Colors are not necessary.

They sat until the cafe closed. Drunk and funny dumped into the street. Alexey put his hand on the shoulders of his Sofia, and the couple slowly set off to the dawn. Zakhar showered jokes, setting the pickup hooks, and stringing Nonka on them. She was not averse. You are young, desirable, full of strength. Why not?

Once again, laughing at the joke, was seized by his white-toothed mouth. The kiss was long, thirsty for sex, convulsions of orgasms. His tongue wandered through the sky of the girl, intertwined with her sharp little tongue. The smell of beer, cigarettes, menthol and stagnant sperm filled the air.

He pulled the girl into the nearest dark doorway and pounced on her, bleeding with desire. Convulsions shake the Nonkino body. She wants him to shiver, without regret in this dark alley, where there is neither light nor hope to get out. Yes, and not necessary.

He turns her face to a rough gray wall. Picks up her raincoat and skirt. White thighs cross belt belts. Silk fringe of transparent black stockings is flowing, snakes and wraps around the surface of the legs. But in the dark room all cats are gray. He pulls off her panties, spreads his legs and enters with his fat cock in a warm and wet slit.

They freeze for a moment. His penis, like a hungry animal, bites into tender, supple flesh. Nonka nestles closer to Zakhar. She swings her cunt over with pink lips. His movements are fast and implacable, hammering the very bottom of the vagina, causing the female to flow and freeze in endless orgasms, then slow, as in slow-motion filming, soothing passion and curling lust.

- Oh, what a delicious bitch. Fuck you and fuck, - he whispers to her, fumbling with his huge hands on the body. Frees the breast from her bra and rubs her boobs, nibs the pea nipples, mumbling from pleasure.

Nonka in bliss. Her body filled the desire, she fucked again, again finds in this pleasure and meaning. This fat dick in her wet pussy, what bliss and drive. It is given to him without question.

- Yes, ebi bitch. Oh, how I want it. Feel it. Dolby me, ”she murmurs, choking with desire.

From her words, in the dark alley, he ends. But, she first takes out the pulsing dick from the current hot pussy, turns her face, puts her on her knees. Sticks cock in his mouth to its full length, ending right in the throat with a tight stream. Nonka gasps and drinks white, viscous sperm, licks the tongue head and releases a clean dick to freedom.

Like naughty cats they leave the gateway, holding hands and choking with laughter.

... Nonka shook her head, chasing away the obsession.

- So where are we staying? What is the nearest holiday?

Nonka opened the laptop, rummaged in the Internet and found:

- Here, the day of kissing the sixth of July. What is not a holiday? Arrange drunkenness with alcoholism, fucking, finally, festive. Better not at home. Let's go where, right tomorrow in the morning.

- Nonka, what am I going to say to Gene?

- In your ass Gena. No, he can be a good husband, but let's fuck somehow. Say that on a business trip.

“Well, if the authorities deign to confirm,” her friend muttered.

- You will come today to Matveevna, she will write out the travelers. Direction debauch give?

- Enough and travel, - Nasha snarled.

- We leave tomorrow. Train early in the morning. At the same time and sports will do. So, in touch. I will ruin everything myself. I will order tickets and an apartment.

Nonka pushed her friend out the door and began to pack on the road.

In the morning they met at the train station, took a glass of hot coffee, got into a comfortable electric train and drove to the Baltics with songs.

Before settling in the apartment, located near the station and in fact in the center of the old city, it was one and a half hours. Nonka contacted the hostess on the vibera, writing that they would come to 12, change clothes and go to the wake boarding club.

The club was seething. The suffering people went in wetsuits, preparing for the arrival in the time allotted to them, others were already riding, writing out a pretzel on the springboards .... Read more →