The spirit captured from the figures that some devils performed. It all seemed easy, delicate and filigree. Natasha sat down on the bag-chair and opened her mouth, holding a bottle of beer in one hand, and the second phone, on which she shot moments of sports drive.

- Nonna, it's thrash! Look what gets up small! Gospidya, thank you, thank you, I went on a holiday !! Nonka, you're great! Here people are able to live! - she raised her hands with the container up, rolled her eyes and screamed into the sky with heat.

Nonka has already changed into a wetsuit. He sat on it like a second skin, emphasizing the charm of the figure: - a thin waist, elastic convex ass, poured sharp breasts, long legs with large hips. The black, as pitch-haired hair that was randomly arranged, looked like in an advertisement for “taft three weathers”, however, the wind ruffled them convulsively.

The administrator, a tall and strong guy, put his hand on her neck, and, pointing into the distance, sang something in a beautiful accent. Natasha sat on a green bag and admired a man. He reminded her of some kind of artist, but could not remember which one. Blond long hair on top is gathered into a ponytail at the back of the head, a hedgehog on the sides of the head, clipped clearly along the contour. Earring in the right ear. A gray T-shirt, tightly seated on a muscular body, slightly opened up multi-colored tattoos running along the arms. What was painted on them was not possible to consider, because they did not take their eyes off the smiling face, lips and mustache, which incredibly walked him, making the image complete. A sort of Cheshire cat with blue eyes in the top version of this century.

- “This is a man. I would like this for an hour. It is like sleeping with a glossy picture from a sports magazine. Self naked to do, and then secretly admire. No, better brag girls. Let them die of envy, bitches. ”

Nonka was handed over with love to a young instructor, he gave her a board with webbed feet, and showed how to behave in turns. Incarnate attention.

And here is the first Nonkin call. She holds her cable and waits for him to grab the rope. Yes, I went. The girl sticks her ass out, and, clutching the cable with a stranglehold, passes through the water on the board for about five meters, then releases the rope and smashes her nose into the water. The picture is still. Natasha goggled goose swan, and commented on this moment in the video chat.

Nonka does not give up. After all, she used to go forward, biting her bit and clenched her fists. Here she squeezes the board and begins a new conquest of the water element. By the end of an hour, she is circling the springboards, holding, like a ladybug, by a thin stalk of grass, by a cable. But, having made a way to two hundred meters, on a turn falls.

Tired and contented, she reclines on the bag and drinks beer with Nataha.

- Епта, such a fast electric traction, that barely kept pace. It is very untrained body, but still I endured.

- Nonka, you're great! Vaughn, kid, for the tenth time falls, driving three meters. The poor guy, persistent. Yes, of course, there is a clear contingent. I don't want to leave, ”Natashka said with her tongue.

“The level of the gods,” Nonka sneered, “of course, this administrator is handsome. But, work for men, above all, - said sadly. - Now we still sit, admire the sports bodies and beautiful people, a taxi and an apartment. Marafet and in the city, to please everyone with herself, - collapsed on a bag and set herself up to the sun.

White and black short dress, open shoulders, dark red lipstick, clearly delineating plump lips, high thin heels of silver sandals, cutting into a cobblestone pavement, bright red handbag slung over his shoulder, and an armful of men's glances sweeping his chest.What would they do with it in their fantasies? Would you stick a cock between them? Would you bite on a pronounced nipple? Would you squeeze and let go, depending on how your chest takes on its original shape? Pointed nipples on the ideally convex mountains of the fourth route. Nonka on the walk. Black sunglasses hide a playful and searching look.

A dress of spring sky-length to the knees, a golden clutch in a hand with a yellow manicure, white high sandals tied with chic soft blue bows, silk blonde hair on the shoulders, bright pink lips. Barbie came to Ken. Where are you, you bastard, get out of the casino and see not proshit house. Romantic Natasha in a modest manner on the streets of the city.

The beauties found a restaurant where meat was served. Old gramophone on the bar, faded photographs of post-war years with meek, baleen uncles in cabbage rows, a huge mirror that increases the space, green slate from floor to ceiling, where in three languages ​​a menu is written in chalk, light bulbs on wires randomly suspended from the ceiling, English speech of young people on the left, silence of the elderly couple on the right, and quiet music.

Nonka ordered steak, Natalya duck breast. Dry red wine. The girls began to wait for the order and looking at the restaurant and visitors.

- English eyes do not build.

Brought order.

- Thank.

- What is it? - Nataha asked in surprise.

“And don't shake your boobs over the dishes, stick to mashed potatoes,” Nonka showed with a knife on a plate with duck breast.

“Don't tryndy, maybe I will become a countess,” eyes to the ceiling wistfully.

- Honey. With them to have sex, problems on your head to fuck. Not only does the Queen's approval wait two days, but the paper is also endorsed in the office. Yes, in the morning oatmeal, coffee, lawn and age-old silence, and yes, the newspaper. Bored up to chest aches. Prim and sour like plum in the royal gardens. And not the fact that the man. Maybe homosexual. Remember, Nataha, boys in short shorts like boys in short shorts.

- That's always the case. Only you will rise, spread your wings, rise up and you will be fucked about the asphalt.

“It’s good that we don’t have a crush on the forehead,” Nonka laughed, eating a bloody steak, “now we can eat and drink at the Manhattan bar.” There the contingent is different, mostly young, with old perverts we have sex at home, and I don’t mind drinking a glass of young blood, and drank their wine glass.

After supper after supper through the alleys and the promenade of the old town, after taking a selfie on Cathedral Square, they moved to a bar.

The bar was in the alley. Such a good, original and bloodthirsty, as a guard at the entrance.

There were a couple of board games in the bar. The wallpaper was black, on which it is written in a different font of white color JACK DANIELS. Black board, lined with chalk on several columns. The first was a beer for 1.5 euros, the second 1.9 and so on. The second hall, separated from the first one by the bar counter, was spinning with disco lights. Played pop early nineties. Why this music gets drunk young people remains a mystery.

- We are on time, - Nonka clapped her hands, - now we will take a cheap beer, and then the people will be tightened.

The hall was filled with people as the night approached. Vampires flew and buzzed like pipes of a rolling mill. The girls sat on high bar stools. The company of 21 years old has burst in. With shouts, hooting, loud rumble. Drunk and funny. Not yet naked. Russian speech lit up a bar.

“Our contingent,” Nonka screamed in her ear.

The guys immediately noticed the girls.

- Would you make a company for young people? We have a bachelor party today. Probably tomorrow and the day after. Or already the day after tomorrow?

“I don’t know, Seryoga is keeping track of the days,” said one, and clapped the blond on the shoulder, “he is our fiance.

Nonka with Nataha moved to the guys and began to get acquainted.

- I - Andrei, this is Serega, he still has a brain and consciousness, Valya and Rodion.

- Nona.

- Natalia.

- What girls order? - Andrew was the instigator and the top manager of the company. A tall, strong, long blond fringe all the time fell on a smooth forehead, he threw it away with a gesture of a real dandy.Black t-shirt tucked into dark gray jeans with a black MUSTANG belt, lightweight suede loafers, dressed in bare legs. Cheerful joker.

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