he worries, his dick falls down a little at times - this is gentle, the main thing is not to jump out. He holds me with one hand on the waist, his hand is good, strong and not rough. Another he rests on the wall, giving our design plastic stability. Mitya begins to really like me, Mitya is caring, diligent, I like his face - skewed from passion, with closed eyes. Freckles near the nose wrinkled from love. He is great. Mitya starts to like me. The thought comes down slowly from my head, my heart starts to beat, the stomach somehow childishly rejoices, stiffens, my chest hardens, it all reaches the perineum, the clitoris, and the hell with it with the clitoris, comes to the very depths of the pussy. Everything, I finish, I jerk a couple of times not very much, then a couple more times, I try, that is, not to twitch, but it doesn’t work, so I start again as if from a bombing, I grab hold of this wonderful waiter Mitya with his erotic freckles, which I don’t see because she closed her eyes and a little bit like that screaming from all this fucking. We drop the jerk cover! Rumble and fragments. Mitya is frightened; undoing occurs, he writhes and ends up somewhere in his underpants. TA-dah! Success! Whoever fucked in an environment as close as possible to combat would understand me. Especially those who settled scores for treason.

Slightly wet, we simultaneously roll out of the toilet. I have a face like I just had a fuck in the toilet. I pay off Mitya with shaking hands, but I leave a big tip to spoil Mita's high even more. This is my revenge for sympathy for him. And I turn off Kildym. Girlfriends in ahu. It is too early. Sonia Schneider and I are going to my house with bouquets and packages. Then you know: I'm crying in the shower.

Late morning a noisy, already daytime, reassured boulevard through an open window roared with holes through the curtains and buzzed in the kitchen with a coffee grinder in the hands of Sony Schneider. I presented barely thick Sonya's bare feet standing on the floor, presented a coffee grinder in her hands - Sonya's strong hands with a short manicure could have looked like men's, if not for their resolute femininity. “Quietly come up, hug the back and pull pubis to her ass. To the ass, “- I thought, and moving to the edge of the bed, I suddenly felt blissful peace of mind in the lower abdomen. It was a feeling of complete happy peace. Then I turned on my side, pressed my knees under my chin and squeezed my pussy. It was wonderful. Everyone is talking about eroticism of desire, of excited yearning, anticipation, anticipation; They talk about how they dream of fucking, how wonderful the orgasm, creak, moans, bites and expensive gifts of fans. But no one talks about erotica of full, warm and dry satisfaction, when she doesn’t want pussy, but she is so good, so nice, so lovingly-gentle that it is just lovely. Satisfaction is not the absence of sexual feeling, nifiga, it is his best and most perfect form, the fucked person experiences the best erotic emotions of pleasure aftertaste and relaxation. Oxytocin is said to be the cause of everything. Please nzdorove. The pathway is oxytocin. Love saturation is what matters, for the sake of it all the inconvenience, worries and risks, long correspondence, calls and sighs under the moon. Quiet happiness in the whole body, peace in the soul. Peace in the shower. Rest, fuck, in the shower! Fuck up!

- Kill the reptile! - I shouted, - Mishka - fucking idiot! Kill him!

- Call Mishka, - the coffee grinder became silent, and Sonka drove into the doorway, sliding slippers on the parquet. It turns out that she was wearing my slippers and a bathrobe. Her muzzle was sleepy, but quite a nothing. I did not answer, threw my nose into the pillow and lurched. Felt that she sat down on the edge. She kissed my ass. I covered my head with a blanket. Under the blanket, I heard an electronic whine, through the blanket, through this jealousy of mine, offense, through my disgrace and horror, it slowly comes to me that Sonya on my phone calls him. She does not know what is the matter.She can't imagine this nightmare, a keyboard player with my photo, Mishka and Yakut. I hear Sonkin's voice: Hi-hi ... Sonya ... no ... talk to her, - and he puts the phone in my pillow. I can not speak, I hear: Hello, birthday girl! I love you. Did you like my sticker? - I am completely stunned by Mishkin's swinishness, I can not understand anything, I begin to present some kind of sticker on his cello - a naked Yakut woman with a “Proshmindovka” tattoo in gothic type just above the pussy. Bear is breathing something in Yakutia, I don’t really understand what. He too. - I seem to have done something wrong. Okay. I just wanted to remind you about Chikita. You sent me a photo of my beloved priests, I tell you, Chikita.

“I love you, idiot,” I suddenly shouted to myself and pressed him to hang up. I laughed and sobbed. Sonya looked at me carefully and brought a glass of water: you fucked, - she told me.

The point is that our “Homemade” nickname for his and I was his dick was Chiquita - in honor of the brand of bananas. Yes, Mishkin's thick, stupidly fucking shit was the female name Chikita. In short. It was not a stranger member with a mole, it was his native dick with a banana label Chiquita. He stuck a banana sticker on his dick. He reminded me of the best of our fucking watches, when the female name of Chikita seemed to soften the pathos of fucking, relieve the tension of the awkwardness of the “fight of the sexes” and much more. And I didn’t see - the picture flashed all the time - what would you figure there.

“Well, I guess it’s, I’ll go,” Sonka said, “you make the coffee yourself.” You fell in love, I have nothing to do here.

“Nichrome, I didn't fall in love,” I grumbled, “I love Volodya.”

- Right now this is the thing you understand what you just said?

- No, - I gave up, - I do not understand. I love Mishka. I love him fuckin, you know?

- Oh, yes, I read. Even in the movie I saw in the cartoon. It happens, not ssy. So it happens: a girl fucks with him, fucks, fucks, fucks, then once, suddenly! - fell on the ears. Love is an insidious thing.

- Sonya, I went to hell.

- You drink some water.

- For you.

- Lehaim! Be you
(This unfinished story breaks off, because I’m too lazy to write further. Again, the pathos will increase as an erection in a teenage teenager. Do you need it?)