all dressed like a needle, and I, you see, in one of their underwear in front of him. She pulled a suit jacket off his broad shoulders, pulled the tie closer to her. Alex laughed a little ironic: "well, come on, girl, show what you can do." On many things, Mr. Zaznayka-Prince, his grin urged on to act further. She took off her tie from her neck and slowly, unnecessarily slowly, unbuttoned the buttons of a man’s shirt, feeling like they were tense in response to my touch of his abdominal muscles with fingertips. She pulled out the shirts from the trousers, and that's the last button, just at the level of the trousers' rearing pants. She held her finger lightly on this bulging mound, Shuvalov howled softly, and the male nature jerked after the lightning of the ironed trousers.

- Mlyat, Tanya, I'll drop myself in my pants now!

“Be patient,” I whispered quietly in his ear, and I began to pull the shirt off the men's shoulders.

“Tanya, cufflinks,” grunted Shuvalov.

- Oh, sorry!

The cufflinks were gold, obviously expensive, throwing them like a jacket and tie to the floor did not allow the conscience, I had to move away from Alex to a large low coffee table, near the coffee-colored sofa, my skin feeling the hot look of beautiful gray eyes. Come on, don't be embarrassed, Tanya, don't you dare slouch, it's nice to look at beautiful women, you can understand the ardent views of the wrong prince. Turned, took one step toward the naked to the waist men. “Oh, oh, oh, this path is from the hair to the groin, I’m fooling me!” The woman was squealing with delight. Gray eyes were now thrown by steel headers, piercing my body with powerful electric charges. Shuvalov's hands without any constraint unbuckled the trouser belt, and then pulled them along with the black boxers down. Shuvalov straightened. Oh my God! The modest pianist tried to cover her eyelids and turn away, but the slag stared at the gorgeous naked man, frozen in front of me with a member sticking up. Encouraged by a wicked woman and a hooligan, on stiff legs I made a step towards this god of sex.

- Tanya! - Shuvalov held out in a low sexual whisper. - Go closer, girl.

Shaking fingers clasped a scion standing by a club. Shuvalov groaned deafly, twitching his whole body. And at all I am not a modest accountant Tatyana Lazareva, but a sexually liberated, bright like fire, Andalusian beauty. That Alex made me like that. Let him now not complain. My lips consumed with a thirst for a new kiss curved in a slightly ironic smirk, held my fingertips over the waving member and whispered Shuvalov's ear:

- Alexander Ivanovich, should I also talk about my feelings in manual mode?

Rich Buratino burst out laughing, and when my fingers clenched on his club a little more, he barely audibly cursed.

A sharp turn, and I find myself pressed against the body and face directly to the huge glass, up to the floor, panoramic window in the living room. Below was the twenty-five-floor abyss.

- No, Tatyana Nikolaevna, no manual mode. I'm on the handbrake and so was a whole bunch of time.

Arrogant male hands, under the babakhanie stereo speakers in my stomach, instantly pulled down her panties, undid the bra hooks, lowered the straps from his shoulders and threw him to hell. And I froze, paralyzed by the horror of the opening cliff ... Always afraid of heights. I am generally a terrible coward.

- Sash, I'm b-afraid!

- Do not worry, little, I'm with you, besides, there is a very strong impenetrable glass, it can withstand hundreds of flamenco dancing Tan ... Do not look down, enjoy the height, enjoy fear and sex.

- Mlyat, Shuvalov, I'm not an extremist!

- There is nothing extreme, trust me, honey.

“We can be seen,” I led another reason.

“Hardly anyone on earth will turn up his head so high,” Alex whispered in my ear, “but even if such an eccentric appears, you can only see something with his binoculars.

Skillful fingers lay on my front, found in the wet folds of the clitoris. They moved quickly, quickly, to my confused breathing, and then, on the contrary, slid slowly, teasingly. What's happening?! Again manual mode for Tanya Lazareva?

- Aaaa ...

What is the difference, he has magic fingers. But Shuvalov had other plans, soon he bent me, making it more accessible for penetration, and then carefully planted on his penis. It huddled in the web of passion, like a bird that accidentally flew into a window leaf and was now lost among these seemingly completely transparent, but not freeing, glasses.

- Feelings, Tanya, now I want to hear everything about your feelings.

Male thighs slowly moved, attacking the bosom, wedging a hot, trembling, carrying strain in my body.

- I drew attention to you when I drank coffee at the window of our office, which goes to the parking lot. Thought then, what a handsome man. I always liked the guys in suits. And, probably, almost every month, at exactly ten o'clock every morning, I admired, watching you arrive at your silver Mercedes and with a confident walk of a busy person heading for the door of your office.

Alex began to move slowly in my crotch.

- Are you telling the truth, Tanya? - and faster, deeper push.

- Truth y ...

The sky embraced, accepted me in the boundless embraces. Scary and madly hot.

“Next,” he ordered, “I ask you, Tanechka, go on,” Shuvalov asked, and the burning member slowly and evenly began to pump me up with electric impulses.

- II perceived you as a beautiful picture. They look at the movie characters like that, probably ... Ooooh, she moaned when his fingers wrapped around my breasts, squeezing nipples that had become beads.

- What happened then, Tanya? Tell-and-and ...

- And then ... ummm ... then we met in the corridor. By surprise, I dropped the paper. It’s not every day that you come face to face with a dream come true. Hmmm ... Our fingers ... he-no contact ... and I, you know, I felt a current pass through my body.

“Yes, Tanya, my girl-me-me ...” Shuvalov wheezed, gaining momentum in my crotch, “I felt it too.

- And-and ... umm ... every time we met, b-was this current.

Shuvalov stopped, letting me finish. In time, because there are still very few movements, and I can only whine.

- And that is a biker date, it was inexpressible, I flew, I - I still fly from you. You know ... you discovered new facets in me, with you I learned to be a hooligan girl, with you I turn into a nymphomaniac, ready for anything for a portion of sex.

- Frankly, I like the first one, I am delighted with the second one, - Alex joked and started moving again, and his experienced fingers lay on the clitoris.

She jerked like a disoriented bird, banged her forehead against glass. Around me, emptiness and height, endless blue sky. Strange, but now for some reason, not scary. Fear disappeared, ignited under the pressure of his passion, turned into an unbearable desire to get pleasure.

- Ltd...

Male member continued to sink deep into my crotch, magic fingers on the clitoris made a circle, then another.

- You know, Sashka, I wasn’t so good with any man, oh, oh, oh, oh ... Mmm ... And in bed I didn’t even suspect that you could feel like that ...

Shuvalov let out a long breath.

- Tanya-II, oh my! ..

The thrusts intensified.

- But you offended me. There, at the recreation center ... I treated me like a sales girl.

- Forgive, Tanya, forgive!

- P-forgave-ah ... When you kiss my lips, I feel dizzy.

- And when I fuck you, Tanya, what do you feel then ?!

- Oh, oh, oh, I explode, break up into small squares pulsing with pleasure ... ul-fly ...

And now I flew away again, right through the glass enclosed in metal frames, there, to the sky to the sun, or rather pleasure.

Shuvalov snarled at my words, hammering his dick into me, as if about to beat him up from the inside.

- Oh God, still ...

Male fingers frantically glided over the clitoris ... And the left hand of the breast creased.

- I have never felt this ... Ooooh ... Sash, you are the best! ..

The movements became even more intense, they were accompanied by my whining, his hoarse, like a heavyweight wrestler, breathing, and absolutely indecent pops of men's thighs on my buttocks.

“God! ...” I repeated again, and the glass began to tremble with me, and the sky also trembled. Inside every belly, with every push of a powerful member, tension grew, heat ran down the ridge, and in the eyes danced clouds enclosed in rectangles of steel frames.

- Still! - I asked hoarse. - Just a little bit, just a little more. Ltd!..

And I went to explode, fly into the distance, fall into the twenty-five-story abyss and take off again ..

The orgasm twisted the abdomen with a hot spasm, and then walked with hot goosebumps all over my skin ... My legs, of course, buckled, but Alex’s hands held my thighs firmly, preventing me from falling. Another shock, another tele shock from Monsieur Shuvalov. Admittedly, he is a great master of erotic cataclysms.