turns up. "

“Irish, well, why are you? She is a child at all. And I do not eat children. Am. "

“A child, of course. We know these little children. You don’t have time to look back when you get under the table. ”

“Not nonsense. Okay, I'll go rinse. "

Shah got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He went into the shower and turned on the water.

Lather, washed away the foam, and the shower door opened. Ira quickly slipped into the cabin and closed the door behind her.

“Thought hid, will not work. Shah, let me wash you ”Shah did not object.

Ira soaped him again, her hands slipped on wet skin, soap suds flaked him. Caring, gentle hands dived into these soap drifts, they stroked and caressed, rubbed and tickled their claws. She turned his back to her, and began to soap his back. His hands felt a scar, then a second, a third showed up on his thigh. Difficult he had a life, oh uneasy. After all, each of these scars, it is Death that passed by and touched him, with the very tip of its scythe. At least three times. But she has not yet fully studied his body. And not all meetings with the Reaper, leave visible traces.

Ira pressed her chest and stomach to his back, and began to slide her body over the soaped skin of a man. Her breasts were rubbed on slippery skin, going down from his ribs to the lower back, and lower to his buttocks. Squatting, she rubbed them with her palms, marveling at the strength of the muscles that had stiffened under the wet skin. She washed the soap flakes out of the shower and turned her face to her hands, or rather his face was higher, but right before her eyes, there was a raised member again. She smiled. What an insatiable. Starved, poor, well, help this trouble easily. She is near, very close. Squeezing a little gel into her palm, she began to soap her subject. Her hands slid along the trunk, pulling the skin off, gently stroking the head, carefully rubbing the leather pouch of the scrotum. Under deft fingers, the subject was crepe and masculine. Warm trickles washed away the remnants of soap suds, and the object appeared before her eyes, in all its glory.

Ira opened her lips and clasped their heads. She began to gently suck her, gradually plunging the penis into the depths of her mouth, tongue caressed the trunk, inviting him to continue the exciting journey. Ira decided now to go to the end, she wanted to try, and what it tastes like, this man. She met with those who she hoped would become her man.

Shah sixth sense caught her desire, and strongly supported such a useful undertaking.

He put his hands on the wet hair of the woman, and began to caress her nape, turning over wet strands with strong fingers, strands slipped between them, he again caught these slipping away like living curls, and was happy with his happiness. He is finally at home, with him a woman with whom I want to live my life, to love her every day, every moment. Enjoy her body, her warmth, her love. Good.

Ira was moving along the trunk, then in fact swallowing him, then freeing herself from captivity of her greedy lips. She felt the excitement growing in her. Previously, this did not happen to her, in principle, she didn’t love to suck, she wouldn’t like that very much, but she would never refuse to pamper the peasant with a light blowjob. But now, now she felt something more, for the first time she was on the verge of an orgasm, and from that, from a blowjob, God, this man was perfect for her. It was just her man.

Cum filled her mouth and she was in no hurry to swallow it. She held in her mouth this living miracle that carries within itself, Life itself. The taste of HER men, she liked. She swallowed everything up to the drop, and rather licked her lips, looking into his eyes.

“Oh, you are a delicious Shah. Okay, you go, and I'm here ... I will wash in general. “Ira licked the last bit of sperm, speaking on the head, smacked her mouth and swallowed it, and kissed the head affectionately.

Shah grinned and walked out of the shower. He walked into the bedroom, glanced at the circling bra hanging from the chandelier, grunted with satisfaction and went to the window. The window in the bedroom was huge, almost to the floor. Friends bought this apartment as a gift for release.His share in the holding was equal, and for ten years the amount accumulated on his personal account was considerable. The cottage is near Moscow, and the second is near Sochi, he has not yet seen, but soon he will definitely go there ... Together with Ira, and her boy. It will be necessary to make friends with him.

Shah opened the window and lit it. He stood naked by the window on the 24th floor, smoked and watched the stream of cars slowly creeping below, shining headlights and flashing colored lights, colorful neon advertisements, then flashed, then faded away, that in an instant it would catch fire again. This crazy city never seemed to sleep, its night lights were in perpetual, unstoppable movement, And Shah looked at this meltseness, and smiled. A gray smoke, translucent, curly, blurry streams flowed into the slightly open transom.

Ira came up to him from behind, and clasping her torso of his man, pressed her head to his chest. Shah with his free hand, hugged his woman’s shoulders. He went a long and difficult path, and her way, was not at all covered with roses. In each of them, in the past there was something to remember, there was something that I wanted to forget, and let the past remain the past, you shouldn’t dig in it, because we live here and now. These two are entitled to happiness. So let him get it in full.

Ira, not knowing where she came from, realized that today's night was not in vain, the seed of a new life lay on fertile soil, and in due time ... But this is a completely different story.