in front of the teacher’s desk, having weighed such savory slaps on a cheekyly sticking up rump a couple of times so that the big red pentape was permanently imprinted on the lush hemisphere. Already not sparing this miniature girl, growing three heads below him, he dug himself with a thick brutal warhead directly into the womb, repeatedly hitting the target and beating out the smacking sticky foam of their joint secretions outside.

- Kitten, I want you to cum on my tongue! - Christina quickly whimpered between the unceasing cries of passion.

He slapped her buttocks with a sweep, grabbed her pumped-up butt tightly and pulled him tightly, pushing his doe onto an impressive genital organ and causing a new furious cry.

- Shut up! - He croaked - I have not finished with your punishment!

And he continued to ram the narrow hole pulsing with another orgasm, completely not caring about her. The man took his rightly. And his woman once again went into ecstasy from the fact that he - strong, energetic, rude - uses her body for his own satisfaction ... Finally, he came out of her, anticipating the imminent eruption, and came up in front, quickly masturbating a hefty proud phallus . Christine knelt before him. With one hand, he stroked his thigh, the other squeezed and rolled large hairy balls. The first portion of the sperm came out under strong pressure, and he did not have time to send her to Christina’s mouth ready for much. A wide white stripe obliquely crossed her beautiful forehead. The girl did not even think to pull away or at least close her eyes, in dangerously close from which more and more thick lumps flopped on the skin. She only took his hand and put his hand on the back of his head. He clenched her hair in his fist and threw back her head. Christine literally milked him with her mouth, inexplicably obtaining more and more new portions of her favorite dessert. When Nikolai Ivanovich began to knock his knees from the extreme sensations of Nikolai Ivanovich, he took out his penis and continued to pour out on her face.

- Yes, Kitty! Finish me! Like this! ABOUT! Yes! You do love me, right ?!

His strained lowing was more eloquent than any answer, and that which covered Christina’s face was more convincing than any recognition ...

- Kohl, I'm here salsa ku ... And priests! Kolya!

With difficulty, Svetlana Vasilyevna slammed sideways into a rather large doorway, she pressed to a shapeless pile of what could not be called breasts, short plump fingers and translated the colorless eyes from her naked husband with a non-fallen member to the girl and holding a saggy sweaty scrotum in his hand. One eye of the girl was tightly stained with a thick white mass, different quantities of which covered most of her face, but Svetlana Vasilyevna was able to recognize her last year's graduate in her, since the sweet couple was not too far from the door. For a while, the physicist was speechless. Caught with red-handed lovers, it seemed, did not bother. Fortunately, the stop did not leave absolutely no room for maneuver and saved all those present from having to get out and lie.

- Light, do you have napkins? - Quietly asked the innocent, in general, the question Nikolai Ivanovich. Christine choked on laughter, covering her mouth with her palm. The second hand, she continued to stroke the Trudovik that stroked before an unexpected visit.

- What are napkins, Kohl? What's this?! - the question in such an obvious stage scene sounded redundant.

- Hello, Svetlana Vasilyevna! - Christina behaved like the most educated: the rest forgot to say hello, - oh! You have a mustache! - she said exactly as a suddenly-happy child, with two fingers removed the stuck mass from her eye and sent it into her mouth. Children sometimes lug in their mouths!

- Kohl, I ask someone? What it is? - it seemed that Svetulya was indignant not about what she saw, but only because her husband was not in a hurry to answer her.

Nikolai Ivanovich sighed heavily:

“This is sperm, Light,” he answered directly and honestly, “do you remember what it is?”

This Christina could not stand. She laughed out loud, burying her forehead in thick hair over a slowly drooping member. Laughing, she smacked him lower than her navel and showed a raised thumb:

- Five points, Kitten! - Christine climbed her bag, took out a handkerchief from her bag and wiped her face.

- Kitty? - in a whisper asked Svetlana Vasilyevna, tightly falling into a mental stupor, - what a kitten, Kohl?

“I will divorce you, Svetlana, I will pick up things later,” Nikolai Ivanovich said, just as calmly, “and I’ll quit school.”

It was impossible to say with certainty whether something from what was said to Svetlana Vasilyevna, who was trembling with all her chins, could only squeeze out only half of the following useless question:

- And for a long time you ... you ...

She was so sick of him ... He already wanted to answer: "One and a half hours without taking out." But then Christine approached him - beautiful, young, beloved and absolutely naked - and clinging to a hot body, she laid her hand on his chest. She turned her head towards Svetlana Vasilyevna and said in an icy tone:

“Two years, since school,” she turned to him, charmingly folding her lips with a bow. He gratefully kissed the sweet pink flower. Their lips parted loudly.

- Kohl! What are you doing? How do you get divorced? We are with you so many years of soul to soul! - on this frankly false nonsense, he did not even smile.

The position was again saved by Christina.

- Come to me, Kitty? - she offered tenderly, - we go together to the souls, and then I will prepare food for you.

- With pleasure, my love! - Nikolay Ivanovich answered with a gentle smile stroking her cheek.

- Kohl, what dushik? What cat, Kohl ?! - Svetlana Vasilyevna did not move from the place and could not give out a single meaningful phrase.

Trudovik with Christina quickly dressed. Svetuli finally realized that her legal spouse was not joking.

- Kohl, what about you? We are with you as relatives! - portraying the tenderness in her voice, Svetlana Vasilyevna replayed and lied, like a talentless actor of the provincial Youth Theater.

No one answered her. Seeing that her words had no effect on anything, she went with trumps:

- Kohl, and Kohl! I bought salsa ...

Nikolai Ivanovich laughed here:

- Keep it. I know you love.

Without even fastening his shirt, he grabbed his bag at the table, took Christine by the hand, and the two of them headed for the back door. Already closing the door to the street, Nikolai Ivanovich, with a shudder, heard in an empty classroom, surpassing itself in sickening hysteria, screamed a faded shadow from his past life: “Kohl, come back !!!”

***

For the first time in many years, he made the right choice, giving the obvious preference in favor of passionate, mutually pleasant sex with a young hot fitness model instead of the next dull evening in the company of a fat frigid witch who was eating everything in a row.

A minute later, they were chatting merrily and were already driving toward Christine, where in her heart she had twice finished from his strong member. Then she cooked him a delicious pasta carbonara, and as a dessert she licked herself right on the kitchen table, leaving one more point ahead and gaining a confident victory in the game without losers ...