When he came home, he felt heavy, incomprehensible tightness throughout his body. He knew that there were many interesting things in the world, that the “State” was many times more fascinating than any woman, but he could not stop. The indomitable sexual instinct forced his thoughts to envelop with a sweet mist of hints, playful looks, half-naked bodies and passionately carrying hands behind him, he saw familiar faces, heard gentle voices, but could not, could not answer them; he would like to talk to them, but they did not hear, they, without help, attracted and forced their hand, as if by chance, to descend closer and closer, move more and more actively, and finally inflame the passion to the animal limit, jerk up, tear off unnecessary clothes and , firmly spread his legs, slightly stooping, to touch his penis, to feel the warmth of tense flesh ... You turn into a rod, looking forward; all the members relax, dissolve somewhere behind, except for one — carrying coarse sweetness of strikes on another's flesh, violence against another being, humiliation of his whole being, sobbing somewhere under you, convulsing, meekly accepted the humiliated pose of whom . And you, concentrated in one organ, lovingly press soft flesh beneath you, so that, waiting for her to half-forget her, whispered your name, trying to touch your hand more strongly, to pain, to sharply shriek to drive the member, to throw it again on your knees, squeeze and fuck.

Images of the unforgettable Arina were replaced in his head; they are suitable when you are high above the ground, when you are just coming home from the street, still remembering that pretty stranger nearby. To talk to her, to embarrass, to cause a slight smile and a question in her eyes - how nice and far away it is from a house that has turned out. It is pleasant to say goodbye to a stranger, looking with love into her eyes and kissing, you close the door with a light heart, turn the lock, stop for a moment, say the last goodbye and with incomprehensible, yet incomprehensible bitterness, twist the lock to the end, to the sound from inside, and you yourself, barely standing on your feet, you feel hot waves in your whole body ... They are annoying, they are hateful; they are indisputable and indestructible, they demand an answer, reminding themselves all the thick.

Arina ... No, Arina is not; and there is no Masha from work, hanging on all men. You would caress your dream, in passionate ecstasy you would look at the ear that appeared out from under your hair, embracing you, crying from the happiness of being near; you would have Masha, in an everyday life, not caring about her too much, or with a clouded scornful lust gazing, watching her satisfy you on her knees, groaning limply, pulling at the clitoris. But now is a time of self-abasement, from which it is impossible to get rid of; now is the time to return to the times that came to the cradle of civilization, the times when the male, having caught the female, without realizing it, savagely fucked her, squeezing her neck and pressing her head to the dirty earth, forcing her to catch the air and rise with a dirty face, beaten with her body and pussy smeared in thick mucus. Return to the time of instincts and suddenly - open your eyes, see what is happening, and experience not disgust, but passion, mixed with strange surprise, surrender to the lust that will take possession of you and make you master others. Civilization is indestructible, and you no longer want to represent someone in the place of the female; you do not want to humiliate someone - but you humiliate; you do not need a beautiful body to end - you need the darkest feeling hidden in the depths of the perverted and terminally ill nature.

But, by the way, a person remains a person, and someone should be under him. Let it be Tatiana, Tanya, which you in some sense hate.You throw her on the bed, her hair is tangled, she cries out quietly and, having not yet understood anything, straightens her hair with one hand, tries to get up, looking at you with surprised surprise. You do not allow this to be done; you are annoyed, furious, throw yourself on it and squeeze hands on a thin neck ... You never expected it to be thin, and the body under you is so weightless, beating, alive ... Trying not to think, you beat her on the cheek, tears appear on her, the maiden's grip weakens, she is weak, weak-willed, asks, implores, does not understand, but you are seized with madness, you are not attracted to her chest, you, turning her head hard, jerking, tearing off your panties, feverishly take off your clothes , you take, as a master, that which is not allowed to take to anyone, and slowly, savoring, you immerse yourself in the dicky member, to reach the end, to test his power, to loudly slap the backside of the whore, to wind her hair on the fist so that the pain will make it unnaturally arch, but still will not disappear, reminding of submission, and rhythmically, inexorably start to fuck Tanya, listening to her humiliated moans and requests, looking at her thin, weak hands, roughly intertwined and compressed, feeling the trembling of her quiet crying ... So, too, is no good; you start to love her. But who, then, will satisfy your pitiful lust?

It doesn't matter anymore; gasping, in frantic body movements, you throw your head back, move the member faster and faster, feeling its length, its hot force and - from below - the final part, the testicles beating on the body of another, on the crotch, reminiscent of a man above her, and in some a moment, pulling the flesh to the limit, splash out the accumulated seed, breathing heavily, slowly moving eyes and feeling how a member gradually becomes something soft, warm, weak-willed, alive, but foreshadowing a formidable massacre ...