and fingers stroked lips. Moistening them with saliva, she put her hand to the crotch and began to caress herself.
These fingers knew what to do, they were always at the right time, in the right place.
Their movements were accurate, and the pressure was never weak or excessive. Their masterly dance gave pleasure and woke up a sweet languor. The warm wave quickly originated in the lower abdomen. The stars danced in her closed eyes.
Sensing the approach, Kira grabbed her teeth into the pillow. She was cramped, her thighs clenched while holding her hand inside. When the wave subsided, she rolled onto her side, pulled her knees up to her stomach, still holding her hand, and buried her face in the pillow.
Tears flowed from his eyes.

Reassured, she threw a robe and quietly, so that no one would wake up, went into the bath.
After taking a shower, she wiped herself dry with a towel, and after she got dressed she went out into the kitchen. Heated a kettle, poured into a large mug of strong tea and went out to the loggia.

Kira looked at the flickering lights of the night metropolis, puffing on a cigarette and sipping hot tea. She loved bergamot tea, and always drank it before bedtime.
It is not known where it came from a strange feeling, or rather a premonition. Something must happen soon, but that's what is not clear. Even it is not clear, good is something, or bad.

After putting out the second cigarette butt in the ashtray, Kira returned to the kitchen, put an empty cup in the sink and went into the bedroom.

Climbing under the blanket, she turned the wet pillow over, and curled up comfortably and closed her eyes.

The stars spin in slow dance

And between the stars, a blurred, human figure danced.

She had no face.

The ugly trill of an alarm clock snatched it from a cozy dream. Five more minutes, okay, okay, three ... two ... well, one minute you can.
No, this reptile, he will never shut up, so it will be a bastard to ring the bastard until she gets up and breaks this sadistic invention against the wall. Tell me, in whose perverted mind came the ingenious idea to create IT. If you collect all the curses against this sadyugi, then he will be hiccupped in the next world until the second coming, and after that too. Until the end of time. Amen.

Leshke is good, even though the guns have fallen, she will sleep like a baby, and she has nothing to do with a clear conscience.
Lawyers are with her, in general, the tension. She, conscience, cannot get along with the professional ethics of a corporate lawyer.

Kira sighed in anguish, reluctantly got out from under the blanket, got to the dressing table and turned off the reptile with pleasure.

Throwing a sorrowful glance at such a heated, cozy family nest, she sighed again hopelessly, pulled on a dressing gown and went to the kitchen.

She deliberately set the alarm for half an hour earlier, so that there was time for the buildup.
The habit of starting the day with a cup of the strongest coffee and three cigarettes became mandatory for Kira for a long time. And no attempt to move to a healthy lifestyle did not help. Without the usual morning doping, the wet chicken, after having been tormented for a couple of days, returned to the routine that had been settled over the years.

Having fed the family with breakfast and loading instructions, Kira showed off her daughter and her husband, Alexey always drove Dasha to the school by car, and finally left alone ..

Now you could take care of yourself. Cyrus Cosmetics did not abuse, the layers of plaster were not for her. Tonalka, a little look, a little lipstick, that's all.

The eternal feminine question, what to wear, when there is nothing to wear. The fact that there is no place in the closet, it does not matter, there is nothing to wear.

Today, Kira chose a black narrow skirt just above the knee and a lilac blouse.

Putting on her shoes and throwing on her raincoat, Kira left the apartment.

“Good morning, Kirochka. To work?"

“Good morning, Uncle Gosh. Of course, as usual. And you hello, Horace. "- Kira patted on the face of a hefty marble dog. He, at the sight of her, happily waved his long, thin tail.
A well-dressed gray-haired man of about fifty, coming out of the elevator with a dog, greeted Kira.

“Walked Horace. “Kira said and added to herself. “And why he always sticks out, even indecently like that. Although some dogs have propriety. And the size of that hoo. "

“Yes, Kirochka. Good weather. The dog was running enough. An hour and a half walked. Well, have a nice day, Kirochka, a neighbor opened the door of his apartment, and let the dog inside.

Kira left the porch quickly headed for her car. She opened the door of her pegeotic., Peugeot 206, and threw the bag on the seat.

"Hi Cyrus."

“Hi, Rod. “She greeted Rodion, an old friend of her Leshka, who lived through the porch from them. Rodka was something like a family friend, without any double sense of the concept. Although they were even steaming together in a bath, and more than once, and for an adult, “without panties”
At first, Kira was embarrassed, but then she lost her temper, because Rodion was with his wife too, and then he divorced and for five years now she has been kicking with a baby. But he cares little, he has enough women., He is a prominent man, his business. car prestigious, enviable party in general, here and hover around the hunter for a beautiful life. Only he, the second time, no longer wants to attack the same rake. And with Dasha, they generally do not spill water ..

Taxied from the parking lot, she drove up to a metal lattice gate and blinked headlights.
The guard Vitya, a strong, stocky man of about forty, who has been working in their house for so many years, and who knows all the tenants as peeled, greeted her and pressed a button, the grille went off to the side. Kira left the fenced yard on the streets of Moscow ..

Parked her pet in the familiar place, Kira walked to the porch of the office center, where the apartments of their office were located. Climbing up the marble steps, she walked through the revolving glass doors and entered the hall.

Kira was loaded into the elevator with a crowd of office plankton and climbed to the sixth floor.

There were a lot of people in the elevator, and she felt a man behind her, as if she was accidentally rubbing against her ass, she didn’t want to raise a scandal, but when she felt her five on her buttock, she couldn’t stand it, looking back at the idiot, who dashed away from her like the plague.
Similar adventures with her, as well as with other women, in these elevators, at rush hour, were not something out of the ordinary. Scandals were rare, the majority of victims suffered, sometimes shuzhali especially shabby, and some grinned with pleasure.

Getting out, she faced Anton with a nose to nose, a short, round, thirty-year-old bun, always rushing around the office with some kind of papers, energy always beat him over the edge ..

“Cyrus, hello. I threw prices on the table. You do not immediately throw them in the trash, and then the boss will see, go bankrupt. "

“Hi, Tosh. Be sure to hang on the wall, and I will pray to them. "

Anton waved his hand and rolled on.

Having flown into the office, she almost knocked Volodya out of the sales department; she probably came running again to Lariska, he is constantly spinning around her, lyuboff.

“Kir, I have coffee, will you get one?” Asked Dima, who was sitting at the next table.
“Yeah, with cinnamon. Thank. “Dimka, a twenty-six-year-old boy, secretly, well, he thought so, in love with Kira, also an open secret to me, joyfully rushed to the door. He was always looking for a reason to please the subject of his sighs, which sometimes literally drove Kira out. But at the same time, she used his services, without the slightest twinge of conscience. And the boy, by the way, was very cute, even if he was short and skinny, but his eyes ... Eyes of rich blue color, were in harmony with thick wheat curls, that if she were younger and not married ...

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