will cry out. But what could he do?
“No one loves me,” Veronica’s voice sounded tears. She sat slouched over the bucket, thin hands slowly stroking the dirty potato, looking for black eyes on it.
“You still have a mom,” touched, Andrew smiled, exuding kindness.
“I don't communicate with her,” the minx pouted.
- Why?
- She called me a bad word.
- What?
- Shalava.
Andrew straightened in his back, looked intently at the impenetrable face, bent over the bucket. Do not joke, as always? No, she didn't seem to be joking.
“You still have to make up and be friends with your mother.” You don’t have anyone else besides her, ”he said as if apologizing for all slow parents and parents.
- Do you also think that I'm a slut? - Veronica raised her eyes. Her lips trembled expectantly.
- Why did you decide? - Andrei smiled in paternal paws around his eyes.
- Well, just asking.
- No, I think you have such a temperament.
- Which one?
He involuntarily reduced his eyebrows, choosing a word.
“Quick,” he said uncertainly.
In the eyes of Veronica flashed evil lights.
- Do you have a quick temper with Nastya? She spat out caustically.
Andrew confusedly turned his eyes to the pan under his feet.
- This is Nastya told you? - he asked.
- Do not be afraid, I will not tell anyone. What do I care who gets fucked? Nobody likes me anyway. Are you really afraid that Uncle Misha will find out? - Veronica hard minted words like sandpaper, biting into someone else's secret.
- Wouldn't you be afraid? - Andrei's jaw slid to the side, lips nervously parted.
“And what will he do to you if he finds out?” - The evil beast whimsically harnessed.
Andrey nervously grinned.
“I have already thought about this, but so far nothing comes to mind,” he said.
- Do you want me to say? - Her childish voice rang intimidatingly.
Andrew involuntarily shivered.
“Well, tell me,” he threw the unfinished rotten potato into the pan. What is the use of it now?
- He will tear off your eggs and put them in the throat. For the fact that you have seduced and fucked his beloved daughter, - Egoza shouted out the words. Her imagination painted a vivid picture, which he immediately presented in his head.
"Yeah! - he thought. “Better not tell.”
Andrei sighed. Veronica, triumphantly triumphant, jumped to the sink.
“Now you have only one way out,” she said mysteriously, turning around.
- Which one? - he threw a critical glance towards the blackmailer.
“Cover,” she said, eyes bulging.
“What kind of cover?”
- And you do not guess? - Veronica flew up to him, danced around.
- Not.
- You have to leave Nastya and take care of me so that Uncle Misha thinks that you are in business too. So that. The cover is called - she jumped behind his back, breathing in his neck. He had never been more disgusted than now.
“I may not want to leave anyone,” he growled.
- Then just take care of me, - she jumped forward, danced like an eyesore.
Andrei sighed.
- And how should I deal with you?
“Well, like all men,” the minx gave an eyebrow. In this they were similar to Misha: he winked, this eyebrow twisted.
“This is where the two boots of steam are,” thought the Suns.
“Well, you seem to be friends with Mikhail,” he said with a sly one, squinting.
- First of all! - Veronica goggled, stretching in a smile. - And Kate your same word said. Do you have a family so always “friends” when fucking?
Andrey laughed.
“We have no family in our family,” he quickly became sad.
Finally, the potatoes were peeled.Putting it in the fridge, Andrei washed his hands, began to peel the onions for the salad. Veronica danced all this time in the kitchen, inventing something else to entertain her fast temperament.
- So are we going to be friends or not? - capriciously she stretched.
Andrew thoughtfully led his ear. The girl behind his back was not joking, she really strongly demanded an audience. What should she complain to Uncle Misha?
- Well, let's go. Then you take offense that your mother calls you slut, - he gritted his teeth, throwing off the towel.
Turning around, he met Veronica’s contented eyes.
“I am not offended,” she said, smiling softly, like a fox. “Besides, you will like it, but I won't say anything to Nastya,” her brows took off.
“I have no doubt,” a grin "on his mind" froze on his face.
She took his hand and pulled him upstairs. Andrew, with a heavy soul, climbed the stairs, pondering whether he was doing the right thing. But nothing better came to mind.
- Will you call me "daughter"? - Veronica stopped in the middle of that very room, where just yesterday he knew the joys of love with Nastya. Turning to face Andrei, Veronika opened her arms expectantly. Apparently, she hoped that he would immediately throw at her.
- Not.
“You are not my daughter,” he thought. - Shalava sub-fence! "
“And Uncle Misha calls,” the girl put out her lower lip. “Then may I call you daddy?” - her brows soared again with hope.
“No,” his stern look walked around the child figure of the blackmailer.
“I will, anyway,” she whispered languidly.
“Take off your clothes,” he ordered rudely.
“Yes, daddy,” said Egoza, with a fool in her voice.
Veronica in two seconds took off her shorts, panties and T-shirt. Smiling like a fool, she tiptoed to Andrei, clutching her groin with her right hand. Her laughing eyes were looking down at him, she would have wanted to reach him with a kiss, but he was taller than her head and made such decisions himself.
However, feeling the growing erection, Veronica squatted down in front of him, pulled off his shorts with shorts. The member, released, began to sluggish lethargic sausage. Andrei was looking down, covering his eyelids. His breathing became deep, slowed. How would he like to forget, so as not to feel the betrayal, which he undoubtedly committed towards Nastya. Yesterday he swore love to her, and today a naughty mouth of a blackmailer is diving on his dick.
The young beast acted confidently, unchained sucking bringing Andrew to full readiness. Her lips, curled into a ring, measured on the head, swaying, tongue scored chechetku. With her hands she stroked the straightened trunk, weighed her hairy testicles, slightly pulling them off. She was keen and rather purred cat. Andrew, putting his hand on the small head of the girl, arched up in the back, began to pound the round mouth with light points. He funny zachvyakal, zatlyupal. Then he grabbed Veronica by the ears with two palms and pulled it hard on the penis. The barrel is almost completely hidden under the lips.
“Well and a throat! - flashed the thought of Andrew. - Broken pelvis.
With a slight movement, he grabbed Veronika by the hand and tipped his stomach on the bed. With laughter she complied, twisting her skinny ass in the light. The virgin she had been shaved smoothly, only a narrow pinkish slit with the tender swelling of the labia indicated the place of the sight. He rolled the condom and with force drove the stake into a tight pussy, elastic buttocks knocked on the pubis, dispersed under pressure.
- Aa, - a merry moan broke out from Veronica. She crawled even here, throwing her ass on the dick. Having risen in her arms, she bent her skinny waist, exposing her ass to Andrei’s aggressive blows. She seemed to like her hard and fast. Solntsev switched to a dumb fuck, he felt a grudge and anger at the young blackmailer. In addition, the recent experience with the punishment of Nastya Korchagina for some reason told him that it was necessary to act this way: roughly and categorically.
Turning the minx on his back, he fell on her with all the power of a 100-kilogram body. Having beaten a member, he lowered his forehead to the bed, clasped his shaking thighs beneath him, grasped and loaded his hands with force, pushing a narrow basin with a tight hole in the middle onto the member. It was a soft bottomless pelvis. He tore and metal, which only increased the rales of fun, published by Veronica. Suddenly, she began to grunt, scored heels on his buttocks. She was clearly assured of laughter, and yet she held on, fighting with the lust that gripped her with an ugly grimace. As well as he, she gave herself to passionate action, apparently imagining herself as the leader, not the slave.
- Yes, yes, like this! - she moaned theatrically, shaking him on the back. - Yes, daddy.
“Shut up,” he croaked into the pillow.
- Oink oink! - she squealed. - I'm your piggy.
Her wheezing under his ear again made him impatient. He flew over and turned her back on his stomach. Immediately flew and nailed a bony ass. Minx sprat bent on the bed, she squeaked, groaned under the merciless pressure. Andrew finished off an orgasm, unwilling to attack due to the inconsistency of the desired with the real. Grasping Veronica with two hands on his shoulders, he saddled her ass and collapsed with wild force. She turned on a thin, confused siren:
- Aaaa! Yes Yes! - She responded to every particularly accurate blow to her hips.
His cock finally froze insensible numbness, the point of no return was passed, but the fall into the abyss was postponed due to circumstances beyond Andrei’s control. He hovered, bleeding to death, animal torture leading up to the end. Slowly, as if under the pressure of an internal pump, the barrel stiffened, relaxed, and then again repeated its curved shape with a horn. Veronica's bosom beneath him eagerly received scant expressions of love.
Fell to the wall, Andrei forgot himself, covering his eyes with his hand. He felt emptiness, confusion of relationships. The anguish and weakness of a once authoritative character.
“I like it when you're angry,” Veronica whispered. Her enthusiastic voice returned Andrew to reality. “When you are angry, your eyes glitter like a predator.” Are you angry with Nastya too?
His body stiffened. The arrogance of Veronica had no limits.
- Misha told me that you will carry out your brain with your chatter, - a deep wrinkle has already formed on his forehead.
- And Misha, by the way, when he has sex, is very affectionate. Not like you. And Nastya is also affectionate?
“There is only one way to shut you up,” he sighed.
- Which one?
Andrei wrapped Veronika’s long faded hair on a pillow and forcefully lowered the girl’s head to his dick. Pulling the condom off, he made her suck. Rhythmically and aggressively, I sucked a sucking hole, helping myself with my hips, until Egoza understood what was required of her. Then she sat down between his knees, wrapped her arms around the steel trunk again with both hands, and began to fall on the member with the same rhythm. This time his member was in no hurry to part with pleasure, and Andrei could finally close his eyes and imagine himself with Nastya. Her fabulous mouth slid along the trunk, found the head, smoothed out the roughness of the relief. Andrew did not find other arguments against and surprisingly quickly finished. The slut beneath him dirty grunted, swallowing plentiful streams of sperm, recalling the reality from which now you cannot get anywhere.
“Nowhere,” he repeated, barely moving his lips. “Neither there nor here.”