The setting sun snatched up every bulge in her body — both the nipples and pelvic bones, and the shaggy pubis with that forbidden fold ... and it was monstrous.

- How are you? - suddenly asked Evgeny Lvovich. - Well, in the sense ... very cold?

He didn’t want to ask at all. “What is it like to walk naked in front of me, and even here?” - rang in the air, in the noise of the waves and in his voice. And Bzibi understood this perfectly. And he also understood that she understood this.

“No, it's okay ...” she answered hoarsely.

- Pralna! Get on, move! ... - Yevgeny Lvovich cried cheerfully. - ABOUT! Look what I found!..

He extracted a snag from the cleft, more or less dry and long, like a yoke. - Here is our fire.

Bzibi approached him. Close, close.

- How is it?

“By a rush, like savages ...” croaked Yevgeny Lvovich: she touched him with her nipple. - How robinsons ... Right now, we will get a spark ...

- Spark?

- Well yes...

He had no idea how to do it, but he was firmly convinced that garbage was a trifling matter. Swinging (elbow again touched the nipple), he shwarked two cobblestones across each other.

- ABOUT! You see, a spark, ”Yevgeny Lvovich said impressively, and Bzibi stretched out“ wooo! ”“ Now we need to set this infection on fire. Well, hold on, - he thrust a snag at her, and Bzibi grabbed her like a pike. - It is necessary that the spark got here, you know? Then it will immediately light up, and we will have a fire. And then it will be our shore, the shore of the Robinsons ... Hold, right? Go!

He lupasil cobblestones at the tip of the snag. The spark then flashed, then no, but the tip inexorably doused in porridge, and it was quite clear how all this is called ... but Bzibina's nipples were very close, and her elbow continually touched them, but she did not leave ...

And who knows: maybe it was this energy that flowed from their bodies into the tip of the snag.

- Look: smoke! - Yevgeny Lvovich shouted, and Bzibi squealed. - Quiet! ... Blow up. Ffffu, fffffu, he began to blow, and Bzibi blew too, touching his shoulder. - Not so much, go out ...

Suddenly a huge wave flopped on them, splashing from head to foot.

- Ieh! - Evgeny Lvovich discarded the snag. - Now wet ...

Cursing with annoyance, he walked away to the rocks.

- Look, what waves! ..

While they were playing with fire, half of the beach sank in the foam. The sea swelled so that two-meter fountains were hoisted over each boulder.

- Five points, or even all six ... Look, - Evgeny Lvovich nodded at the hollow between the rocks. - Perhaps there will not reach ... Here and warmer! He shouted from there. - The stones are hot. But still a fire ...

It was rapidly turning dark. The eyes were already tired of staring into the lilac haze that enveloped the shore ... For about ten minutes Robinsons were still scouring here and there, then Bzibi sat on the pebbles.

“I fall asleep,” she said, and laughed.

Evgeny Lvovich approached her.

- It's from the waves. From the bumpkin. I also have everything like this, - he twisted his hands.

- So what? ... I'm falling asleep now.

- No, there is no need. Here and the waves, and ... Come on, - he stretched out his hand to her. - Come on, let's go! Come on!

She stood up, hanging on his arm, and allowed herself to be brought to the hollow.

- But as...

- Get down. Here we even have a feather bed, - he groped a bunch of dry seaweed in the twilight and scattered them over the stones. (“I hope there is no one biting there ...")

- And you?

- And I - I do not know ... maybe we are here together? Look how much space!

“Aw,” Bzibi stumbled on a stone, and Yevgeny Lvovich grabbed her by the sides, as cold as the seaweed in the hollow.

“Everything froze ... So what to do, what to do,” Yevgeny Lvovich muttered. - Without a fire, then ...

Bzibi has already bred on algae:

- Ay ... prickly ...

Evgeny Lvovich suddenly decided.

“There is one way,” he breathed, as he jumped into the pool. - In order not to freeze.

- M?

- Hold tight to each other. Like kittens. And we will warm each other. BUT? Do you want? ..

(I, without a second thought, he told himself. So the truth is warmer. The girl will freeze because ...)

- I do not know...

Surviving, Evgeny Lvovich lay down next to the algae. It was very crowded and uncomfortable.

- And if you want - go to me. My belly is as thick as a pillow. I drink beer a lot, ”he began fussily. - And, Bzibi? It will be softer ...

Bzibi murmured something, Evgeny Lvovich again asked again - “eh?”

Then a moment listened to the silence.

Then he took a deep breath ...

... but then the algae rustled, and the chilled cloak of dusk clung to it.

“Come here ... my girl ... now we will warm you ...” muttered Yevgeny Lvovich and embracing the frozen body. Bzibi settled down under his flank, putting his wet head on his chest, then purred and climbed higher, sticking his breasts into his stomach. Her legs stretched out along his legs, her arms sagged, and she spread all over her like dough.

Sleep haze enveloped the brain and body. Evgeny Lvovich quickly gave up and swam somewhere where the brain had no power over him.

The body immediately healed with a separate life from it: hands crawled on Bzibi's velvet back, fingers began to knead her, feeling her ribs ... The stupefied brain floated in this fog and flashed thoughts-sparks: "what are you doing? ..." ... "-" she trusted you ... "-" only massage, and everything ... "

The haze suddenly became warm, swelled with this sweet warmth, flowing like iodine, which smelled everything around ... Evgeny Lvovich's hands squeezed Bzibi stronger - firmly, very firmly, very-very hard - to crunch, to pain in the ribs ...

Her face was somewhere very close — where invisible lips touched Yevgeny Lvovich’s chest and neck ... or did it just make him see? A wet tickling rose higher — to the neck, to the cheeks — and he touched his salty face with his lips. Somewhere around the eyes, because his eyelash tickled him. Then he touched, and then again, and again ... with each kiss, the heat was made more painful and hotter, and now it stuck to Evgeny Lvovich with hot oil, grew into his breasts, bent and trembled on him and in him ...

"What are you doing ?!" - sparkled the brain. They somehow turned over, pressed into each other, and Yevgeny Lvovich did not remember when his mouth fell into sweet-salty lips, which were icy with his mint horror. And he didn’t remember how he took off swimming trunks, he only remembered how he had filled her with two horns - her tongue and her sinful end, falling into Bzibi with eggs and giblets. The brain sparked somewhere far away, and he no longer heard it, because the heat became fire, and it burned in it, and Bzibi too, and they burned in each other, merging inside these terrible, impossible and eternal seconds ...

And then, when the seconds were burned, and he poured into Bzibi to a drop and became empty and light - then they soared in the inky darkness and glowed in it, exuding the accumulated heat, and Evgeny Lvovich's deafened mind soared somewhere near.

“You knew it would be like this,” he said. “From the very beginning I knew, as soon as I saw her, naked. You were doomed, and you knew it ... "

Sparked - and burned with bitterness, and drowned in a haze that devoured everything around; and inside was Bzibi, no longer cold, but hot and flowing, and she was this haze, and a smile, and a tear, and whined, and laughed, and soaked his body to the very deepest depths ...

***

And the morning was bitter-sweet, as if Evgeny Lvovich was bought out in a wormwood syrup. He woke up with thick heat inside, and did not open his eyes for a long time, so as not to spill it.

Then he suddenly opened and jumped, putting a bruise on his shoulder.

A shadow of something flashed that could not and should not have been. This happens between dream and reality, but Yevgeny Lvovich was suddenly afraid that he had lost his mind. From somewhere the voice of the guide emerged from the embankment - flashed and vanished into nowhere ...

For a while, Evgeny Lvovich was staring straight ahead, at the purple strip of pebbles. Then he looked around.

Bzibi was not.

He shook off the swimming trunks that hung on his foot, and climbed ashore, already knowing that it was not there either.

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