answering Cyril, and tired of taking off and putting on gloves, the girl put the phone in her bag, deciding that the painful waiting for transport would benefit the next message. Stepping from foot to foot, she looked towards the highway, over which the already reddened sun hung, in the winter it quickly darkens. The cars passing by sometimes raised snow whirlwinds into the air, which slowly waltzed to the ground, playing in the rays of the setting sun. Thermal power plants, with their pipes, similar to tannins, cigarettes, covered the horizon above the roofs of high-rise buildings with dense clouds of steam like clouds, it was cold in the city.

Lyuba did not have time to freeze, a half-empty bus with an accordion in the middle, swaying funny on the road saved her, and she was extremely happy about it. Having paid for the salvation faster, and at the same time the passage with the conductor - a typical grandmother-dandelion, the girl sat down in a single place, taking out a precious phone from her purse. With Cyril it was not always easy, at times, he was depressed, and almost drove Luba herself into depression, at such moments she almost hated him, because she loved being joyful and carefree no matter what, and when your loved one suffers so much, and love does not help him at all, then you unwittingly ask yourself a question regarding her unlimited strength and sincerity. But today, she enthusiastically caught every word of him, smiling foolishly at the speed of light in her head with the speed of light. When she got off at her stop, she slowly walked toward the house, marveling at how the surrounding nature was changing with the mood of the person. And even the dull, bare branches of the trees, crackling from the frost, did not seem to her lifeless and dry, and the dirty snow, sloppily sprinkled with heaps of garbage did not attract any attention, as if it were not there.

In such a romantic atmosphere, Lyuba reached the entrance, stopping only to find the keys in her purse. Reaching her flight, she noted that it was almost completely dark, the key turned in the lock, and Lyuba found herself in the hallway, closing the door behind her. Sheepskin coat, it seemed, added a dozen kilograms during the walk, so getting rid of it, and heeled boots, which look good on the leg, but are not suitable for traveling along the icy paths was a real pleasure. She put on her favorite slippers and walked over the linoleum, sometimes swollen, to the kitchen to put on the kettle, and noted with surprise that neither the mother nor the brother and sister were at home. There were traces of cleaning in the apartment: the beds were made, the stove was polished to a high gloss, the massive sideboards in the parents' room, which had imported crystal sets and books from Soviet times, were carefully wiped from dust. Lyuba shrugged her shoulders and went to the bathroom to wash off her makeup.

Her hands and face, reddened by frost, almost did not feel cold water, and after a while the girl shone in the mirror with natural beauty and charm. She hung a wet towel on the dryer and went to her room to change into her home. Deciding that it is better to put things out now, she gently put them in the closet, replacing the blouse with a beige T-shirt with a beautiful fringe around the edges, bought by parents when they were in the south with their whole family, denim shorts with a narrowed waist replaced the skirt. After removing the jewelry, Lyuba returned to tea drinking, mentally defining the scope of work.

- Soak the floors, vacuum the carpets, it’s not long, I hope my mother will not make me beat them out, I don’t want to go back to the street, not in this weather. What else? In the bathroom and toilet, it seems to be clean, now you will not go to the balcony, well, you can still wash the windows in the kitchen, everything seems to be. An hour and a half of work, and I am free, it will be possible to return to the phone and Cyril, so you want as soon as possible.- With these thoughts, Lyuba finished her tea, and, figuratively rolling up her sleeves, started cleaning. Still, she decided to start from the window, without going far away, and turning on the TV, cleaned the inner surface and then the outer surface, tried to get rid of annoying streaks on the glass, and not miss the details of more interesting streaks in the show. After pouring out the bucket and wiping the window sill, it is time to take up the vacuum cleaner. There were three carpets in the house: one in the hallway, always dirty and dusty, one in her room, and one on the wall above the parent's bed. Leaving the dirtiest for later, she quickly vacuumed two relatively clean ones, as if catching the edge of her ear, catching the trill of the bell. Turning off the noisy device, Lyuba listened, the door did ring.

- I wonder who is there? Maybe Vera forgot the keys? Mom never calls. - The girl opened the door to the length of the chain, and saw Lesha standing in the stairwell.
- I saw you in the window, decided to go in, let it go?
- Now is not very on time, I'm tidying up.
The guy was silent, and knowing that he could be silent and stand in the door for a very long time, Lyuba still took off the chain, letting him in. He resolutely crossed the threshold, which puzzled the girl, who barely had time to move away.
- You are alone? - Lyuba nodded her head and at that moment he pounced on her, pressing into winter jackets.

- Baby. - Lesha sucked her neck, squeezing her chest through a T-shirt, not paying attention to the admonitions that her mother could come at any moment, that she was busy, on her elbows, which she tried to put between them. Carelessly taking off his shoes, and throwing his jacket on the floor, he lifted her in his arms, holding her ass and carried her to the bed. Lyuba felt how his heart was beating furiously and could answer the same. The sense of danger excited her, just like the way he threw it onto the parent’s bed in a businesslike manner. And now, he towered over her, already getting rid of the T-shirt, and slowly, with dignity, unbuttoning a fashionable expensive belt, which she gave him for his birthday. Lyuba arched her back, as in the morning, in order to free herself from her shorts, and Lesha noticed this and pulled them along with her panties with force.

- Lesh, I have condoms in my purse, take it, - Lyuba pointed with her finger in the direction of the chair, but the guy paid no attention to it, getting so close, at the same moment began to cover her face with kisses.
- Do you really think that I will rummage in your bag? - He could not enjoy the girl, seeming to want to embrace her all.
- Then give, I will find myself - Lyuba no longer understood what she was saying, swept away by the flow of power and caress.
- Do you really think that I will fuck you in gum? - He lifted her, pulled the T-shirt and again took up kisses.

- I want you. - Lyuba herself did not recognize her voice, he was over the chest and low, almost turning into a rattle. - My good. She went down a little lower, and returned to what she had started in the car, no longer constrained by clothes. Slowly and gently kissing the broad chest, licking and kissing again. The guy ran his hands into her hair, and leaned closer to her. Through the sweet veil, Lyuba felt something hot against her solar plexus, and not lowering her eyes, she felt so familiar with all his veins and irregularities that she felt many times in different parts of her body, practically growing in her eyes a lover. From these touches, the guy gripped her hair more strongly, and began reflexively swinging her hips, flicking his head on a soft female stomach.
Lyuba flowed frankly, dragging off the sweetest moment, but not doubting its speedy implementation. She shuddered at the thoughts swarming in her head, mingling with the verses, Ira’s cat-like eyes, the lecturer’s boring voice.

Lesha knelt and pulled her closer, touching the smooth head of the swollen labia, from which Luba was swept over by a sweet languor. He continued to play with her, covering them with his palm, squeezing and rubbing, pressing his thumb on the hole, so that the pad would penetrate.It was unbearable, Lyuba moved to meet him, showing with all her might that she wanted, that she was ready for a long time, but he was implacable, and now, finally, he seemed tired too, lying on top of her so that their cheeks touched. He was strong and heavy, and from this Luba was breathing heavily, but she clearly heard his deep breaths near the ear, accompanying the preparations for penetration.

She put her hand down, helping him, and felt how the joint forces rested against the entrance of the vagina. Alex settled down comfortably, and slowly began to press his hips, despite the fact that there was slippery, he could not immediately enter, possibly maintaining decency, and fearing to harm his beloved. Lyuba knew that these seconds, and the few who follow them are always the most difficult, they need to get used to each other, and it is important to breathe, and not to hold your breath, as your body demanded. She pressed into Leshino's shoulder, struggling with the desire to bite him, and breathed, in time with the member who was slowly entering and out of her. With each penetration, she felt him deeper, more and more relaxed, trying to imagine how the fire flared up at the usual pace, becoming more and hotter.

- And now, I fucked you like a bitch, - she heard in her ear, Lyosha squeezed her ass, and abruptly entered, stretching out a string.
How much he was inside, Lyuba spread her legs as wide as possible, tried to reach her clitoris with her free hand, but their bodies were squeezed too tight, Lyosha did not leave her for a second, only hammered deeper, squeezing her chest with pain . He devoured her, licking and nibbling on her face littered with cute freckles. She knew that it didn’t matter to him whether she would end up or not, so she caught every moment, quietly moaning, spurred on by her thoughts. It was harder for her to breathe, her breathing was constantly losing her temper, and she could not calm herself down, and even what woman could calm down at such a moment. Everything rationally, everything romantic was discarded, now only he and she existed, and the rest was not important. In the stomach, between her legs, irresistibly, whining and moaning, Lyuba heard how she began to squish and slurp her vagina, and how these sounds more and more started Lesha, who seemed to have lost her mind, and pulled her along, as if his main goal in life was fuck her to death at this moment. She liked the smell of his sweat, how strong muscles tensed, how she felt so small and protected under him, she liked to feel like his woman, female.

“Cum, cum, bitch,” he rolled over onto his side, turning her towards him, and lifting her knee bent at the knee to increase the amplitude, dumbly slapping the pope with eggs. Lyubino's consciousness floated at that moment, she lay with her eyes wide open, seeing only her face bent from tension and lust, while he selflessly fucked her on the bed of her parents.
They pressed their noses, Alex left his chest alone, and now he squeezed her cheeks, making a fish, but it didn’t matter, Lyuba gave herself to the moment, feeling electrified lightness, and each time, it seemed, breathing the whole room. Her men had the winner's eyes in life, and she was his prize. Somewhere on the border of consciousness, the phone clicked, probably with new poems, she clung to his shoulder blades, already feeling that she hadn’t bothered to pull them out on time, but he put his arms around her reddish hair and their owner over his shoulder could see her surprised sister standing in the doorway.