clothes can be left there on the right, in the dressing room.

She had no choice but to give the man a smile in return. Although she would prefer now rather tear and toss. Andrew still did not answer.

The hall was too big for only suitable guests to navigate in it. Nevertheless, attempts to find familiar faces have been crowned with success. But not her husband. The fuel to the fire of her indignation was added by the fact that every second friend considered it his duty to ask why she wanders here alone. Until one of the women remembered what she saw Andrew.

Now it was not difficult to find him, but Larissa was not pleased to say the least. She caught up with her beloved in a circle of several familiar families, quite tipsy and warmly communicating with the dressed up ladies.

Larissa’s face didn’t express anything except cold disappointment. Looking around, she took the third glass of champagne and wandered around the room, trying to bring herself to feelings. The voices around her distracted less and less, when suddenly the cotton brought her out of her thoughts. It was a waiter who uncorked champagne bottles, one of which began to throw out a white frothy liquid. Thick dense shocks, white streams, like clots began to irrigate the table with food. Larissa was closely watching this charming act, not taking her eyes off, and only she was aware of the pictures alone, which drew a vivid imagination.

“Excuse me, let me change your glass for you,” a pleasant voice returned the bewitched girl to reality.

She with some meditations, but still took the fourth glass with a golden liquid. Suddenly it seemed like something dawned on her. The look became harder and more resolute.

“Okay, honey.” I will be hospitable, - she said somewhere in the void and drained the glass in one gulp.

Grimacing at the sparkling, Larisa strode toward the exit, while frankly wagging her hips. Some of the men simply could not disregard this. Taking the outerwear and using the help of a local concierge, the girl was sitting in a car going home after five minutes.

Champagne on an empty stomach made itself felt. She was warm and good. Though harder to maintain an elegant walk in high heels. Sergey Gavrilovich was already alone when she climbed to her 32nd floor.

Like a blond nymph, a girl walked into the hall, where again, in the same chair, was the dregs of society, an old wrinkled convict. She approached him, already unzipping the dress. Basil in the first few seconds, not fully aware of what was happening, just looked carefully in front of him. Larisa figured out the dress and pulled it off, remaining covered in black underwear.

Only here the old man jumped up and began to shower the girl's hands with kisses.

- I give you the greatest gift in your life today. Do not miss the chance before I changed my mind - she nervously swallowed and hurriedly, she explained to the old man, bending the inside of her bra cup.

Heavy beautiful breasts immediately freed from the seizure of the bra. The 60-year-old thin jerk immediately dug into one of the nipples and began to fumble with his hand across his chest. Larissa almost howled with pleasure. The girl stroked the old man on the back of the head, as if feeding him, as her husband Andrei had predicted a couple of days ago.

She was larger than Vasily and easily pushed the elderly lover into a chair. He collapsed and reached for the female crotch. Stroking the labia of the lips right through the soft fabric of black panties, the old man pressed his lips to the girl's thigh, kissing and licking the skin of a single part of the body, to which he reached. From the mouth of Larissa a loud moan escaped, followed by another one. As if she herself had begun to fidget with her crotch on her lover's fingers, but then she sat down in front of the chair.

“Come on,” she said, almost choking. - Do what was going to do.

She pulled off his sportivki, a short stocky member, like a mushroom with a big hat, began to appeal to loom between the legs of the old man.Having fixed his hips with his hands, her gaze did not break away from the male sexual organ.

- No, I can always jerk myself. Come on, you better work, - having said this, Vassily roughly took the girl's hand, spread his hand to himself and spit it relishly.

Larisa, of course, understood what it was for and, glancing languidly at the old man’s face, laid her palm on the shiny head. The head of the penis was filled with color as if it would burst. At first, the girl was struck by the unpleasant smell of the salva of the starper, from whose mouth she probably bore from the landfill, but she, it seemed, did not care. The hand moved up and down. The old man shook his head in pleasure and groaned.

Blond lover has already connected her second hand, which she began to gently squeeze eggs. Then she hung her face over the stretched limb and, taking aim, slowly released a clot of saliva from her mouth, which neatly lay down on her shiny hat and allowed the girl to continue to masturbate the old man more smoothly.

Vasily was blurred in the pleasure of touching such a beautiful young partner to his penis. The situation looked almost surreal: a spectacular rich young woman, with beautiful forms and well-groomed hands, rubs the dick of an old, battered urke. But this was not enough for Vasily.

“Look at me,” he said. - Look, I say!

Larisa raised her eyes, never ceasing to play with the eggs and the brilliant flattened cock.

“I don't know what happened to you,” he began, almost gasping for breath. - I do not care why you suddenly decided to appease me, but remember one thing. Very soon, I will finish right in your arms and on your chest, ”the convict began to grumble insolently. - Your beautiful fingers will be smeared with my sperm, your boobs will be in my sperm! And as soon as this moment comes, you will forever become a whore! Oh yeah. I am the happiest person, because now I’m finishing up the arrogant crap, which yesterday was like a touchless person.

The girl did not take her eyes off the old man, sometimes it seemed that her eyes were full of contempt. But she continued anyway. nice to do to him

- All so well-groomed. Painted. You smell like that, ”the old man continued to provoke a young partner. “But no matter how much money you have, whatever clothes you wear, from now on you will always remember that you jerked off old Vasily, a former convict who fucked the woman when you were not even in the project, ahah,” the old man laughed.

He stretched out his arms, one of which at first stroked an elastic large breast, and the second suddenly grabbed Larisa for blond hair.

- Come on. Tell me to finish, he whispered to her.

But the girl was silent and looked into his eyes, despite the fact that he was holding her hair.

- I repeat, and then turn the neck now! Tell me to cum on you! Say "Cum on me"!

Larisa, still held by her hair, suddenly changed in her face and, slowly opening her mouth, calmly spoke.

- Yes. Cum ... Cum in my mouth.

No sooner had Vasily realized what had been heard, how the blonde's head pulled out of his grip, and the red lips clasped the short, strong member of the old man. Vasily's face was replaced by paints from surprise and pleasure. He leaned back in his chair, almost crushing him, and closed his eyes. The girl held the old man by the hips, and her head was placed on the "mushroom". The suction was followed by licking the trunk from the bottom to the top and was accompanied by a characteristic smacking, as if Larissa was sucking on a lollipop. Lips clasped the head so tightly that for a long time this could not continue.

- Aaaaaahh !!! Ahhhh ... Ahhhh ... - Vasily snarled, wheezed, putting his hands on the head of the blonde, and seemed to be dying from exhaustion.

The Fall entered the final phase. The first streams of thick liquid began to fill the mouth of a young woman. Reflexively swallowing a batch of sperm, Larissa opened her lips and the seed of the old man poured from her mouth on her chin, and began to drip down her chin. The girl pulled back a little, throwing her head back from fatigue or pleasure. A member in her capable hands continued to ejaculate and irrigate the now female breast with a thick muddy mixture.

Larisa ran her hand along the chin, from which the whitish threads of discharge hung, and then looked at the sexual organ that had spilled out all without a trace. Now he glistened even more, smeared with his own juices.The girl leaned toward him and very gently began to shower the brilliant head with her red lips with kisses. She continued to hold the member with her hands, because from each kiss the body of Vasily shuddered.

“Everything, bitch, that's enough ...” the old man pleaded.

But as if in retaliation, the girl again swallowed a member and literally stuck to him as much as possible.

- Ay, fuck! Good already! ... - Vasily pushed the blonde away from him and collapsed back, which caused a triumphant smirk on Larisa's face.

Then the young woman’s gaze became glassy, ​​expressing no emotion. She left the old man to come to himself, and she picked up a dress and went to the bedroom. It seemed that she would not care if the husband noticed traces of adultery. Former life, in any case, will not be.