| Fuck<br>At the meeting, the management put the whole of our advertising department on the backfoot and, with a small run, soundly kicked everyone on a two-week holiday - summer, hot, ventilation can't cope.... They didn't give me holidays, so I couldn't get anything five-star, my only hope was Crimea, and that was if Timur was ready to invest in me. When I asked him if he was ready, he smiled unkindly and said that he was already investing himself between my bunions every night, and the wet sheet under me was evidence of the effectiveness of the investment. - Aha, I have to sponsor you to spin your whore's arse in Simeiz in front of men on the beach; you should go to the bathhouse, my friend. Fucking jealous! And I almost never gave him a reason, except with Pashka, but Pashka had such a machine that it would be unforgivable not to seduce him - oh, my arse was still whimpering sweetly for a few days, even at work a couple of times, giving in to the memories, I ran away to jerk off in the toilet, including on my mobile phone secretly filmed video - my perfect arse accepting his perfect dick.... When he was about to cum, I thought he would blow me up from inside with his white fountain - inflate me with his cum like a frog is inflated through a straw.... So, the bathhouse. well, why not? My grandmother hasn't seen me for six years - Moscow knows how to twist things in such a way that I don't need to see my parents.... And in the village - this very bathhouse, steamy milk, testicles, hoo... but that's not what I'm talking about. - I'll go to Big Kukushki, then. My grandmother will be happy. - Then go. You won't be able to twist your arse there, except in front of the local drunkards or when a bear breaks you in the woods. Timur is actually cool, but like all swarthy men, jealous as a baboon. However, when every night you have a guaranteed anal orgasm, you can be patient, right? Let the countryside and backwoods - and I did a fashionable hairdo with shaved zigzags on my temples anyway - it is necessary to keep the brand of a stylish metropolitan doltus, and let everyone jerk off while I will be in tight jeans, slightly (not provocatively, but who can appreciate - will understand) wiggling my smooth arse to march from the railway station to my grandmother's house, past the club, past the village shop, past the boys in Chinese sports trousers.... Not much has changed, has it? Except that foreign cars have appeared somewhere (how do they drive on these bumps, pontsutniks?), and the grandmother has quite a bit more grey hair. "Andryusha, you've grown up, you should look for a good bride!" Eh, if she knew that in my back under my jeans - a bride-to-be, and how many wedding photos she has in a special album "Only for the chosen ones...". - You can't even find a good bathhouse in Moscow! And under the shower - what is washing, Andrew? Just to wash off the dirt, neither health nor joy! I asked Sashka to make the fire hotter for you on purpose; so what if it's Monday, my grandson is coming, you'll heat it up like a sweetheart, and broom him, broom him, broom him, to knock out all the city's rubbish, because he's forgotten his dear grandmother! Do you remember Sashka? Sashka was my third cousin, a white-haired, wiry son of the local tractor driver, Uncle Lyova. I remember, [https://www.chesno.org/politician/49059/ Модель] at the age of fourteen, he got me so drunk on liquor stolen from my father that the whole next day I couldn't vomit.... I wish I recognised him now, the bastard! I do. Though if I'd met him in town, in a different environment, I wouldn't have recognised him; maybe I'd have held his gaze for a few seconds: he was a handsome man, with a face as unscrupulous as I liked; not so handsome, but "something" - lips in a perpetual grin, sunburnt curls on his tanned forehead, not a jock, but so.... "of the hound breed," as one of my ex-fuckers used to say. - Well, hello, Dronchik! - Sanya put his arm around me, patting me on the back so that I could feel what a man he was, - It's been a long time, bro, you've become a city man, how do you say it, a hipstar? - Sanya laughed, his teeth were white, his fangs were crooked, one of them was a third broken off - a collective farm bull had hit him with a horn, - wow, what details suddenly came to mind, I never would have thought.... Smells of smoke, booze and surprisingly decent perfume. - Hi, Sanek. Are you the first guy in Kokushki now? Perfumed like a gentleman! - I say in his tone, feeling that instead of a childhood friend I begin to perceive him as an interesting, albeit simple man. - Well, the first is not the first, but girls sometimes invite me to visit, - Sanja chuckled, slapping my lower back for some reason, - but in our country, Dronchik, it's not hard to be a beau, if you don't drink too much and your hands don't grow out of your arse.<br>Kostet got poisoned by bad booze, Grey got two years in jail for fighting, so all the women are mine anyway, even if I had a dick as big as an acorn.... What about you? You're not thinking of getting married? Because Sergeevna has found you a bride, she's a nice girl, she's got great tits, I gave her a squeeze once after a club... - Sanya was dreaming, - Anyway, if you think about it, I'll help you get to her. There in Moscow all the whores probably don't know what they want, and Lerka won't go out, except that I'll come in as a brother sometimes..." winked Sanya. - Sanya winked, clearly in a good mood. - You like to talk about women, - I looked into his shameless eyes, patting and groping in return. - And what to do here in the evenings, we don't have a lunapark, Dronchik! Let's go to the bathhouse, I've got everything in order there, and you can check out my creativity! The bathhouse stood a little apart, behind my grandmother's house, behind San's family's house; all of them had built it together once, so that on Saturdays the whole family could steam there. And I had a third of the village in Kokushki; I thought with a slight horror that I would have to go round everyone, and everywhere they would pour their unique (potato, beetroot, apple) moonshine into me and ask me what was going on with Putin and Kabaeva. Sanya was pacing, looking at me contentedly, and seemingly anticipating something. When I came closer to the bathhouse, I understood the reason for his smug mystery. The bathhouse had a porch, dahlias were planted in front of the porch, five metres of the path in front of the entrance were paved with smooth white stones, and - the most shocking thing - a board with crooked, unsuccessfully pretending to be beautiful letters was pinned above the door. "E-Banya." I fucked up a little. Sanya glowered, apparently mistaking my surprise for mute delight. - Come on, sneak in, it's the coolest thing inside," my brother pushed me under my arse. In the enlarged anteroom, apart from two neatly cleaned bunks, there was a table, on which - [https://www.chesno.org/politician/49059/ fuck] Madrid! - two shabby laptops. Between them stood a cut glass with plastic daisies. Did he cut the flowers from the cemetery? - I thought. - I thought long and hard about what to call it, Dronchik. "Virtual Bath" - it turns out that it's not real, right? And what is it not real, if I'm so stoked that the girls will not sit for [https://www.chesno.org/politician/49059/ Amateur] more than three minutes without a break? "Internet lounge with a steam room" is long. "E-bath" is short and to the point, like an e-mail. Sanya nodded at the corner under the ceiling, where a red light was blinking between bouquets of St John's wort and brooms, "And you probably thought that we were suckers here? No, brother, progress - you can't stop it! - Sanek," I asked, feeling my eyebrows rise to the top of my forehead and stick there, "who's coming here to chat? Matveyitch or Aunt Zina? - You think they're suckers! - Sanka sat down on the bench, pulling on his worn sneakers. - We have hunting here, don't you know? Every week hunters come here... They shoot so much that the boars only increase, but they like to have a good rest, with vodka. And in general, we need movement, otherwise you'll get mossy here... Let's drink to the meeting! The vodka was, of course, not just vodka, but infused vodka - rowanberries, sea buckthorn and some herbs I hadn't recognised. ....
| | [https://www.chesno.org/politician/49059/ Модель] 夫の目の前で、他の男の妻とヤる。<br>[https://www.chesno.org/politician/49059/ Модель] ハッラ、ついに起こった...... [https://www.chesno.org/politician/49059/ Сучка] 要するに、さっそく昨日、3人分の女とヤッたんだ!信じられないだろうけど、職場の親友パシャの奥さんだったんだ。彼女が看護師として働いている病院の職場でだ。一般的に、ターニャは夫より15歳年上で、彼女は45歳、推測するのは難しくないが、彼は夏に30歳だった。そして今、私たちは兄と一緒に理学療法室に座り、パシュカを待っている。- 人生のお祝いの準備はできている?どうしてそんなに暗いんだ?とパショクが熱心に言うと、「ターニャ、いらっしゃい。ターニャが入ってきて、すぐに鍵を閉めて、ソファに座っている私たちのところに行った。私が何が起こっているのか気づいたときには、もう手遅れだった。彼女は私の兄のすぐそばまでやってきて、兄の手を取り、彼の手をガウンの下から彼女の股間に導いた!パシュカは1メートル離れて立ち、ズボンを脱いでペニスをピクピクさせた。- 心配しないで。今日もこれからも、この世界一淫らな娼婦から、あなたが得たいものをすべて得ることができる......誇らしげにパシュカはチンコを振りながら言った。- ターニャは黙って私たちの前に立ち、少ししゃがんで足を広げ、乳房をこねくり回し、弟のペニスを膣に押し込んだ!ターニャはすぐに自慰を開始し、そのテクニックのすべてを見せつけた!彼女はうめき声をあげながら自慰にふけり、同時にキリルの手にチンポのように乗ってきた。彼女のマンコの匂いで、女が硬くなっているのがわかった。そして彼女は床に腹ばいになり、お尻を広げた。でもパシュカは、納得させるためにまだこう言った!わかった?- 私はそう言うと、まずこの淫乱女の上に横たわった!チンコはすんなり入ってきて、アナルがすでにイカされているのは明らかだった。しかし同時に、言いようのない快感があった。私はタンカの頭を抱え、顔を少し持ち上げ、首根っこを引っ張り上げてアナルを犯し始めた!彼女の太く豊かなアナルが動き回り、私は彼女のセクシーな樽とゴージャスなアナルに体がドキドキするのを感じた!私はファックしながら、たまにしか自慰行為をしない女性が、今こうして家の中で横たわり、服従し、お尻の中で最も親密な場所でファックされることに身をゆだねていることの幸せを信じられなかった!ターニャの頭をしっかりと掴んで、私は自分のペニスを最大限に挿入し、イキ始めた。同時に、惰性で私のペニスはまだ彼女の尻に突き刺さったままだった。弟は無遠慮に、すでに犯されたターニャの尻にチンポを突っ込み、野獣のような笑みを浮かべて仕事を始めた。驚いたことに、兄はすぐにターニャのアナルに精液をぶちまけた: - もう終わり?もうちょっとだけ!私はセックスがしたいの。- 彼は私の妻に近づき、彼女を前かがみにしてアナルにペニスを入れた......彼は40分ほど彼女を犯した。私が席を譲ろうとすると、ターニャが突然私に向かってこう言った。私の後ろの席はすでに義理の夫に占領されていたので、私がすべきことは彼女に口を与えることだけだった。ターニャは口を開けて舌で私を手招きし、フェラチオを始めた、というよりパシャの尻への打撃から、私のペニスに頭を乗せるだけだった。そんなスイングは15分ほどで激しいオーガズムとともに終わった。ターニャが叫んだので、私は思わず彼女の口の中で精液を出し始め、彼女の口と唇から精液が溢れ出た。私はイク、イクと言いながら、彼女の頭を押さえつけ、喉の奥まで射精し、彼女が精液を飲み込むようにしたかった。しかし、彼女は恍惚の表情を浮かべ、狂ったように音を立てていたため、私の後悔は「彼女の唇を流れ落ちたが、口には入らなかった」ということだった。パシュカは妻をもう少し犯し、また自分のペニスを取り出し、妻の顔の上でピクピクさせながら、妻の顔に精液をかけた。私が理解したように、その女性は私たちの精子を飲み込むのが嫌いで、飲み込みたがらなかった。もちろん、その光景は驚くほど刺激的だった。看護婦用のガウンを着てオフィスで膝をつき、胸を突き出し、顔には精液が1センチもついていない女性が立っていたのだ。ターニャは顔についた精液を手で拭い、指を舐めると、何も言わずに立ち去った。あんなセックスをすることは二度とないだろうが、今、私は妻を娼婦にしなければならないと悟った! |