Rich, noisy, used to live in Grand style, he had a reputation in Moscow hospitable small. The only daughter he spoiled very much. And it seemed ahead of life is full of joy, but fate cut short the life Baskov. Newtoshiba in grief, the widow is also not much survived him. Irina was 16 years old when the German woman, which she was in charge, married her to count Rumyantsev - the famous 50-year-old man. Rumyantsev loved his young wife, but lived quite a tumultuous youth and restritive his ardor, he could not give her what was required of this naive, every day more and more passionate nature. Irina sulked, she
not knowing why. It is often suffer headaches and vague desires. Husband as I could, tried to entertain her, took her to meetings, to the Opera, arranged balls. At one of these balls Irina presented a graph Vasenina. Young, witty, brilliant gentleman, a true secular lion - he pervogo glance like Irina, and Irina was often caught in his gaze. After this evening as if they accidentally met in the theater, at the soiree. But Dmitry did not attempt to get close to Irina.
In the summer of count Rumyantsev advised to send his young wife to the South. He took off for Irina wonderful house, vine-covered, standing near the sea. The house was furnished the way you want to Irina. Cases withdrawn graph in Moscow, but he hoped that the miraculous nature entertain Irina, and she will not be bored in his absence. On the third day, going to the sea, she met Vesennim. The joy of this meeting, she could not hide, and not tried. Dmitry was offered a ride on a yacht and Irina, relying on muskulistee
Dmitri's shoulder, breathed in the smell of the sea and the male body. They returned late in the evening, from the shore came the sound of music. Ashore Irina and Dmitri, not saying a word, went to the house of Irene. Telling her maid that her services are no longer needed her, Irina rose to his favorite Japanese room. Dmitry followed. The decor of the room
was struck by his originality and splendor. The floor was carpeted in red and black roses. In one corner stood a sofa, upholstered in satin fabric. The sofa was standing Japanese screen, embroidered on black satin with white storks. Pink light, soft light which was pouring onto the carpet and the mountain of pillows. Dmitry looked at Irina. She just got back from the next room, where a moment ago slyselea the splash of water, came the delicate scent of French perfume. Irina was wearing a black kimono, with bare, haven't had time to tan hands. Hair she combed in the manner of Japanese women and now actually looked like something women from the East.
Small ears hung emerald pendants. Shining eyes are not inferior to them in splendor. They were drinking cold wine with every glass of Irina became more animated. Her red lips longed for a passionate kiss, chest heaving fitfully. And every time her hand reached for the glass, Dmitri felt that she wanted to caress it. They sat
on cushions around a table, looking at each other passionate and
glances. Suddenly Irina stretched, crossed his hands behind his head. Floors kimono parted, and Dmitri saw that under luxurious clothes do not have other clothes. Full hips Irina was taken to a party, if called Dmitry oasis between them deepening. Dmitry gently held him with hand, lips found her lips and stared at
them a passionate kiss. Kimono slept with her sixteen, charming body, and drew two white, with pink nipples, Breasts. Dmitry passionately
sucked alternately the nipples of the Breasts, after which they were swollen as
the rose buds. Dmitry hotter kissing Irina. He took her lips nipples and kissed them, clutching. At this point, if the current peronsal Irina and her body. Then she felt strong but gentle hands parted to the side her thighs and hot **** Dmitry began to slowly enter the approaching moistened passion hole. Irina instinctively leaned forward, tightly pressing her clitoris to ****
Dmitry. But Dmitry then moved away from her, taking **** and caressing them gentle, delicate hairs covered her lips, then again plunging between them to the end. Now Irina is not remained quiet: she moved right, then left, throwing his legs on the shoulders, squeezing them as rings. Suddenly, Irina felt a wave of fiery lust like a cramp brought her body: **** Dmitry last time you dug into it and released a flood of moisture. In languor Irina leaned on the pillows. Then slowly turned on his side and reached for the glass of wine. But here the hand of Dmitry went through her stomach, close to the recess between my legs and lay down between the wet lips and the other hand lifted Irina, forcing her to kneel. Member Dmitry was behind
her, tightly clinging to the walls of the hole. He went deeper and deeper. Dmitri had his arm around her stomach and kissed her full buttocks, taking a moment **** hot vagina and, holding it tight duality anus. Gently stroking he hands swollen Breasts, which swayed unsteadily, helplessly hanging over the carpet. Dmitry lips whispered passionate words - incoherent and
unintelligible through clenched teeth. . . .
Dmitry remained with Irina until morning. Was dawn when Irina woke up. She went to the balcony and threw a silk curtain. The first rays of sun peeked into the room
and illuminated the sleeping Dmitri. It ****, sleep seemed to remember about her, Irina. Irina timidly pulled her lips to his ****, she began to slide his lips, the language of a small ringlet around his head, lightly pulling it into his mouth and releasing it. Irina was caressing the ****, which last night brought her voluptuous pleasure. She came to her senses only when her mouth was filled with hot, sharp-smelling liquid, intoxicating as wine. Dmitry opened his eyes and held out her hand. She sat down over Dmitry on his haunches. . . .
Member went so deep that Irina felt a slight pain. She moved from side to side, but without rising, so as not to produce the desired extraction. Dmitry drew her nipples, and lowered again caught lips swollen Breasts. A bunch of grapes fell from the hands of Irina shoulder Dmitry. He hugged Irina and juice soaked her chest. Dmitry began to drink with large Breasts Irina capple juice. Irina got up and went into the other room. Dmitry
I dozed off under a water splash. The next day, all summer for the first time it rained. The rain caught Irina and Dmitri in the mountains and they were quick to take refuge in a cave that smelled of damp leaves and water. Dmitry stroked her hair, threw from his forehead unruly strands, gently kissed her ear and a hollow chest. Suddenly there was thunder. Irina clung to
him. She kissed the corners of his lips. Her hand moved down, until he came to a solid ledge. Irini squeezed his hand and did not want to start. Dmitry lifted her and sat her on his lap. Dmitry waist was narrow, and Irina grabbed her legs pressed against his chest, squeezing him with her lush thighs. Her mouth was slightly open, and Dmitri kissed Irina, inserting his tongue into it. She's amused, allowed to enter **** only when the flash of lightning. Her eyes threw sparks, and Dmitry it all: rain, thunder, and she
seemed like a fairy tale. Once in the theater Dmitry introduced Irina with her friend - Prince Vladimir. He invited her to dinner in a restaurant, but Irina following the earlier planned called them to him. Irina as hospitable hostess, filled their glasses again and again. It was all good. Everyone was extremely excited, eagerly waiting for something
extraordinary. - Vladimir, you have not seen my Japanese room - casually said Irina.
By Dmitri looked at her questioningly-surprised look.
- I have sake, do you want to try?- she turned to her men. Sake - Japanese vodka, was really nice though and sturdy. Irina drank with Vladimir brotherhood, then kissed alternately with Dmitry, Vladimir. - I want you both to kiss me - petulantly puffed out his lips Irina. - Well, show me one of you knows how to kiss gently. Dmitry bent over Irina. He was not shy, and may want to emphasize the right of the first. Dmitry lips moved lower and lower on smooth, covered by small hair, the skin of the abdomen to the place where he grew wusasa silky hairs. Vladimir
looked at the sleek body of Irina, how she trembled under the kisses of his friend, and barely restrained myself. Excited caresses, Irina reached out to him. - You go to me, only she said, sliding off the couch and dragging men to the carpet behind him. It lay between them substituting their sensitive lips that one, another. Their hands
tenderly stroked her thigh. Soon she was tired of innocent affection. Irina grabbed Vladimir by the hand. - Hold me tighter, - said these hands, and Vladimir heeding this call tightly pressed against her taut body, pressing into him
your * * * * who released a powerful stream of life-giving water, which has completed its passionate impulse. LaSky Vladimir distracted her from Dmitri, she felt that he was taking his **** reluctantly, and presenting him a welcome pleasure. Then she, whether from a desire to satisfy the passion of his first lover, or striving to experience what has not yet been tested, started kissing all Dmitry: chest, hands, ****. She did it passionately, and evil, barely taking a breath. Her lips barely touched Dmitri. It tickled and excited him. And when she felt that Dmitri is close to meeting, grabbed both her Breasts and handed them to the man. . . Member Dmitri furiously passed between bulb, irrigating their dull-white tears. Thrills, love, the three of us have become so obsessed with Irina, she conceived a passion that knows no boundaries. Blindfolded a silk handkerchief, Irina invited to play a game to guess:
guess who caresses her. She laughed, her head thrown back. Irina didn't doubt that he would find Dimitri. Men thought that the proposal was quite original.
Suddenly Irina felt something huge, hot and thick entered her with such force that she staggered and fell below, but someone's hands lifted her and turned to him. She grabbed the hand that had struck her **** and again entered the moist pulsing hole, his legs hanging in the air, hips supported Vladimir, breathing force of women. That it was Vladimir, Irina didn't doubt. Vladimir carried her across the room and every time he dropped it on a big, juicy * * * * from breast Irina escaped a moan of pleasure. She could feel what he touched inside her body and in these moments, the body of Irina walked the hot wave of lust. I want both of you. . . - she whispered passionately, when Vladimir had set her down on the fluffy carpet. Irina lips reached out to Dmitry
- You're my. The two of you. . . . I want you! she whispered, panting, frantically gasping for **** Dmitry.
Her legs were spread apart. The light cast by the pink lamp, falling between her legs. In a halo of dark, glossy hairs were burning a hole, and above it was stirring something on similarity of a small papilla. This papilla attracted the eyes of Vladimir. He approached him and began to slide his tongue up and down. Suddenly Irina quickly began to move my hips. The sight of the ecstasy awakened in Vladimir real man. He grabbed with two fingers hole and began to stretch, letting your ****... exhausted Irina leaned on the pillows.- I'm hot, - whispered she. Vladimir and Dmitry carried her into the bathroom where the fun laughing and splashing water, and together they bought her...
Last month the resort was in the heat of love and passion.
Last night was a repetition of the first. And today Irina was gone. Men followed her. At the station, Dmitry stepped aside, and Vladimir were all looking at Irina, her eyes was... He quickly jumped up on the steps of the wagon and ran into the compartment. Hand Irina grabbed him by the neck and pulled to the soft submissive lips. She turned the key in the door. Vladimir grabbed Irina, his **** to the touch it stung her with a kind of desperate rage. She was at one time and nice and very painful. She first felt that. Her body writhed in the hands of this temperamental man, hurrying at this moment to give everything until the end. They lay on the shelf. Several times Vladimir tried to pull your hot ****, but she didn't want to let him go. The train started, Vladimir last time she issued a powerful stream of life-giving water, leaving a troubled, tortured, sacrificed herself Irina, lying in the compartment, rushed to the exit. Vladimir jumped on the move and for a while ran after the train. It was all over. The upshot is improbable happiness. This is the woman he
I will never forget. On the mountain or the joy he met her?