— Shut up! Shut up, bitch!
— No! I can no longer! No!
Not paying attention to the moans, demanding fingers undo the buttons of elegant beige trousers, groping uvernuvshis pubis through the fabric of the lace panties. Full lips hungrily kissing obediently outstretched neck, leaving red hickeys on the white, almost transparent skin. The fingers of the second hand undo the buttons of the blouse, freeing up acute Breasts, caressing the hardened nipples.
— Want me to stop? Do you really want some, white slut?
— Nooo! Please don't stop!
Wants! Afraid, ashamed, scared, but still wants. Nastya Voronova, beautiful, smart, an excellent student. Epic Russian beauty, Vasilisa the Beautiful blonde braid, blue eyes, red lips. Now they were swollen from kisses greedy, braid disheveled and clear eyes clouded lustful languishing. Every guy is just dim your going to have long, perfectly slender legs Russian beauties, and she fell in love with the girl humbly, desperately, hopelessly. And the fact that she's black only adds to the severity of their relationship and forbidden from being so painfully sweet.
Miriam Nguni, a student from South Africa studying on exchange at the same faculty, and Voronov. Her skin the color of dark chocolate, eyes black as night, full Breasts with dark nipples and round buttocks like ripe melons. She is the daughter of the king of the Zulus and behaves as befits a black aristocrat: a man of few words but always ready to respond to harsh a quip or an insult. Her face is a perfect impassive mask African goddess, hiding the raging ocean of passion. In her tribe are not welcome lesbian connection, but here, among the Russian snow, African flame of passion broke through the crust of external equanimity. The fire-breathing volcano of lust was poured out the burning lava, burning a white girl. Inexperienced in the pleasures of the flesh She was a submissive toy in the clutches of insatiable sexual lioness.
— Shout! Scream bitch!
— No! Please can we hear!
— Let them hear! Let them know that you're my whore, black fingers unceremoniously folded the gum panties, invading inside damp crevices, you're mine, right!?
— Yours, — whisper to the blood bitten lips, and only yours, my Panther.
It really is like a great cat of the jungle — strong, flexible, and dangerous. Star women's team of the University's basketball — any white athlete looks with her timid and clumsy. Nastya hates sports, but does not miss a single basketball game. The match Nguni wears short yellow shorts, emphasizing the strong long legs that stares the whole room — and her fiercely, gnashing of teeth to hate everyone who dares to covet her Goddess.
But after the match she belongs only to her. Nastya always meets her in the ladies room of the University, when out of class. There in one of the booths, Nguni roughly pushes her to the wall covered with white tiles, enjoying the power over white girl. Somewhere rushing water, from the corridor she could hear footsteps and conversations late students, and her daughter knocked over on the cistern, if the fever responds to the greedy kisses, squirming under the strong fingers, tormenting a pea-sized clitoris. Nastya is beating at the hands of Nguni — disheveled, half-naked, near-unconscious from fear that they will see — and at the same time desperately wanted the sweet torture continued.
Black and white body merge together, tart moisture oozes tender flesh clenched convulsively around black fingers. His head thrown back, She substitutes the throat of an African Princess. Nguni growls like a lioness, it seems that her strong teeth digging into the tender hryaschik, gnawing throat. Each time being in the hands of the Nguni, she feels torn to shreds, eaten without a trace. Carnivorous black eyes sparkle, full lips savor every inch of Nastia's body, teeth bite the red berry nipples, causing the girl to cry out in sweet pain. It seems that even here-but the white flesh will melt, will flow under the hot caresses of the black Princess, as if removed from the refrigerator ice cream under the summer sun.
Fire and ice. The hot sun of the African plains above the blue lakes of Russian plain. Hot chocolate, poured in the milk. White Swan, trembling in the clutches of a black Panther.
— You mya Bilad, — Nguni, too excited, so begins to distort the words of the African way. In other lips it would have seemed ridiculous — but not in the mouth of the black Queen. She knocks her to the toilet seat, in one motion pulling her slacks and panties, carelessly throwing them into a corner. Black woman spreads her legs, and voluptuously licked his lips, slowly applying the language on the inner side of the thigh. Before her eyes, next to the opened labia small tattoo African mask in the crosshairs of copies. Sign of the Royal family, the stigma that the kings of the Zulus marked slaves. Nguni told about this master tattoo while Nasty, red from shame and crying from the pain, sitting in front of him, legs wide apart.
White body convulsive twitching, pink hole expires juice, while Nguni plays with her, pulling out of the trembling body moans and sobs. That black palm slides under the rounded buttocks of the girl, the finger feels tight moist ring, and at the same moment Nguni bites lips in a wet Bud.
— Yeah!!! — Anastasia to the pain, to the blood sinks its teeth into his hand to muffle a howl escaped, shuddering under the skilled caresses. Her hips jerking convulsively, trying to squeeze the head of Nguni, but that one hand presses the white thigh, even now not losing the power over the submissive body. She still shudders from the orgasm, and Nguni already hangs over her, glaring at red lips greedy kiss.
A little later, the black woman, throwing off her clothes, sits on the toilet, even here managing to look like a Queen on a throne. At least, so it seems Nastya standing in front of her on all fours. Vagina Nguni — as the gates of Mother Africa, from where once came all of humanity. The body Nguni — flexible, black, muscular, looked like Nastia majestic Temple of life. Like pillars rise up strong black legs, just frescoes covered with intricate tattoos. Nastya knows every inch of this curvy body, but did not stop to admire the power and beauty of the Zulu girl, with trembling lips touching the black toes.
His head bowed, as befits front of the Temple, Anastasia, crawling toward the black Queen. At the Gates have blossomed black and red rose, ending the coveted nectar and Russian girl with runs language during the wet petals. It wasn't like she was licking herself black woman — greedily, with hungry frenzy, glaring at the salty flesh, causing Cindy to cry out in pain when strong teeth lightly bit her Clit. Licking Russian beauty, Nguni and again reminded her — you are my rightful prey, my food.
But Nastya licks differently- quickly, but gently, reverently, like a pilgrim admitted to the Shrine. With the lips and tongue, she read the prayer on the moist tender flesh and were admitted to communion with the divine moisture. Black fingers hurt pulling her hair, labia stuck to my mouth "Vasilisa the Beautiful" and poured the blood clitoris rubs against her tongue, forcing himself to please. Dark thighs clench painfully Nastina, the head, drowned, almost strangled her black flesh, convulsively throwing in greedily open mouth portion of salty moisture. Nastya drinks and can't get enough of.
A harmonious blend of beautiful, Horny, Yin-Yang, only the beginning of both women. Sterile, chemically pure compound, not defiled by childbirth, only lubricating, leveling of racial beauty. Over and over again converges seemed infinitely distant from each other — snow-white beauty of the Russian plain and the hot African sun, rosacea blue-eyed Europe and black Africa, breasted come together again to break up into component parts, perfect, and beautiful, each in their own way.
And when Nastya, they had plenty of love juice Nguni, raised his eyes, the blue Russian rivers met with the black of the African night. Was found to weak to sink into her, obeying the will, stronger than her own.
My! — exclaimed the Nguni and, raising the fingers, chin imperiously kissed her lips salty with her own moisture, is forever mine.