He looked very attentively at me as I ran, then he called me aside and said: “You run like a hippo! You do not work at all with your feet, you break your knees, you do not hold your back! You can’t stand up to the training program, you will heed with inflammation of the meniscus. ” And he taught me how to run correctly. How to set foot, how to push, how to hold the body. “One day, when you learn to run correctly, and feel that you are flying over the track, you will no longer be able not to run!” He instructed and was right. Indeed, when there is lightness in movement, looseness and pain passes, you do not feel touch to the ground, it seems that your body is flying. Since then, I run regularly, wherever I am, wherever I go.
After being wounded and changing my suitability group, fate threw me into one of the remote military towns of our Motherland. The town consisted of a military zone (barracks, headquarters, a soldier’s canteen, a car park and a park) and a residential zone (the house of officers and contract soldiers, a hostel, the officer’s cafeteria, a bathhouse, a house of culture and p). Only five five-storey houses, three two-storeyed and many special structures of an unsightly look. And one shop. And around the taiga. And to the nearest settlement, which is marked on the map, 300 km along the broken down road. Depressing impression. The personnel in their soy bulk were drunk hard. From idleness, boredom and eternal depression. It would be possible that such a fate would have awaited me, but well trained in school years on the carpet, I was disgusted with drinking vodka, for the sake of vodka itself. Therefore, sport has become my means of fighting boredom and idleness.
In my company, I quickly restored the gym, hung out the bag, forced the welder to make griffons and using all sorts of metal priblud from tanks and infantry fighting vehicles, built bars, benches and other simple utensils for building muscles. The soldiers looked apprehensively at the new commander, who had been sober for a week and was engaged in the repair of the long-abandoned hall. While I was repairing I ran along the forest paths. I especially liked the trail leading to the top of the mountain, on which stood a large radar antenna. The highest place. Running uphill was difficult and, at the same time, enjoyable. The climb itself was a little more than 3 km away, but because of the steepness, you exhaust yourself as if you ran through the entire 10-ku. Going down was much nicer.
Once, already reaching the top, I stood, breathed, enjoyed life and the feeling of a healthy body, when suddenly a girl ran into the hill. In a sporty white and blue suit, in rare at that time Nike sneakers, with a reddened face and blue eyes from the load. We stared at each other in surprise, as if we saw a miracle. “Hello!” She said, studying the same carefully. I was not so handsome in the shape of the clothes. Camouflage trousers, army sneakers and vest. "Hello and you!" - I replied, a little embarrassed by his kind. “Are you probably our new company officer?” She asked with a smile. "Yes sir! He is, studying the area here! ”- I replied, and I was already in the mood for a conversation with a girl, but she turned around and ran down the hill. I, a little pause, not to seem like a maniac, followed in the same direction. I thought that I would quickly catch up to the girl, because I thought that I was running faster than her, but to my surprise, I saw her only at the very part when her figure appeared in the distance, near the officers' houses. I was extremely surprised and upset. The girl was faster than me.
I roughly calculated what time this girl should start running, so the next day, I was already waiting for her at a distance. And when she appeared, and glancing at me briefly, nodding her head and smiling, ran past, rushing up the hill, I immediately started after her, trying to catch up and overtake. But as I did not try, I could not do it. When the distance between us was reduced to an outstretched hand, and I was already sure that I caught up and overtook, the girl made a jerk and I was far behind, morally destroying me. We ran to the very top, I caught up, she let a little closer and then went into the lead. When we ran to the top, I was barely breathing, and the girl, not embarrassed by my presence, fell on the grass. “Well, you and annoying! He exhausted me all! ”- the girl said with a hint of joy in his voice:“ I haven’t been running like this for a long time! Well then, how! ”I could not say anything in return, I was breathing heavily and thought that I would die from a heart attack. My heart was pounding in my chest and I sorely lacked air. Having gained strength, I asked: “Where did you learn to run like this?” “Yes, I go in for athletics from school, I'm in the SKA team, now I am on vacation, I came to my husband,” the girl said in a more even voice: ". “Ahhh! And then I think what the hell is this, I can not catch up with the girl, and you turn out to be a master run! And Maxim me! ”I reply, pleased that my old self-esteem has returned to me. To lose to a master, albeit a woman, such an amateur as I am not at all offensive. “Listen, Maxim, and let's run together? You are forcing me to give all the best, I really need it now, ”she suddenly asked me. “Wow! I think a couple of such runs and I'll die! ”I replied, but I gave my consent to the joint training.
So we started running together. She showed me her training plan, where strong loads alternated with recovery ones, which calmed me somewhat. Now, apart from the physical pleasure of running, I also got moral, from communicating with a charming girl. Needless to say that for a lonely man, the ability to communicate with a beautiful and very sexy girl was especially important. Vika was a very beautiful girl, even for the most captious taste. Sports figure, irresistible beauty of the face, bottomless blue eyes, chest causing immodest thoughts, attractive look ass and amazing legs. Therefore, I very quickly, under the influence of spermotoxicosis and her beauty, began to roll up to her like a man, despite the fact that she was married.
Her husband, the chief of staff of the unit, is a good man, but unfortunately got hooked on a glass, like most of the officers of the unit. She told me that at the very beginning of their acquaintance he also went in for sports and even made progress in boxing. And then one boss fell in love with her and trying to break off their relationship with her husband, turned him into this hole, hoping that she would stay in St. Petersburg on the basis of SKA. But she went with her husband and now leaves only for the pre-competitive preparation stage in the city on the Neva. I liked her husband, always said what he thought and did nothing on the sly or mean. But his frequent binges negated all his positive qualities. He drank often and hard, drowning in an alcohol mist, losing his identity. She tried to rectify the situation, but all was in vain. “I love him, but when they bring him all that is dirty and in vomit, this love goes somewhere. And with his every appearance in this form, she takes away from me a piece of love for him, ”she said with sadness in her voice:“ I am afraid that soon she will not be left there at all! ”
I have never seduced other girls, and especially wives. He considered it wrong and vile, and there was no need for it. Around me was always full of free beauties. But in this case, all my principles suddenly began to melt quickly, under the influence of smell and a sense of the closeness of her body. I liked to run behind her, because there, I could calmly admire her ass and enjoy her movements, feel her smell. At stops, he always sat down closer to be able to accidentally touch her. I loved to help her maintain flexibility, because I needed to touch her legs and hips, stretching her muscles. The one who had a long period of abstinence, knows what feelings I felt when my hands lay on her body, felt the tenderness of the skin and the warmth of her body. The member immediately jumped up like a S-300 rocket, strictly vertically, stupidly sticking out his pants. She, of course, saw and understood my condition, but pretended that she did not notice my excitement, shaking hands and a mound on my pants.
Once we, according to her plan, ran towards the lake, which is 10 km from the part. There 10 and back 10, with a rest on the shore of the lake itself. We ran easily, forcing the muscles to work in the recovery mode, preparing them for the upcoming race for control time. We ran to the shore of the amazing beauty of the forest lake. The quiet, flat surface, reflected almost without distortion, the blue sky and the forest at the edges. In the place where we were, there was a small piece of sandy beach, which was used as a beach. There was no intense heat and the water was probably cold, but I wanted to swim and wash off the sweat, adherent salt and cobwebs with the remains of mosquitoes. “Let's dive ?!” - as if reading my thoughts, suggested Vika and without waiting for my answer, she took off her T-shirt and shorts and ran into the water in her panties and topic. I followed the same one, on the move taking off my clothes and shoes. The water really turned out to be cool, but after a second, the body got used to it and even became pleasant.
Vick famously waved his hands, and portraying a crawl, swam. “This is where I can show class!” - I thought, and showing the beautiful style of a dolphin, rushed to the middle of the lake. Easily overcoming this distance, I stopped and turned around. Vika looked at me with admiration. I am proud of myself and satisfied with the impression I have made, I decided to show that I can also breaststroke and crawl on my back. "Oh wow! You are just like our swimming collections! ”Vika said with delight when I swam up to her:“ Teach me a dolphin! ”I gladly began to show this technique and tell me how best to do it. In the process, I had to my great joy of touching her, to support her body on the surface, to correct her legs, arms and back. Sometimes by chance, and more often on purpose, I touched her ass in beautiful black panties and breasts, hidden in a sports topic. It terribly excited and worried me. The member has grown so much that its head crawled out from under the gum of my training pants. Despite the cold water, the erection was strong and not killed. Having spent a little while in the water, Vika said: “Everything! I froze! ”And won ashore. She jumped ashore faster than me, and I also wanted to go out, when suddenly I realized that my member was so swollen and stood up that it would be very noticeable. I decided to stand a little in the water, so that under the influence of the cold, he drooped. But the long-awaited relief did not come. On the contrary, seeing how beautiful Vika looks in her underwear in the sun, how droplets of lake water glisten on her body, my rod was even stronger.
“Well, why did you get up there? Sucked? "- Vika shouts smiling at me and I do not know what to say to her. “Let's get out, or you'll catch a cold!” She insists and waves her hand to me. “Now, pokayfuyu still in some water and crawl out!”, - I say in a voice shaking with cold, and I myself curse my physiology. “But you are an adult boy, why are you shy, I know that you are kicking up there, come out! I will not be shocked! ”, - Vika shouts to me, laughing:“ I will turn away! ”. She turns her back to me, and I begin to crawl out onto the shore. The body receives the long-awaited warmth, and the rays of the sun quickly begin to warm it. But before I could get out and knee-deep as Witka, that devil turned around and looked at me. My underpants were bulging very strongly, the excited organ pulled the tissue to a good 15 centimeters from the body, so much so that part of the elastic band moved away from the abdomen from the front. There was no reason to hide behind, and even opportunities. I had to dutifully go out, allowing the girl to consider my attitude indicator to her. “Wow! Yes, I look worried! ”- Vika joked, but in her eyes and voice there was more than some surprise and a bit of regret. “Sorry! He himself! I'm not on purpose! You are just so sexy, and I have been so long ... "," I began to apologize, but Vika stopped my attempts: "Yes, everything is fine! I understand! Run, come back! You can run then? ”And slyly looking at me, she ran along the path. I rushed after, trying not to fall behind.
Whatever it was, but this incident brought us even closer together and already at our next meeting, Vika shared her personal experiences with me. She told me about her childhood, about her first love, about how she met her current husband, about the problems that now exist in their family life. “Cursed vodka ruins everything! When he is sober, then there is no better man and husband in the world, I am almost absolutely happy, but as my eyes fly, it seems I am ready to kill him, so I hate him. I am afraid that I am beginning to forget how good he is, because more and more often I see him drunk, ”probably every wife of an officer in this town could say the same thing. I really felt sorry for Vika, this is a charming girl, full of energy and strength. “You said yesterday that you have not had a girlfriend for a long time. How long ago is how much? ”, - for some reason, without a smile and a sly squint, which is customary for her, Vika asked. “I’m certainly not going to say it, but for more than half a year, it seems, I was in the hospital for the final time, with a very charming doctor!”, I replied, I feel that Vika asked this not just for curiosity. "And I have a year, you know !? With a living husband, I have not been with him for a year, and with others as well. At the training camp there is no possibility, solid training, and when I come here, in the hope that my husband will meet me and be happy to see me, I do not have time to catch him sober. And as he drinks a shot, he can no longer stop. Immediately the second, after, then naturally the third, for those who are not dreams, and then it’s gone, and after an hour, it’s not that his tool, he cannot stand. And the next day I need to improve my health, and again he is gone, and then I don’t want him, he becomes so disgusted, ”Vika opened her personal grief to me. “So why won't you divorce then?” I ask, although I already know the answer. Such as Vika can not throw someone who loves them and depends. “Yes, I already thought about it, but then how can I imagine that he is alone here, without me. He will definitely shoot himself, and I will not forgive myself for this! ”, - Vika answers me, and I feel sorry for her, and a little bit of myself, because I don’t have that same girl.
And the port was a fire. Burned warehouse with property. Strong and scary. Something there exploded and puffed. Flames violently devoured the building and already rushed to the neighbors. All personnel heroically fought for the preservation of other buildings. Naturally, I was in the line of fire. He helped the fire brigade with all he could, as a result, scorched his eyelashes and eyelids, part of the hair on his head, and turned black with soot. So I saw Vika, who was returning from the medical unit, where her husband was lying, prokapyvalas after the next binge. "Oh my God! What happened to you? ”She screamed, running up to me. “Why, I made kebabs!” I joked, but only now I felt like I sucked. The skin on his face burned, his head ached, his legs and arms, after pulling the sandbags, ached a lot. “So, come with me! I will put you in order now! ”- commanded Vika and led me along. We came to her house and she immediately sent me to the bathroom. There was a great blessing in the officers' houses - hot water. There was no such happiness in our hostel, so we had to warm the water in saucepans and wash in basins, and on Saturdays, in front of the soldiers, go to the bathhouse. Many made friends among lodgers for the sake of being able to take a shower. During the time that I spent in this part, I first got into the shower.
Warm gentle trickles of water washed away the dirt and soot of the fire from me, and it seemed that my fatigue was with them. I was very good and I was ready to stand under the shower indefinitely, but then there was a knock on the door: “Hey! Are you alive there? ”Vika reminded me that I was still a guest and I had to get out into the air. Then I ran into the first task. My clothes were not where I threw them. Neither a uniform, nor a telnik, nor even panties with socks. They disappeared. "Vika! Where are my clothes? ”I yelled, slightly opening the door. "In the wash!" She is terribly dirty and stinks! There is a big towel there, wrap yourself in it and go out! ”- I hear Vika’s voice from far away, I find a towel, wrap myself in it and, looking like a Greek, I go out. "You
Where? ”- I shout again into the interior of the apartment and hear in response:“ Go to the kitchen, to the right is the door! I am now! ”
I go into the kitchen and sit down at a table that already has a bread box, with delicious-smelling pieces of black bread, a salad bowl, in which a vegetable salad and two empty plates are absorbed by sour cream. While I was looking at the table, Vika appeared, in a short home dress, in such a light and transparent one that it seemed to be made of cobwebs. In the light of the window, it became completely transparent and I could clearly see all the curves and outlines of her body, dressed in white linen. Needless to say, I immediately felt the languor in my loins, and the towel below began to rise treacherously. “Borsch?” - Vicki’s question brought me out of my stupor. "BUT? What? ”- my brain hasn't turned on yet. “Will you have borscht?” - laughingly clarifies his question Vika, realizing that now I want nothing more than borscht in the world. “Aha! I will! I really want to eat! ”- I'm lying. There really is a wish, but not as much as the landlady wants. We eat a delicious lunch together and talk about the fire, or rather, I try to tell you what happened there and how, but I constantly stumble, staring at Vika. She laughs, and tells me where and how I got off, on what I stopped my story. “How is your husband?” I ask, although to me, by and large, this is not very interesting. Only here I am in his apartment with his wife and I would not want him to suddenly appear here. "Do not worry! Today, he will not be able to get up from his bed, ”Vika answers a little sadly, but with a smile, having understood my false anxiety. I am embarrassed and consider it necessary to clarify: “I'm just here in a towel, and you ...” “And what am I?”, Vika asks, noticing that I swallowed the end of the phrase. "And you are so beautiful and sexy on the contrary!" - I blurted out, deciding to say everything as it is.
“He doesn’t see this, so he would be more interested in why you eat his borscht from his plate and his spoon!”, Vika answers quite sadly, rising from the table, cleans empty plates and sets cups. “How so? How can you not see such beauty? I would not have been able to leave the service if you had met me like that at dinner! ”I am sincerely indignant, not understanding how a man can fail to see how beautiful his wife is. “I don’t meet him like that now. He does not need this. All you need is a stack, a bottle, and a snack is a luxury that steals a degree. So this is what I wore and made ready especially for you to please and what would you have today was a good mood for a future dream, ”Vika explained, slyly smiling at the last sentence. I appreciated her joke, even though she hinted that at night I would masturbate. Yes, so it was in principle. Almost every night, I masturbate under a blanket, trying not to wake up my roommate, remembering our meetings with Vika, just like a teenage schoolboy, a conscript soldier and a submariner atomic watchman. “Well, thank you for such care!” I replied with sarcasm: “But thanks also for borscht, it’s really awesome and delicious for a shower. How I was born again! Well, for an erotic performance too! ”Vika smiles and turns her back to me and, with a slight movement of her hands, lifts the hem of her dress and for some short moment shows me her ass in fishnet panties. My jaw drops, and she, as if nothing had happened, straightened the dress, goes to the stove, on which the kettle boils, playfully shaking her hips. I jump up from a chair and walk up to her from behind and hug, and immediately kiss my neck. "Maksim! Sit down, please! Don't, ”- without turning her head, she asks Vika, although there is no severity or anger in her voice. But I move away and sit down at the place, deciding to play by her rules. She brings a teapot, and I see her cheeks burning and her hands shaking. I intercept her hand and take away a hot and dangerous object and pour it myself into cups. “You will cover me and my boyfriend!” - I joke, and she laughs, glad that I did not take offense and do not show perseverance.
I always felt women, at some level of my sixth sense, I understood that they really wanted when I listened to them, I saw them. And now, I felt that Vika lacked ordinary male love and affection. Ordinary touches of strong and strong hands, the ability to embrace broad shoulders and sow nails into a powerful back. When I touched her neck with my lips and put my arms around me, I clearly felt the trembling of her body, which you can’t confuse with anything. She wanted a man, she finally wanted to get satisfaction and remember what it is to be desired and loved. But at the same time, there was a struggle between lust and responsibility, between happiness and duty. I knew that she loved her husband, cherished him and cherished him, but at the same time, she really wanted to feel like a woman, just a woman, beautiful, delightful, desired, and not a nurse with a moral cripple, who needs only the fact presence and some care. Therefore, I did not insist. I didn’t want to be the one who would make a girl transgress through her moral principles, fall into sin and then be responsible for it. It was not difficult to do, if I showed perseverance and a little skill, and I would get Vika right off the stove. Her weak protest was for her, and not for me, I could calmly continue kissing and caressing her, and bending down towards the window sill, satisfy mine and her lust. She would not resist and did not object, but waved towards me and moaned with pleasure. But then, when all this bliss is over, I would lose it forever. She would not forgive me for taking advantage of her weakness.
We sat at the table and drank tea, continuing to look slyly at each other and play with glances. I showed it to her breasts with my eyes and demonstrated to all my acting mimic craftsmanship that I really like them and I bastard from them. She also showed me facial expressions that she was unhappy with them. I asked raising the eyebrows up, why. She, with a gesture of hands, showed that they are small. I also did not agree with her with facial expressions and gestures, showing that they were large enough, but she claimed the opposite. All this was done with smiles and laughter, but silently. Straight as children were played. In the end, tired of arguing with me, she unbent the collar of the dress and showed me her right breast in a neat and very beautiful bra, hinting that the large size is more than a bra with insert. I categorically disagreed and stretched out my hand, showing with my fingertips that I wanted to measure the thickness of the insert. Vika nodded her head to touch this intimate part of her clothes. I gently miss my fingers between the tender breasts and the bra, a little deeper than necessary for the measurement and, as it were, accidentally touch her nipple, and with a deadpan look, perform the measurement, showing mimics that I am busy with calculations. I feel how the body of the girl begins to tremble again and a veil appears in her eyes. I start to move my fingers, as if trying to measure the thickness of the layer is better, but in fact I try to caress her breast and pull the nipple. I manage to do this for a while, until Vika refreshes herself and pulls out my hand, but smiling and threatening me with a finger. I build sad and offended
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Then I notice that I am beginning to feel sleepy. Today I was responsible for the night and therefore I hardly slept, and then there was also this fire and such a load. And filling the stomach with hot food, and having pampered the body in the shower, I struggled with closed eyelids. “Come, put you to bed. While you sleep, your clothes are washed, and I will iron them. You will put on a clean and tasty smell, ”Vika notices my struggle and leads me to the room. I don’t resist at all, I don’t care where I’ll sleep, the main thing is to sleep. She gets a sheet out of the closet, spreads it on the sofa, brings a pillow and a blanket. I turned my back to her, unwinding the towel and hiding behind a rug, falling onto the prepared bed. Just touching the pillow on my head, I fall asleep.
I wake up from a sense of danger. I always sleep lightly, a skill that has turned into a habit that has been developed in a school where the “evil” foreman sneaked up on newcomers, and if they did not hear him approaching, they would get Piz ... leu. This skill helped us all in real combat and we, who hate our foreman for such an atrocity, then wrote letters to him with gratitude. And now, even though I slept soundly, but as soon as I felt myself approaching, I woke up and slightly opened my eyes. It was already dark, and the twilight reigned in the room, but there was enough light from a street-light so that I could see that I was lying fully open, throwing off, apparently sweating, plaid on the floor, on my back. And as often happens in men, in a very excited state. Moreover, I recently often dreamed of erotic content dreams. And now, before awakening, I experienced something like that connected with a woman. But I woke up because someone was approaching my body, carefully and on tiptoe.
In the twilight of the room, I unmistakably saw the outlines of the female figure. It was Vika. She carefully looked at my face, looking for whether I was sleeping soundly and quietly approaching me. I painstakingly portrayed the sleeper, continuing to breathe evenly and deeply with relaxed muscles on my face. When Vika came up to the sofa, she knelt down right in front of my face and began to gently stroke my hair and forehead. I just pulled the muscles of the forehead, but continued to lie still and calm. The girl, making sure that I was fast asleep, continued to stroke me. Stroking her hair and forehead, she began to stroke my chest and stomach and finally went down even lower. She touched my dick with her fingertip and immediately pulled her hand away, carefully peering into my face. It was serene. But from her touch, my traitor began to actively pulsate, demanding caresses. Apparently in the dark, Vika did not notice this, but touched him again, already stroking his palm. After making sure that I was still asleep, she stroked him again and again, clasped her palm, squeezed and pushed again, and then touched the head with her lips. I could no longer lie still.
I opened my eyes, stood up and grabbed Vika, who scared and jumped up, and immediately threw her onto the sofa next to me, glaring at her lips. She tried to say something, but I didn’t care. She made her choice herself. Now it's my turn. I swallow her lips, invade her mouth with my tongue, squeeze her chest with my palm and growl like a tiger. I really want this woman, and nothing in this world can stop me. My bayonet stuck into her thigh and under the pressure of the body leaning on her moves in the direction of her panties. I want to quickly put it to her bit, even if hidden behind a strip of panties. Here it is stuck in a hot and already wet place and I publish a satisfied growl. I push him so hard forward that it seems that he will now tear the fabric of the panty and stick it into Vika’s body. Vika is already breathing heavily and screaming. My hand penetrates under the bra and tears off one of the cups and falls on a trembling hillock, feeling how sharp the nipple has become. With my second hand I dress with her, exposing her whole body to feel his warmth and tenderness and cuddle up to him with her torso. Vika is crying. Tears flow from her eyes on the cheeks and streams flow down on the pillow. But I am ruthless and devoid of sympathy at the moment. I don't care what she experiences there now. I want her, I want to hug and caress, I want to feel her breath in my ear and enjoy her screams, I want to plunge my stake into her cave, which has so long been bored without guests.
She is crying, and I kiss her cheeks, licking tears and going down below, kissing her neck, collarbone, chest, nipple, stomach. Cry, goes into the sweet moans and cries. Her body is trembling, and spinning in cramps. I kiss her in a wet strip and begin to take off her panties, exposing the flaming flaming heat. Vika lifts her ass so that the gum of her panties easily jumps off her hips. I take off the unnecessary shred of fabric and dug into the crevice bleeding through the juices. My tongue, after caressing a pea, slips inside and I feel like everything is burning and shrinking there. Vika is already in ecstasy. In an effort to catch up with her and go to the magical world of orgasm at the same time, I push my body to an unbelievable size to the hole, from the purple-red head of which the moisture flows and insert it into her bosom, expanding the constricted walls, plunging into the depth of the wicked body. The girl immediately starts screaming loudly and I feel my spasms of her womb squeeze my cock. I do some jolts and explode myself, not caring about anything. I do not care. I want to pour into the girl, fill her with the love and passion that has accumulated in me for all this time. I twitch to the beat of the pulsation of the body and firmly press the body of a girl wriggling in ecstasy to her, not letting her leave my dick. Vika is no longer able to scream and breathe, Her eyes and mouth are wide open, her hands are squeezing the sheet, tearing her fabric, her legs are strongly pressing me against her body. I look and I can’t recognize in the girl’s distorted face that sweet face that was before.
I feel the walls of her caverns shrink, pulling out the last droplets of life-giving moisture from my trunk. I kiss the girl and she in response hugs me with the strength of a wrestler and bites into my neck, then into my shoulder, tears my back with my nails and screams again and I again feel her womb from which a stream of juices flow. I pull my satisfied organ out of her body, trying to save him from a violent attack, but Vika immediately, pushing me aside, jumps on him and starts kissing, licking our fluids. She does it so smartly and gently that my cock hardens again and becomes in a fighting position. Vika immediately turns over on her tummy, gets on her knees and appeals, appealingly, with her legs apart. I occupy a position from behind and drive my animated instrument into a cave set up for him. Vick groans and begins to actively move his body, almost independently putting himself on my stake. I just try to keep him in the right direction and not let him jump out. After a minute, Vika starts to finish again, shouting incomprehensible words and sounds and squeezing my trunk with her internal muscles. I'm still not ready to finish, I continue to prank myself a girl, enjoying the humidity, heat and massage movements of her womb. Feeling the approach of the emission, I insert my peak deeper and pulling the girl over the hips, splashing. Only after that I notice that Vika is almost immovable. It seems that all the vital energy has left her body. Pale face, white lips, cold feet and hands. Only the eyes are wide open, and the tongue tries to lick the insensible lips. I fall down beside me, exhausted by today's adventures and fall asleep.
We both woke up together on a narrow couch, hugging tightly. For the rest of the night, my body recovered, as evidenced by another erection, which immediately, under the expressed dissatisfaction with Vika, was used for its intended purpose, a very good substitute for morning jogging and exercise. Inserted strong member in the mink wet from the evening perfectly awakens both men and women. This time I loved Vika, and not just fooling around, full of passion and desire. The movements were cautious and gentle, responding to every breath and cry. Within a minute, Vika stroked my balls and the penis of a member entering her awakened bosom. The touch of Vikina’s hands led to a quick volley and throwing another portion into the cave of the girl, I finally noticed time. I had to run to the service. Vika, without getting out of bed waving his hand, showed where my things. They really were ironed and smelled delicious.
Today on the construction I was the most beautiful and happy officer. Neighbors enviously looked at my ironed form and contented physiognomy and quickly guessed who had received it in such a way. It caused even more envy and gossip. My back felt the poison oozing from the mouth of the envious. (Especially for eats.ru - .org) You bet. So much was willing to fuck the wife of the chief of staff, but all attempts ended in a blow to the balls. And this insolent newbie, suddenly so lucky. I was just worried about Vika. I really wanted this incident not to affect her life for the worse. And my hopes were justified.
When her husband came out of the medical unit and some well-wisher told him about the "loyalty" of his wife, he tried to shoot himself, but the sensitive and wise commander of the unit ordered not to give him the weapon. The tied loop broke, and the staff driver received only a larynx injury. As a result, he had to listen to his wife, who ran to the san part. What she told him there remained a secret, but only the next day, he and she left the unit, leaving the commander's report on his dismissal on the table. Later we heard rumors that they live in St. Petersburg, that they have two children and that the husband does not drink at all. I wanted to find her on arrival at Peter, but then I decided that it was not worth it. May she remain the most pleasant memory in my life.