It was another long-term business trip to another city of our country. Our company quietly expanded the geography of its presence in the regions. So there was nothing difficult for me. You come, look around the premises, which were rented or bought into the property by other representatives from our company. Then you plan where to install partitions to make a showroom, office space, a toilet, a warehouse, and so on. Then you send the planning project by mail to the head office, for approval and after all approvals, which happen very quickly, you get the go-ahead for further actions.
Then you hire a designer. He makes a sketch of the decoration of the showroom. Again, the approval and the teams hired by the designer already embody everything completely, from the plumbing to the lining. In general, prepare the room completely.
Further purchase of furniture, shelves, equipment. You order our products through the head office, but for now everything is delivered, you recruit staff. The branch accountant, after the interview with me, is also selected by the chief accountant of the head office, talking to him on Skype. I recruited the rest myself.
Came another one of ours, an elderly man, before retirement age. Normal such a guy, funny. I met him at the airport, talked while waiting for the luggage, then drove to his place of residence, by taxi.
We rented apartments from the company, odnushki, for the duration of the business trip. So that everything there was for life, washer, iron, ironing, well, in the kitchen, so that the microwave and electric kettle was. In general, normal huts were.
Nikolayevich was engaged in training personnel for work. Customer meeting, processing, product pairing and the whole further chain. I began to engage in stable supply adjustments. They took a branch manager from a local to load from the very beginning. An intelligent guy, thirty years old, education, language is suspended, as it should. And so we became the three of us to deal with this branch. Accounting does not count, there are their own supervisors and their work.
Somewhere a week before the opening, we gathered with Nikolayevich, this guy Anton, and so did I, in a tavern to sit. Nikolayevich came with Madame, whom I accepted for work. Ugly but slim, thirty-year-old woman. Divorce with a child. Nikolayevich doesn’t care if only a younger one had a body with holes. As he said - sucking head -
Anton came with his girl, the girl is so, very good in all the plans. Twenty-five years old, tall, slim. Ass cool, legs, breasts, very beautiful. Eyes are gray-green, hair is blond, long. Well, as long, just below the shoulders. Really awesome girl.
I also wanted to come with one sucking head, also recruited from work, but then I changed my mind. Why does Anton need to know about this, then they still need to work together. And Nikolayevich and his companion, you see, did not care.
We sat there a little, drank cognac, dined, talked, not in a working environment. Then they took a taxi.
In principle, as I assumed that the sucking head, which was with Nikolayevich, will not understand that work and time off are two different things. At work, Anton approached me, complained that this bitch began to be too familiar. I took her to a party and made an injection in the head so that I would be an employee at work, and outside working hours, that was another matter. It seems to understand. Anton began to look more cheerful, although he could have talked with her himself. He was probably afraid that he would have to clash with Nikolayevich. And we, with Nikolayevich, when I met him from the plane, talked about this. As the conversation went and talked that at work, we work, and after work, even eat vodka and roll on the ground. This is normal.
The week was vain, but opened a branch with fanfare. Balls, orchestra, all things. Customers first came. We flew a little this day, and there were still plenty of rough edges. But after work, they again decided to go to the same tavern. More at work agreed on this, towards evening.
Nikolaitch and Anton again came with their own. And I'm alone again. This time, my madam herself refused, having learned that Nikolayevich and Anton would be there. I kept silence about Nikolayevich’s sucking head. Maybe right, that did not go. Actually, she had a boyfriend, but he left the Sabbath somewhere and I replaced him, for a while. The girl was normal. Not beautiful and not terrible, slim, not too tall, with a short haircut. I first asked her to help me get out of my apartment, for money, of course. She did not refuse, came in the evening, wiped the dust, washed the floors. I then offered to drink beer or wine, I bought it beforehand. She also did not refuse. I drank beer, it is wine. Sat, talked. She told about her life, about the guy she said she left six weeks ago, to earn money. He strained money with them, she sat unemployed for two months until she settled for us.
I see a girl being waged. He asked how far he lives.
- From here far away. - she laughed - we are renting a room, cheaper, but they themselves generally from the region, two hours to go there by bus. And the room behind the bridge, there is the cheapest area -
I poured, but she did not refuse. He sat down closer to her, hugged, kissed. She answered. So I stayed for the night. I miss the male affection. In the morning only fell asleep with her.
The first time, just finished on her stomach, her phone rang. Slowly, she got up, pulled the phone out of her purse, and began to talk. The guy called her. She told him that now she was at home and I heard him scolding him that he was drunk.
Then, after a shower, she raised her cock with my mouth and started to jump on me herself. I lay her boobs paw. Then he put her cancer and vdul on the most eggs, ending in the ass.
Then again in the shower. After that, we sat in the kitchen, drank some more, and in some places. She again worked with her mouth, but after I immediately put her on cancer and pulled, firmly holding her hips, so as not to crawl away.
Well, I polished it. In the morning she was cheerful, at breakfast, especially when I gave her money, for cleaning. In the evening, not before.
At work I constantly shot at me with my eyes when I saw and smiled, with my head down. Then he took time off from work, leave a little bit earlier. I let go, asked only to warn Anton.
The next day, I asked her when there was no one around - is it again early today or what? -
- No - she smiled.
- Can we drink some wine today? - I suggested.
- Better beer. I like beer too - smiling, she said.
So I began to meet with her in my apartment, two or three times a week, at the same time and cleaned, for money.
She stayed with me for the night. We drank a bottle of beer, then a shower, sex, a shower, a floor of a beer bottle with talk, again sex and a shower. Drank up the beer, talking about all sorts of things, sex, shower and sleep.
It was just mutual help. Stupid sex with talk and nothing more. Fuck she loved.
In general, the restaurant with me, she did not go, so as not to glow.
Nastya, Anton's girl, asked me - why is she alone again? - when we met everyone at the entrance to the pub, at the appointed time.
- Abstinence from me. Vow of virginity - I laughed.
Nikolaitch immediately supported - He is left-handed, he shoeing his flea, he rubs his corns -
Everyone laughed. - Nikolayevich, you are a direct seer - I pinned. With him, we also immediately agreed that we communicate with you, even at work.
Rested in the pub. Nastya, Anton and I drank cognac, and Nikolaitch and his Toma drank wine. Then Nikolaitch drew a ballet dance with Toma, he pulled her out of the table and led her to a small dance floor, where several couples were already spinning.
- Come on let's dance too? - Nastya looked at me - Antosh, you will not mind - she turned to her - you still do not dance. -
- And you asked, he is dancing? - he grinned.
- I also sing - I laughed.
- See, dancing - smiled Nastya.
- Yes, go, go, turn your ass - Anton allowed and Nastya nodded to me, blinking an eye - went - and went ...
to the dance floor, where he was already rubbing against Tom Nikolayevich, having pressed her to him.
I went after Nastya, approached her, put one arm around her waist, took her hand with the second hand and we began to move to the beat of the music.
- For a long time to come to us? - Nastya asked, bringing her head slightly to my ear. The music played loudly, but not so much as to yell at each other's ear.
“It’s exactly half a year,” I replied — maybe a little more, eight months, nine, I'll be here. How to go -
- And what, you and travel around the country, opening branches? And what about family? - asked Nastya.
- So I go. In principle, because of the family and began to dangle. The rift with his wife went, after the divorce and began to travel around the country -
- Do you have children? She asked.
- Yes, there is a son, he lives with his mother, with his ex-wife, that is. I see him sometimes when I come from business trips. And so, the money is sent to life. When I arrive, I buy presents for my son. He did not ask him to give birth and this is my son. I have no complaints about my wife, it was love and over. We loved each other, gave birth to a son. It’s just that the circumstances have changed, but you can’t get past the past, wipe it off, wrap it up. And why? It was not bad with us -
- Clear. It happens and so - thoughtfully said Nastya - And how do you manage without girls? -
- Why not girls? - I was surprised - in each city by the wife - I laughed - only temporarily, for the duration of the business trip -
- It is clear - she laughed - diversity in everything, in work and in personal life -
- Well, like that - I grinned.
Here the music ended and we went to our table.
- Were bogged down - looked at his girlfriend Anton.
“Everything is tactful,” I laughed, sitting down.
- Yes, I saw - he grinned.
- Antosh, just a dance, according to pioneering - Nastya laughed.
- Well, let's continue, or what? - sitting down, said Nikolayevich, having previously seated Tom.
And we continued. Then I danced a couple of times with Nastya, talked with her. I talked a little about myself, she about herself. We did not speak about my work. Nastya told me that she was twenty-three years old, that she met Anton a year ago. Itself from the region, works in the center, receives calls and redirects clients to the necessary departments. He lives with Anton, along with his mother. Anton's mom is a peculiar woman. She still does not care, is engaged only in himself and his life. “In principle, it’s good that it’s not going anywhere at all,” Nastya stated.
Then they began to gather home. For the clearing, as in the past times, the three of us, paid equally, chipped. Normally rested, danced, drank alcohol, relaxed.
Then the routine daily work again went on. One evening, I was already at home, the intercom was called. I went, answered. It turned out Anton. He rose to me, being not alone, but with his Nastya. I invited them to go. Anton was replaced at first, but Nastya said that she would not have refused a coffee and it is very curious to see which apartments our companies rent. And they took their shoes and passed.
- Yes, hut, like hut, nothing special. Ordinary odnushka with furniture and appliances - I said, showing Nastya his home.
- And there is even a split split! She said approvingly.
- Well yes. The main thing is that there is a washing machine and a kettle - I laughed.
- By the way, it is very important - Nastya noticed, continuing to look at the room - was the iron and ironing machine bought or bought? - she looked at me.
- Everything was. I just bought rags, mop and chemistry, I answered.
Then she looked at the bathroom, looked in the toilet and went to the kitchen where Anton was sitting, waiting for us.
- Not bad here with him - Nastya approved, sitting down at the table, turning to Anton.
- OK - he shrugged his shoulders - will you wait for more coffee? -
- I will not refuse, we still have to go far - Nastya sighed.
- Where are you going to go, looking at night? - I asked, pouring water into the kettle.
- Yes, we therefore went, did not want this on the phone - said Anton - we must go to the next area, the father urgently asked to come. And it is far. Until we get there, it is unknown how much, then back. I wanted to take time off tomorrow -
- Well, if necessary, then why not - I replied - we will arrange a day off for you tomorrow. Nikolayevich, I will inform you from morning that you will not be. So, no question, go -
He brewed some coffee to them, made tea for himself, cut the buter, drank, talked a little. With them he still wrapped sandwiches. Already seeing them off, at the door, he offered to meet in the same composition in a week, as usual - there is a reason, he will have a birthday present. I always celebrate this day, wherever I am -
They were not against.
A week later, I waited for everyone at the entrance to the tavern, where they usually met. Nikolaitch and Toma approached. We stood, waiting for Anton and Nastya, making fun of Nikolayevich. Cool he is still a man. Nastya came up without Anton.
- Why is that so? Asked Nikolayevich, puzzled, looking at Nastya.
- Anton said that he would linger a little, told me to go, and he would come up a little later - she replied - this is for you, congratulations on your son's birthday - she gave me a small soft toy - are you alone again, or what? And where is the business wife? - Nastya laughed.
- Her man came to her - I laughed.
- Wow? - Nastya laughed. - In order not to be bored while the man was away? -
- Well, yes, they did not let each other die - I laughed.
- A normal phenomenon - Nikolayevich supported me. - So that there would be no downtime, neither Sanya nor hers - he laughed.
- Live happily - Nastya laughed - let’s go for what? -
- Come on. Yes, thanks for the gift! - I shook a soft toy.
- Contact, if anything - she laughed.
“And then we will buy you balloons, air, if you want to,” Nikolaitch laughed.
“Let's go buy some balls in the pharmacy myself,” I laughed and pulled his hand to the entrance to the tavern.
Nastya and I drank cognac, Nikolaitch and Toma-wine. Anton did not appear. Nastya called him several times, but he did not answer. Then I called and he answered.
- Hi Anton, well, where are you stuck? - I greeted him.
“Sash, I’ll not come in short, there’s such a thing ...” he sighed into the phone.
- Anton, well, what did you leave me - I heard a female voice in the receiver - I said it myself, go go gray, and myself -
- In general, Sash, I will not be able to come today. You there Nastya say something. I'll turn off the phone now. Then you tell me what she said, Anton told me, and I realized that he was already dead.
- Actually, she is sitting next to you, take it and tell her everything. I am not your friend or brother to such garbage. Understand yourself with your everyday issues - I laid siege to him.
- Sorry. I'll talk to her later. I'm sorry that everything turned out this way - he began to apologize, realizing that he had said the wrong thing.
- Come on, do not be ill - I smiled and turned off the call.
- What did he say? - looked at me Nastya.
- He said he could not come - I answered - call him yourself if you want -
Nastya began to call him - not available - she said quietly, looking at her phone - well, okay - she lifted her head and smiled, looking at me - let's go, dance, or what? -
We just got up and the music finished playing. Nikolaitch and Toma returned to the table.
- Well, is Anton still on the way? - asked Nikolayevich, having seated Tom.
- He said that he would not be today - I grinned.
- Not okay, pay attention to Nastya, so that the girl does not get bored - he laughed.
- Yes, I’m not bored anyway - Nastya laughed.
“Well then, let's drink to it,” suggested Nikolayevich, pouring out to everyone who drank - so as not to be bored in any situation - and raised his glass of wine. We clinked glasses and drank.
Then Nastya began to share with cognac. Outwardly, having fun, and she was swelling. And I smelled brandy so that I could barely talk.
“Well, take it while it’s lukewarm and take it to yourself,” Nikolaitch grinned when his Tom was ..
I went to the toilet - where else could I take it? - he looked at me - we will not leave here. I will go with my sucking head to me. And you take this one - he nodded at Nastya - a very good body - looking at Nastya, he stated - you would inherent in her so that you would not stand and so that Anton would not leave her nipple alone
Nastya sat next, flapping her eyelashes, trying to adjust her gaze.
- Nikolayevich, what to do with this brickyard? - I smiled - so it is really a good little chick. Yes Nastya? - I stroked her shoulder - you're a cool girl? - I laughed.
She nodded and remained with her head down.
- And what to do with this body? - I laughed, looking at Nikolayevich.
- Yes, what you want. Take all the holes in her cucumbers crammed - he screamed.
- It is necessary to bring her to the house - I grinned.
- Bringing - Nikolaich waved his hand - hold tight for the ass and that's it. Well, or dragged by the legs, he laughed.
Nastya did not care that we were sitting next to her, so we talked about her.
- Well, in popalam, as usual? - Nikolaitch looked at me, offering to pay off and move from here.
- I will pay for everything myself - I refused - my son, his birthday today -
- Well, see for yourself. Tady, I will go, Tomka will take it straight from the toilet, and we will move it, with your permission, Nikolaich laughed.
- Come on - I grinned.
Nikolayevich underestimated Nastiny's ability to be drunk.
When I settled in the pub, I dragged Nastya to the street. At first everything was fine. Then the drunken brawl began. She always wanted to go somewhere. A couple of times fell, escaping from my hands.
One taxi driver refused to drive us. sexytal.com I offered the second one and a half prices and we shoved Nastya into the back seat with him. I sat down with her so that I did not jump out of the car on the way.
I pulled out of the taxi, I already had one, the taxi driver scored on this matter. Then he normally drove it to the elevator. I held it at the apartment while I opened the door. I dragged her to the apartment, put it on the sofa, already pulled it, threw her legs on the sofa, went, closed the door and took off. Then he went into the shower and returned to the room in his underpants with things in his hands. He put them on a chair and fell on the sofa, next to Nastya. She curled up, lying on her side. A phone was sticking out of the back pocket of her denim skirt. I pulled it out and put it under the pillow. I did not refuel the sofa, I just covered the sheets on top.
I stroked Nastya's thighs, put my hand under her blouse, lifted her bra, squeezed her tits, gently twisted her nipples - indeed, shove cucumbers into all holes, everything will be gone - I mentally smiled. He turned Nastya, laying on her back, lifted up her skirt and crawled under her panties, stroking the soft sex lips and smooth-shaved pubis. Her hole was completely dry. After playing a bit of her clitoris, I pulled out my hand, got up and went to the kitchen. Without turning on the light there, which was enough from the lighting in the street and the bright moon in the sky, he poured himself some skate, drank it and went to sleep.
Nastya felt bad at night. She began to pull my hand - bad for me. Bring some bucket - she asked plaintively, without being surprised at all that not Anton was with her, but me.
Quickly drove into the bathroom, pulled out a plastic basin, putting it on the couch. Nastya leaned over him, dangling from the couch and resting one hand on the floor and began to vomit.
I brought her water. She took a mug with shaking hands, took a few sips, managed to give me a mug and began to vomit again - do not carry it away - she asked softly and again vomited.
I carried her water, she drank and she vomited. When she lay on her back, I took out the basin, threw everything into the toilet, washed it off, then rinsed the basin in the bathroom, went to the toilet, threw everything out of the basin, washed it off, sprinkled with a freshener in the toilet and in the bathroom and returned the basin to the sofa.
- Well, how are you, beautiful, alive? - climbing over Nastya on the couch, I laughed.
“Bad for me,” she said softly, “bring more water, please,”
“Yes, please,” I laughed, and climbed back through her again. He took a glass from the floor and went to fetch water.
When he returned, Nastya was hanging over the basin again. I gave her water, she drank, gave me a glass, which I put on the floor. Nastya lay on her back and began to unbutton her blouse - help - she asked, trying to take it off herself. I helped her up and she took off her blouse, took it in her hand and threw it on the floor, by the sofa. I corrected the bra, which I shifted to her when I was touching my boobs and turned around again and hung over the basin.
One and a half or two hours she vomited, and I carried water and a couple of times I poured vomit out of the basin and rinsed it. Then Nastya lay on her back, breathing with her mouth, sat on the edge of the sofa, lifted her blouse, took a basin and left the room.
There was a sound of flushable toilet water, then water poured into the bathroom and the toilet merged again. Probably rinsed the pelvis. Then the shower water turned on. I went to the kitchen, poured myself another grammula of brandy, drank it, did not eat or drink anything, and returned to the room.
Nastya came wrapped in my bath towel and lay down next to me, turned on her side, with her back to me, putting a pillow under her head.
- Is it better for you or what? - I turned to her, stroking her shoulder. She turned, lay on his back - Sash, what did he tell you? - quietly asked Nastya.
- He said he could not come - I replied.
- and everything? Did you talk to him for a long time? - she said.
I sat up, hung on Nastya, hugging her - You know, sort it out yourself in your santabarbarah. Why am I going to go there, I grinned.
- Sorry - she sighed - thank you - and began to stroke my shoulders and arms.
“Please,” I laughed.
“Make me nice, I'll make you nice too,” Nastya said quietly, stroking my shoulders.
- What is it like? - I grinned.
“Kiss me there,” she whispered. I was a little taken aback, from her statement, stroked Nastya on the shoulder and began to unfold a towel on her. She helped me, being completely naked.
I began to kiss her nipples, instantly hardened. Nastya gently stroked my head and stopped stroking her only when I, not kissing her body, did not sit between her legs. He stroked her thumbnail, went into the hole with his finger and licked the clitoris. Nastya started and softly moaned. I licked her holes, and Nastya sagged and moaned quietly. Then I stuck a few fingers into her vagina. Nastya spread her legs wider.
- I liked the bitch - I smiled in my mind and twirled the brush a little, smearing it in the grease from the hole, put all the dust and gently twirled and pushed it further inside. My cock in shorts stood on end.
I settled down a bit more comfortably and began to insert my hand even deeper into the hole, folding my hand in a nip and twisting it. Nastya moaned - even - she asked quietly.
I tried to penetrate deeper, but nothing. Just twisted with a brush and touched inside the vagina, fingertips, a soft small ball.
- Womb, or what? - I thought, carefully rotating the brush and touching this ball, feeling it with my fingertips.
How Nastya groaned sexually when I did these manipulations and I was really excited about picking on her pussy and hearing her moaning. She was very good. I still managed to lick the clitoris, without taking my hand out of the hole. And at that moment she began to cum. I shuddered, bent much, and whimpered softly. I directly felt the brush as Nastina holed up, the entrance to her vagina began to pulsate, compressing and unclenching.
Nastya put her hand on my head and gently moved her hips. I gently pulled my hand out of Nastya's holes. Nastya patted my head - lay comfortably on my back - she whispered quietly.
I lay down. She looked at my panties, crouched on the couch, then ran her hand under them, clasping her cock and slowly jerking him off. Then she pulled out her hand, pulled off her panties to my thighs. I raised my ass a bit, at this time ....
Nastya lay down and took a member in her mouth. Slightly sucked the head and began to suck, deeper sucking the member in her mouth, nodding her head rhythmically. She sucked awesome. She knew where to put her tongue when she sucked. I tensed and finished. Nastya swallowed hard, stopped a little, but then she continued until she sucked everything off, swallowing sperm. Then she stopped sucking, crawled up to the pillow, lay on her back, with her head on the pillow — I was going to vomit again — she said quietly.
- Bring a basin? I asked, pulling on my underpants and turning to her.
- Not. If anything, I run down - she sighed - please stroke me - and took my hand and put it under my chest. I began to stroke her tummy, stroked her boobs, with still hard nipples. In general, Nastya's boobs were just a song. Really big, ripe apples.
Having stroked my chest, I began to stroke it, I began to stroke my side and again moved to the tummy, lying on my side. He stroked her pubis, touched the clitoris, stroked his thighs, and again returned to his tummy.
“Touch another back,” Nastya asked quietly, turning on her side to face me. I began to stroke her back, soft, silky skin. He stroked his shoulder, again his back and fell below began to stroke his ass. He stroked his thigh, stroked his ass again and with his finger stuck, he began to fingertip to massage his asshole. Nastya put her hand into my panties and began gently kneading the head of the penis with her fingers, gently massaging the bridle. The member began to grow stronger.
Nastya lightly began to draw on him - do you want to join in from behind? She asked quietly.
- Favorite position? - I laughed.
- Yeah. And I love the fingers inside, as you did - she quietly confirmed.
- Come on - I said softly, rising. Nastya also raised herself, pulled her hand out of my underpants and stood up with crustaceans. I lowered my panties, leaving them on his thighs and fell in with Nastya. She herself took my dick, put her hand underneath and put it to her hole. I gently pressed, the head slipped inside and Nastya removed her hand. I slowly entered the full length of the member. He took Nastya by the hips and began to fuck her, gradually increasing the pace.
She was quietly and sexually moaning, in time with my movements — when you stop, straight deeply and strongly come in — quietly asked Nastya.
- You can cum right in you? - I asked quietly.
- Yeah. This is the most buzz. I drink pills - she answered and began to caress her clitoris. I drove into Nastina a member of the hole, on the very eggs. Finished, squeezing all the sperm and pulled Nastya on the member, delaying so for some time. She also began to stop, moaning and massaging her clitoris. I stood a little more than a crustacean and when I let go of her hips, I began to stroke her ass, Nastya jumped off her penis and lay down on her stomach.
“Good,” she whispered softly.
I climbed over her leg, went to the toilet, then to the shower, came back, climbed onto the sofa, lay on my back and closed my eyes. It was already light outside. Nastya turned to me, buried her shoulder, hugged me and fell asleep. I fell asleep too.
The alarm on the phone sounded very fast. I barely opened my eyes, lay down, mentally cursing at the fact that he had been ringing for so long. To get up and turn it off was too lazy.
- you to work? - quietly asked Nastya, also waking up.
- In general, reluctance to go today - I replied.
- So today is Saturday! - she was surprised.
- It's all Saturday, and we have a job. I have six days in general, I explained.
- Maybe you will go later? - quietly asked Nastya.
- Probably yes. It is only necessary to warn Nikolayevich about it. Damn, I didn’t even want to get up - I said, but I got up anyway, pulled my phone out of my jeans pocket and wrote a message to Nikolayevich that I would come later. Almost immediately the answer came - OK - he wrote.
I lay down again and closed my eyes. Nastya hugged me, having buried her nose in her shoulder and we fell asleep again.
I woke up from the fact that my standing member was stroking Nastya’s hand, putting her hand into my pants. She was lying next to me, but already wrapped in a towel.
- Have you already gone to the shower? - I asked, sipping.
“Yeah,” she answered quietly, “do you want to repeat from behind?” -
- I want - I smiled - is it not noticeable? -
“He was like that when you were still asleep,” she grinned.
- Let's talk about it? - I laughed.
She laughed and stood up, pulling out her hand. She took off the towel and looked at me, got cancer. I got up, pulled off my panties to my thighs, took the member in my hand and, putting the head to Nastya's hole, moved it around, then began to slowly push the head inside. Nastya caressed her clit with her hand, beginning to moan softly. There was grease and a member slipped inside to the depth of the head. I gently injected the penis, lubricating the barrel in Nastya with grease, and when I shoved it all inside, I made several slow and deep shocks, took Nastya by the hips and began to pull her on the penis, listening with pleasure as Nastya moaned.
Fucked her for a long time. Could finish and early, but stopped to remove a strong excitement and then again began to deeply and quickly enter the vagina of Nastya. I really liked how she moans when I fucked her.
Having finished it, I squeezed everything out again, and pulled Nastya on the penis, up to the very balls. She jerked off her clit and began to cum too. I let go of her hips. He leaned over and began to knead her tits. Nastya lay down on her stomach, jumping off the penis and pressing down my hands, which I was not going to remove. I lay on top of her, leaning on my elbows and continuing to knead Nastiny boobs.
- What fell into the hands, I will not let go - she laughed.
- You better already? - I laughed.
- Well, yes, sex works well for me, she grinned cheerfully.
- In my opinion, he acts like that at all - I laughed, squeezing her boobs in my hands.
- We need to go to the shower - Nastya sighed - there is still a state of nesting still -
- I have a better one - I laughed, freeing my hands from under Nastya - also you added energy - getting off her and lying down on your back, I said.
- Yeah, like an energy drink - she grinned, sitting down on the edge of the sofa.
“Much better,” I patted her back. She got up, pulled the towel, hung it on her shoulder, and went into the bathroom. I also got up and went to the toilet. When she left the bathroom, I took another towel and replaced Nastya in the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed, shaved and walked out, wrapping a towel around my hips.
- You look sexy - Nastya laughed, looking at me, she was standing in panties and bra - do not know where my phone is? -
- Under the pillow should be - I replied - what are you, tea or coffee? -
She raised the pillows, but the phone was not there. She got on her knees, looked under the sofa, put her hand in there and pulled out the phone. “Probably fell when she moaned here,” she laughed, rising from her knees.
- Maybe. So tea or coffee? I asked again.
- Tea and nothing else I will. It does not climb - she winced.
- If you want, stay here. I'll leave the keys to you, I have one more. If you go where you will, close the door and that's it. Then we cross somewhere, give the keys. And if you don't want to go anywhere, then stay here, eat food in the fridge. Pelmeni broth broth broth, hot. In general, see for yourself - I suggested.
- And I do not feel you? - she looked at me.
- Do not constrain the same - I laughed.
- And suddenly - she shrugged her shoulders.
- In general, I offered you, leave the keys on the bedside table, in the corridor. And there as you want - I said and went to the kitchen. I made myself coffee with condensed milk, Nastya brewed tea bags, cut the bouters, and suddenly Nastya would like to herself too. And calling her, he sat down to breakfast. Although the time was nearing dinner.
She came naked, as she was in her bra and panties, and she came. She did not eat her but simply drank hot tea.
- You do not clean, I'll clean everything myself - she suggested.
- Wonderful. I am for it. You are the boss here, but I have to run. There Nikolaich is alone - I got up, and putting the mug in the sink went to dress. She silently looked at me, sipping tea.
Leaving, he left spare keys on the bedside table, went out, locked the door and went to the elevator. Nastya was in the kitchen when I left.
- What kind of people and without protection - Nikolayevich laughed when he saw me at work - that he could not have come off! -
“Well, like that,” I laughed, shaking hands with him.
“And there is still no Antokhi,” Nikolaitch grinned, “and the phone is not alyo.” Subscriber is not a subscriber -
- Probably, too, can not tear myself away from anyone - I laughed.
- Bitch, even if he himself called, or like you would send a text message - Nikolaich was outraged.
- Appear to find out. Well then, tell me - I said.
- Everything is fine. All work, customers go, everyone is happy. So do not worry. If you want to go home, he suggested.
- I will see what is there and how, and then it will be seen - I answered.
There were cases, and I completed them only at the end of the working day. Then a sucking head came in, apologized that she could no longer come. “If the guy goes somewhere again, I will come,” she promised.
- Agreed - I laughed.
In general, the mood was excellent. Nastya really gave such a charge of energy that even Nikolayevich noticed - Straight well she charged you. No wonder I could not tear myself away from the battery -
Anton never showed up, although Nikolaitch tried several times to reach him.
When I went home, I saw the keys lying on the bedside table and the woman's handbag lying nearby, which was not there when I dragged Nastya. - So, I went for things - I said.
The television was working in the room and the lights were on.
I took off my shoes and went into the room, near the ironing board, on the floor, there was a large package. Nastya was lying on the couch, in a bathrobe, and was sleeping. She was already made up. Hair scattered on the pillow, highlighting the beauty of the girl's face.
- Beautiful and fucking bitch - I mentally smiled - she loves her fingers there. Well, it means to you fingers! -