Not answering, but not taking my eyes off her, I lifted my cell phone to my ear, imperceptibly activated the speakerphone.
- Ale, Seryoga! - I scowled at Georgich's cry and just took the phone from my ear. So she will be better heard.
- Who did you send me?
- Julia Vasnetsova, twenty years old, aspiring actress without work experience.
- Where are the boobs, I ask you!
- Yes, the order there with boobs, Seryoga. I saw her in a bathing suit.
- The procedure with boobs, when they are not only visible in a bathing suit! In the Russian script it is written to you in white: “The heroine has a big chest”.
- How much more then? There is not written "very large breasts."
- If it had been written there “very big breasts”, I would not be you, but I would immediately call Mashka Zarring! Or Hitome Tanaka!
- Yes, I understood, do not yell. Next time I'll send a girl with such buffers! ..
- What the fuck is next time ?! And now I watch someone?
- So Julia and look.
- And there is no replacement?
- I did not have time, Seryog. Well, honestly, I could not even think that she would not be satisfied with you.
- OK, bye! - I cut off the connection and again silently looked at the girl from head to toe.
She stood, head bowed, scarlet, with trembling fingers. Silence tightened.
“I am not so bad with my chest,” the actress finally said softly.
“Yes, there are no complaints to you, Yulenka,” I said gently, and the girl timidly raised her radiant eyes. - This is my partner, asshole, forever in jambs, as in silks. You see, the preparation for shooting a film for a director is a very hectic process. All day I wear, ass in the soap, would rather take off start - take a break from running around. And then there is not enough time to peek into the toilet until it finally crumbles. Even castings, as you can see, are forced to spend at home. And this asshole constantly sends me an unformat.
Having hesitated for a second, Yulia decisively took hold of her blouse and turned out the fabric in some clever way. Blouse obtyanula her bust. Nothing like that, quite massive. Five, no less.
- I have to apologize to you, Yulenka. You are a very “format”.
Yulenka smiled flatly, shrugged her shoulders (her breasts obediently swung) and also decided to give me a “compliment”:
- And you are so young, Sergey ... I imagined you differently.
- I just look like a feature of the body. However, the talent is not acquired over the years. This is a gift. Either he is, or he is not. You know that all the great discoveries of geniuses made in his youth, and then for decades only brought?
- Sergey, - the actress firmly asked, - why is the bust so important?
- So it is written in the script.
She lowered her eyes, did not suit her at all.
- You see, Yulenka, the film assumes two explicit scenes ...
- Frank scenes ?! But in the announcement of this is not a word!
- Well, “frank” ... This is loudly said. We are not shooting adult films. The scenes will be frank just as much as the actress herself chooses to make. That is, when selecting, we put the acting talent and appearance at the forefront - the main character should fascinate with innocence and master acting skills - but in no case should she be ready for nakedness. For example, the day before yesterday looked at one girl, just conquered. Looks like an angel, plays like a goddess, buffers - on a bucket. But she decided to undress only before the closed swimsuit - she was barely eighteen, she was not allowed by her mother. So what? We are ready to take it! There were no swimsuits in the Middle Ages, though, so I picked up her tights - from the neck to the ankles and wrists, black, but tight, like a second skin. I think the fabric on the chest will stretch so that it becomes transparent, we will make out each pimple on the nipples. I am only afraid that the mother will forbid the tights too ... Well, tomorrow there will be a re-run, let's see. I this, Yulenka, what am I telling? Actresses with more modest data a lot, and now they will come in handy bonuses in the form of emancipation. Appearance you have the right, on the acting talents now let's see, here's the question for you: are you ready to undress at least to the open swimsuit?
“I'm not in a bathing suit,” said Yulenka not confidently.
- I exaggerated, Yulenka. Girls, ready to walk around in a bathing suit, darkness. Let's see how much relaxed you are able to reach. Think for yourself - in future roles, you still have to find this border in yourself. Experience, it is indispensable.
Yulenka still stood in front of me, sprawled on the couch, and tentatively pulling the buttons.
“Come on,” I encouraged. - First before the linen.
She sighed and quickly began to unbutton her blouse.
- Stop stop stop! This is not porn casting. I am not interested in watching your body. You are an actress! Make me beautiful.
After thinking for a second, the girl threw her hands into her hair and pulled out two studs. Flaxen hair fell to her buttocks. Purring some tune, Yulia began to move her hips and dance with the cuffs of her blouse, opening the snow-white flesh for a moment.
- Yulenka! Stop stop stop! It is very beautiful. But if I wanted a striptease, I would have ordered a stripper. I need a passion! I need sensuality! ... So, we play the element of the stage: I am your beloved. You undress for the first sexual intercourse with me, but you must be active, because I am a man of old morals, and I am not sure that I am ready for intimacy. Attention ... motor!
Yulenka turned her back to me, threw a languid glance over her shoulder, bowed her head, curled her face with hair, slowly took off her blouse, held her arms bent at the elbows and allowed her to fall. A waterfall of straw hair hid his back. Once again, she looked at me sideways, leaned on her straight legs, tightening her skirt, froze, showing an appetizing ass, crossed with ribbons of snow-white strings. Somehow dance straight up and at the same time turned, slipping to my feet. Her arms criss-crossed her breasts, on top of it all curled her hair. I felt my heart beat frantically. Yulenka slowly raised a sad, appealing face with slightly parted tender lips and slowly spread her arms, spreading her hair like a curtain.
I caught my breath. Oh my God! Yes, there was a full seven, flattened by a fifth size bra - it seems that the fool was embarrassed by her breasts.
- Fine, Yulenka. Take a break?
- If I may.
- Can. Get used to the new form. I want you to become completely natural.
She leaned back on her arms exposed, showing off her body, but I could not take my eyes off the flesh that bulged from her bra in all directions. Lacy white cups braided huge, nipples sticking out of the chest with patterns of unearthly vegetation. It seemed that this flora squeezes tits, digs into them, as in perverted Japanese cartoons.
- Sergey, please tell us about these scenes.
- Your character is called Laura. Her favors are achieved by a married baron, and her father, a local pastor, decides to save her daughter by hiding in a monastery. We will see if there is funding and the actress will not mind, then we will finish the very first scene: the old baron clamps Laura in the corner, pulls her chest out of the corset and squeezes; Laura's father, using authority and the cross, chases the old farther away and takes the daughter. So, Laura enters the monastery, but the jail is not destined to happen. The girl barely has time to give out uniform, as the monastery is captured by fierce Huns. They rape Laura, but, despite a nightmare, she manages to preserve the innocence of the soul. Fortunately, the monastery was quickly beaten off by courageous crusaders. However, the returning bishop drives Laura away as intact. The girl is alone in the middle of the scorched war of the province, where swarms of bandits roam. Brave knight-crusader is called to take her to the house. Laura thanks him in the hayloft. This is the scene we are now started to play. And then ... Then everything will depend entirely on the actress. If the actress is sufficiently liberated, the knight will be a scum and will take Laura not to her parents, but to the slave markets of Palestine, where we will shoot the tearful scene of male domination over the poor white girl. Of course, this is extra money for salary. And another thing is, if the actress, at the casting stage, suddenly expresses a desire to play in the third scene, this will be an unconditional bonus. Are you like, Yulenka?
- You know, I think, if I can undress once, then I will go to the third scene, and to the first, where about the baron. But as I understand it, you must first agree to undress topless?
- At least.
- There will also be a whole film crew! A crowd of people: cameramen, illuminators ... And I am in front of them, naked.
- Oh, do not worry you. Operators with illuminators have already seen such angles that they haven't got up without Viagra for a long time.
- But where are the breasts? And why do you need a nude in an adventure film?
- Imagine, Yulenka: the Middle Ages, wild times. Horror, dirt, poverty ... this depresnyak should be diluted with a thread of piercing beauty. And what could be more beautiful than a naked female body? Only naked body with huge tits! That is why in the script it is especially noted: “the heroine has a big breast”.
- And who is the author of the script?
- I, of course. Well, let's continue?
“You want me to take off my bra?”
Highly!
- If you are ready.
She took up the straps and suddenly frantically exclaimed:
“But you yourself just said that the essence of the selection will be not bare breasts, but talent and appearance!”
- Right. We take girls with angelic appearance. But only from the medium of big-breasted ones, this does not apply to small-scale ones. Further from these busty little angels we choose actresses, and from actresses - the most liberated actresses. And from liberated we will look, who on. scenes agree. So everything is fair and transparent.
“You leave me no choice,” said Yulia, sadly bowing her head, and pulled down her bra straps.
- Stop! And play? How can I appreciate your talent if you become stupid to get stoned?
“Sorry,” she returned the straps to her shoulders.
- So, I am your faithful knight, we are on a halt, you decide to surrender to me, since you have nothing more to lose. Attention ... motor!
Yulenka cat slipped to my knees, stretched, ran her hands over my thighs, which caused a wave of pleasant goosebumps. The next second, the tight pulp of her breasts pressed against my legs. Her face in love was between my legs. I looked at him over the member, who was raised in his underpants, as if through a sight.
- My lord, - Julia sang languidly. - I am immensely grateful to you. How can I thank you?
Tits hugs and jerks!
“My lady, I don’t need your gratitude.” I do my duty as a knight and christian.
“Ah sir, I knew you would answer that way.” If I had valuables, I would not hesitate to shower you with them! But, alas, I own only the clothes that are on me - pulling away, she languidly stroked her body. I hatched on a thong and a bra.
“The glow of your eyes is enough gratitude for me.”
“Ah sir, I’m ready to shine your eyes very close.” I know, there is only one way that a real woman can thank a real man ... - she gently laid her head on my hip. Her silky hair tickled my skin. I could feel her breathing in the measured movements of the boobs rested in me.
- I am touched, my lady, and I would gladly accept your gift, but, alas, I was constrained by the vow of celibacy.
“And I was a bride of Christ, sir, but fate did not ask me.”
Fuck, she began to cry! Two hot tears rolled down my thigh. Boobs hot hugged shin on both sides.
- Destiny, my lady? You're right. For eight years I did not break the vow, but my faithful squire Jacques, no more, he fell under the walls of Kargason. And now fate brings me with you, and such a night is around ...
Under the sly, Yulia managed to unbutton the clasp of her bra. Raising a pleading face at me, she bit her lip and, throwing me a conscriptive glance, shrugged her shoulders. The straps slid down their arms, their breasts fell down like a white avalanche, but the cups somehow miraculously held onto them.
“This night you can call me Jacques,” whispering this, Yulenka shook her breasts. The bra fell to the floor. Breasts hung in all its glory, topped with pale pink nipples with huge halos. - Oh, sir!
She sat on her heels, put her hands behind her head, bent at the waist, froze. Swinging, heavy breasts froze, looking down with a touching nipple. They were just beautiful. I reached out and took a pleasantly cool weight into their hands, I weighed them in my hands, shook, crumpled, mumbling all kinds of nonsense, just to:
“Milady, for eight years I have kept my vow, but I cannot resist your charm.” No, the devil cannot wear such an angelic face. I understood! You are angels who descended from heaven in order to free me from my ...
- Sergey, enough for me to paw. Or do we go to the second part, to "surrender"? We only agreed to undress.
“But you still haven't undressed,” I protested, continuing to beat the boobs. - Are you a knight in a thong want to surrender?
She gasped:
- What? Do you want me to completely undress ?!
- Yulenka! You are an adult! Having sex in shorts is at least uncomfortable. Let it be in cinema and imitation, but it must look adequate!
She sighed and modestly closed her eyes:
- Sir, turn away, you confuse me. For the first time I undress myself for a man, show compassion.
I closed my eyes with spread fingers. Yulenka rose, erotically shaking her boobs, and rolled up the thong on the legs. As always, for some reason they stuck to the pussy and cool stretched down, as if the sponges did not let them go.
- I'm ready, sir! Take me!
She froze, throwing her head back to the conditional heaven and spread her arms. She was beautiful: angelica, in the arms of flaxen hair, with huge breasts spread wide to the sides, which bristled up with excited papillae, with a round girlish tummy, with a tender growth awkwardly combed into the “path” of yellow hairs on the pubis, with smooth, slender legs, a little curly hair, and a little curly hair. thighs Swallowing my parched throat, I could not take my eyes off her huge halos, pale pink, a little lighter than the tanned skin around, the nipples that were swollen, lifting peas — it looks like her amazing breasts were still growing!
I applauded:
- Fine, Yulenka! You conquered me!
She lowered her hands, smiled, and reddened.
- Can I dress?
- What are you, Yulenka! So quickly things are not done. Get used to the new look. You must become natural.
She looked at me doubtfully.
- Or have you already reached the limits of liberation? - I asked a completely different, businesslike voice, hinting that I was ready to say goodbye to her.
Yulenka confused:
- How much more liberated? I'm completely naked.
- There is where. On the splits, for example.
- You know what! In the film, my twisted vulvar on the screen is not planned!
- So I'm not talking about the movie. I'm talking about the limits of emancipation. Believe me, a few physical exercises will allow you to rather feel naturally in the nude. I know. How many of these jumped here.
A reminder about a competitor vividly brought Yulka to her tone. Sending me a displeased look, she jumped. Hardly having time to swallow a saliva, I looked at her dangling boobs.
- Sergey, can I not watch?
- It is impossible. This will help you to quickly adapt and feel naturally, being completely naked among unfamiliar men, and I have to understand how plastic you are.
She sniffed, but didn’t stop the exercises, showing me leaning forward and sideways, squats, arms and legs, but carefully watching this angle so that I didn’t see what was so sweet between her legs. Only once, when she leaned forward, hugging her legs with her hands and pointing her forehead to her knees (or rather, buried her face in dangling boobs), in the mirror behind her smooth juicy cunt blossomed, calling for a passionate French kiss, and only for a couple seconds
“Well,” she asked, a little breathlessly, “am I sufficiently plastic?”
“You took my imagination,” I answered vaguely.
Beaming, Yulia sat down on a chair, trying to fold her arms so as to slightly cover her luxurious breasts, but she was so big that it was absolutely impossible to cover her in a natural posture:
- What's next?
I usually liked to interview the naked actresses, asking them very serious questions. It was fun to watch them try to show their intelligence at the same time and hide their awkwardness. But today I pulled something back ... Georgy was just about to get it. Barker, in this phase, he will surely frighten the girl.
“Let's get down to the main stage,” I announced, holding out a bag with the nun's costume to Yulenka. - Laura is raped by fierce Huns.
The girl cautiously accepted the bag, peeked in, took out the sparkling silver stripper shoes on the fucked heel.
- What's this?
“The will of the sponsor,” I spread my hands. - He likes tall girls. On the set there will be stylized shoes, now there’s just that. The bathroom is there.
Making a doubting sound, the actress went in the indicated direction.
- Yulenka! - I shouted after her. - Makeup refresh! I need something brighter, but by no means vulgar, you are still a nun. More pink and blue, not for me to teach you.
Nodding, she disappeared into the bathroom. I immediately grabbed the rearing member and yanked it a couple of times, and then, to oholonitsya, began to count how many homeless people live in neighboring yards.
The sound of the bathroom door being unlocked sounded as if the gates of paradise were opening.
She entered the room, beautiful as a dream. A short black dress with wide sleeves and deepest cleavage barely covered the pubis and exhibited the pomp of fantastic buffers for all to see. Long legs, whose topography stripped stripe studs to perfection, enveloped openwork snow-white stockings. A velvet collar with an oval icon squeezed the thin, delicate neck. The Catholic monastic scarf fell with black silk on his back, straw hair, knocking out from under him a rebellious wave, beautifully contrasted with a slippery black cloth, linen bangs coquettishly fell to thin eyebrows. The innocence of her face, underlined with pink lipstick on capricious full lips, and also with accentuated cheekbones, and eyes shining like aquamarines in blue shadows — such innocence simply endured the brain.
- Yulenka! - I gasped.
- Sergey, - the actress said sternly, - in my opinion, this is a costume from the sex shop.
- Well yes. I told you about the dark times. I do my best to color my film, to bring a touch of joy to the dark reality!
- But why not panty? I know for sure, such tiny thongs are included in the package.
- Have mercy, Yulia, what thongs ?! There were no strings in the middle ages!
- And the stockings were? She sarcastically asked.
- Your legs are too tanned. This is out of shape. In the Middle Ages, sunbathing was indecent. When shooting, the make-up artist will whiten your body, but now - only white stockings.
Yulia sighed, showing with her appearance that she was in utter doubt, but she had nothing to say.
- Look at yourself better! - I cooed, jumped and by the elbow, enjoying the delicate silk in the palm and the fluttering of the titkas in the décolleté, led her to a large mirror, the very one where five minutes earlier her sparkling pussy sparkled. - You look amazing! Immediately it becomes clear why the fierce Huns began to rape you, and not stupidly devoured. And you say “what does the bust have to do with it” ... The director knows better, he studied for ten years!
Yulenka was smiling, obviously pleased with what she saw. I caught a clear smell "svezhachka." Wow, Yulenka in the bathroom, it seems, fucked for courage!
- And my neckline is not too frank? She asked coquettishly.
- Oh, Yulenka! I am shooting a film about the Middle Ages. All my female characters will wear such a neckline.
- But my something will definitely stand out!
I swallowed, looking at the angry tits jumped, and was forced to admit:
- In the script, after each word “heroine” there is “big breast”.
- Sergei! - gasped Yulenka. - How could you ?!
- But your neckline will certainly stand out, even among them! - I recovered.
- Oh, Sergey, - having closed her eyes, she inclined her head for a second on my shoulder, happy with everything that happens, pleased with her appearance and in love with herself: - You know, this costume does not suit big-breasted girls! Yes Yes Yes. Chest sags and snuggles. You will not get a beautiful neckline.
She clung to me with her big, barely lying breasts, and I felt like my trunks just burst.
“So they'll have to take you,” he whispered ambiguously in response. - Your neckline is flawless.
Yulenka giggled coquettishly and exhaled hotly in my ear:
- You know, Sergey, and I'm in a bra!
- Yulenka! - I gasped, squinting at her boobs and clearly seeing bare nipples translucent through the stretched fabric. - How can you! There were no bras then.
She giggled.
- Yes, I doubled the cup, and put the breast on top, as in the palm of my hand. And voila! Look, - she pulled away and invitingly swayed her stunning breasts, - raised, gathered in a heap and completely naked under this thin silk! In a stage costume, a bra can be sewn to the dress from the inside, and a miracle happened: there is a bra, and there is no way for him! And removed with the dress in one motion.
I began to recall what Lenin looked like in his coffin, so that the member relaxed and did not dirty my pants.
- Fabulous, little Yulia! If you pass the casting, I'll issue you a bonus.
- Ah, casting! - she threw up her hands, looking hotly at me, and suddenly leaned forward, offering a neckline and moist half-opened lips. - Well, check out my acting skills!
Even Lenin did not help. If I were even a little less responsible, I would take Yulenka by the hand and take him to the bedroom. I forced myself to respond with an immense effort of will:
- Of course, Yulenka. Let's get down to the scene.
Perplexed for a moment, she sent me a sexually offended look and puffed up her capricious lips:
- Let's. Where is the script?
“Mmm ... You see, there are almost no words in your role.” Ferocious Huns do not speak French. You will only pray in Latin. Well, maybe a couple of improvisations ...
Grabbing my hand, gently pressed to her buffers in a slippery silk wrapper:
- BUT! I understand! Scenes without words are the most complex. It is in them that acting talent is revealed. That's why you chose the rape scene!
Her lips slowly and deliciously pronounced this word.
- Absolutely.
- But I do not know Latin.
- Not scary. Nobody knows her. Prayer is not in words, it is in souls. And in our case - on the face. It just has to look like a catholic prayer. You whisper something in pseudo-latin and play with your face.
- Well, Sergey. I understand.
Yulia pulled away and smoothed her dress, revealing her breasts even more, so that gentle corners of halos appeared outside.
- So, the monastery is captured by the barbarians. In desperation, Laura prays to the Virgin Mary, and she instructs her to meet adversity with all Christian humility. Two fierce Huns find Laura and, enchanted by her beauty, rape the girl. Using absolute impunity, they do everything slowly and thoughtfully. The scene of the scene: around - a tall Catholic portal plunged into the gloom, the sorrowful statue of the Madonna protrudes from the twilight. High on top is a multi-colored stained glass window. A ray of the sun breaks through it and falls on a mosaic floor. In the beam of light, kneeling, stands Laura. Attention!..
Throwing a sly glance at me, Yulenka slowly put her hand in the neckline and straightened her breasts, looked at their flawless roundness, prodder outside, carefully tucked her peeking curious nipple with her finger, put the halos on her face for almost half of my face, lowered eyelashes satisfied, laid out the middle of the eyelids, , knelt down and nodded that she was ready.
“And-and ...” I swallowed. - Motor!
Laura raised her eyes to the high vault, a long shadow of her eyelashes lay down on the tender peach cheeks. Prayingly stretching out her arms in front of her huge breasts, she whispered the words of the canon. The great leader of the fierce Huns, snorting, looked at the girl, sticking out on the voluminous belly the buckle of a combat belt, resembling a knot of a tied robe belt. Then he slowly walked around, looking at the nuns swaying at the sighing chest, thin wrists of her concatenated hands in front of an impressive bust, flaxen hair, scattered over the back from under the handkerchief, sparkling fucking hairpins, stretching graceful feet in devils of hoofs, and the age of the women, the age and age, the age and the age of the women, the age and age, the age and the age of the woman, the age and the age of the woman, the age and the age of the woman, the age and the age of the woman, the age and the age of the woman, the age of the women, the age of the women, the shivering hair, the flaxen hair, the flaxen feet, the shining hair, the flaxen hair, the flaxen hairs. - Under the hem of a mini-skirt immediately above the lace rubber bands of snow-white stockings. The great leader could not stand it and pinched these resilient white hemispheres. The prayer was interrupted only by the light “Ah!”. Urcha, the leader still squeezed the buttocks and, unable to restrain himself, nudged the young monk by the neck into the floor — it didn’t hurt, she was cushioning her tits. The skirt slid down the thighs, capturing the gorgeous ass (well, where are you getting there? Do you like boobs - get your ass in tandem!) “Get down!”, The director ordered. “Oh, yes!”, The actress immediately bent in the lower back, pulling out a not very narrow anal and a magnificent puppy-like juicy peach - with close pussy lips, smooth, naked, velvety. The great leader shivered, not even trying to pacify the passion that reared in his groin, and ran his finger along the genital slit. Laura again gently gasped, buttocks recoiled, cringing, but in the next second they leaned back, bending even more and opening more invitingly. The leader restrained himself with an agile effort of will and did not begin to lick this alluring appetizing perfection. Instead, he slapped his ass a few times from bottom to top, forcing her to flutter, flaxed hair smashed his fist and, roughly, but neatly, returned Laura to a vertical kneeling position. He walked around, puffing like a hog, and lifted his face almost buried in pillows of the breasts by the chin. The girl responded with passionate eyes full of tears of eyes. An incongruous expression turned something in the soul of the great leader, and he hit the nun on the pale cheeks twice. Her cheeks hurt, making the girl more desirable. Groaning, she whispered her prayer hotter. The leader, puffing, looked at her heaving breasts for a second, then thrust both hands in his neck and handled them out: huge, tanned, with large, palm-colored, swollen halos, - with trembling hands he squeezed this fantastic bust, lifted and groaned, Vryuhalsya in cool tenderness face. The Catholic prayer acquired the whispered sensuality of Enigma. The barbarian squeezed her crazy tits, rubbed them about the three-day stubble, pulled on her nipples, licked, tasted the border between velvet skin and delicate halos, gasped, wrapped in cool flesh, and squeezed the girl's pillows around her head to suffocate even more to start breathe this happiness, this huge, gentle, crept in magnificence, this dream! Laura's hands weightlessly lay on the back of the head of the great leader and playfully walked through his hair ...
The front door slammed deafeningly.
Yulia screamed, shrank back, sat on her heels, and covered her hands with a huge buffer crosswise.
Damn, as he again at the wrong time! Or today is just in time? Because in a minute the great leader of the Huns would be fucked by a Catholic nun right on the expensive Japanese mat in the studio apartment on the fifteenth floor in the very center of Moscow.
- Well, at what stage? - a radiant Georgich entered the room, small, nosy, with emaciated eyes forever hungry for women.
- Sergei?! - hysterically exclaimed Julia. Her thin arms just physically could not hide her huge breasts. Those sticking out in every gap and curious gazing at their huge tender nipples.
- Do not worry, Yulenka, - I sighed. - This is Simon Georgievich, our producer, you know him.
- But, Sergei, we did not agree!
- He is a full member of the crew, Yulia. He has the right to be present at the shooting and at the casting.
- Sergey, - Yulia whispered passionately, catching my eyes with pleading, wet eyes. - Please, I thought, we will hold a one-on-one casting ...
And catching my hand, squeezed it between her hefty breasts. I looked at her in some kind of madness. Never before have I been so ready to send Georgich away and surrender to that night that these eyes promise me. Why are there nights! A whole weekend! Whole week! ..
But a man's friend for boobs will not sell.
- I need him for the role of the second fierce Hun.
It’s good that she didn’t think of sucking my fingers — she couldn’t resist.
Instead, Yulenka threw off my hand, as if I had begun to paw her, and responded with an angry look.
“Come on, Julia,” Geogrich interjected, “anyway, you’ll check you naked on the set!” What's the difference?
- Sergey, I am not ready to conduct a casting crowd.
Sighing, I squatted on my haunches and looked into her eyes with suffering.
- In that case, you can be free. We will inform you about your decision by phone.
Yulia blinked her eyes in indignation and resentment, but instead of words she threw prayerfully folded palms of herself between her bare breasts, thereby dangling them through her hands, and raising her eyes to the ceiling, she loudly sang pseudo-Latin nonsense.
George and I exchanged glances and he, brutally smiling at me, showed his thumbs.
Fierce Huns again went around the nun ...
- This is udder! - shouted when he saw Georgich. - Where are you more, dog?
“You should have seen her hide them,” I grumbled.
"Catholic prayer" choked with an angry sob. Ahead of indignation, which could well have ended in flight from the apartment, I showed Georgich a fist from behind the girl’s back and said calmly:
- I beg you to forgive us, Yulenka. Just Georgich was fascinated by your appearance and, AS A DEBT, expressed his admiration for the only expressions available to him. Do not be scared of him, in fact he is harmless.
It is important to leave, which agrees with me, Georgich spoke in the voice of a fierce gunna:
- Silence, blond maiden! Now we will fuck your white tits!
“He’s the one who enters the image,” I hurried to explain. - Unlike us, Yulenka, he has no fucking talent at all.
Georgich meanwhile, rumbling, crumpling beautiful льulkina boobs, and then, slobbering, buried in their pliable flesh and zachavkal. Meanwhile, the great leader, as if studying the field of the upcoming battle, bypassed the nun, in whose prayer shrill, indignant intonations prevailed. Oh, I'm afraid, on the verge of it. Now get up, spit and fuck off.
Fortunately, Georgich suddenly straightened up, wiped his palms, wet from the saliva, on his chest and said:
- No, Seryog, it’s you who have a booze maniac. I do not understand. I love more assholes.
And instantly he was behind Yulenka. One movement for the neck tilted her to the floor (the girl barely had time to expose the elbows of the “praying” hands, her milkings hovered over the mat itself and, swaying, began to touch the rough fibers with the nipples; the nipples immediately swelled and tensed — I watched it all fascinated) and ordered:
- Fuck your ass.
Yulenka dutifully arched!
- Nihuya! - cried admiring Georgich. - This is the cunt! Did you see that?!! Oh, and we will work with her!
Yulia angrily straightened, sat on his heels. Glittering fucking studs stuck out from under the ass, barely covered with a shiny black silk mini-skirt.
- Sergei! You promised me no major plans for the vulva!
“Spread your tits,” advised Georgich.
Yulia mechanically obeyed: she lifted her breasts in turn, straightened the clothes under them, lowered, smoothed ... We drool and watched this action. Then I said:
- Yulenka, in fact, you heard our professional conversation. Georgich rightly said, you have a very beautiful pi ... uh ... vulva. You know, there are girls who have big sex lips do not hide small ones.
- Aha, this cabbage hangs brown to the knees, - got a small ebanat. - What is beautiful?
- And field shooting is shameless. The camera does not indicate what to cover the lens. Vulva no no no glimpse. Those with cabbage, have to cut frame by frame. Hemorrhoids are still the same, I'll tell you, but we're not shooting porn, right? And your pussy is aesthetic, smooth, beautiful. If she flashes where - god with her, we will not chase.
- Yeah, such a "Easter egg" to the viewer!
- But no one deliberately plans to shoot any major plans.
Yulia sent me a look full of doubts and sighed, agreeing.
“Well,” Georgich rubbed his hands, “settled the matter?” Then - in a pose!
Yulenka habitually got cancer, bent the lower back, nicely sticking out the ass. I watched with pleasure as her breasts dangle, then crawled, shook them, gently pulled the nipples a couple of times. Desperately reading the pseudo-prayer, Yulenka secretly sent me a favorable look. Delighted, I lay down under her and framed my face to the swaying breasts. They tickled me with hard nipples. Slipped, I began to knead the buffer with my hands. Squeeze, breed and let go, catch with lips, weigh on palms, face up in their already slightly hollow. I wish the breasts were suddenly splashed with milk ... But no, I was rocking the incontinent, resilient, girlish breasts, solid swollen glandular tissue under the smooth thin skin.
And suddenly Yulenka said in a trembling voice:
- Sergei! Why does he touch me so much?
“He plays a fierce gunna,” I explained indistinctly, because I was squeezing milkings with both hands, trying to put both nipples in my mouth at the same time.
Julia arched her back, taking away my breasts and, it seems, interfering with Georgich.
- But why is he pawing me like that ?! You will not show this!
Sighing, he sat down in front of her in Turkish and sent a hateful gaze to a lybae's bastard.
- Yulenka, understand, on the set of you will touch a lot of unfamiliar people. Especially in explicit scenes when makeup has to be renewed all over the body. I will touch you, my assistants, illuminators, makeup artists, make-up artists, massage therapists ...
- Just Tajik janitors!
- Shut up, scumbag! Get used to the touch, Yulenka.
- Yeah, "touch"! - screamed Yulia. - He put his hand in me !!!
- Georgich! - I gasped.
“And nothing,” said the degenerate, offended, “just two fingers,” and showed me them, richly shiny with vaginal secretions. Then he happily grinned and licked. - I had to check how wet you are! Well, what are you usually wet ... Well ...
“Physiological background,” I prompted.
- Yep, exactly! This is very important, and the mucus from the pussy on the thigh will drain and sparkle into the camera. All fucked up a scene!
- Georgich is right, Yulenka. Unfortunately, it is found most often at the installation stage, that is, somewhere in six months. And the scene has to be re-shot.
- Yeah. Only the actress is no longer paying extra money - she is to blame, because of her pussy leaked.
- So everything that is being done here is done for you, Yulenka.
- Let no more checks, - Julia muttered and again stood "in a pose."
I love this idiot. With him, the main thing is to keep the girls about for about ten minutes, so as not to run away (which is why I start casting alone). And then they suddenly relax, become infected with his vulgarity and become hot-tempered and dyuchimi.
Georgich caught my eye, showed me two thumbs because of Julia's ass again and began to demonstratively pull down his pants. I closed my eyes in agreement and lifted her beautiful face by the chin. She looked trustingly at me with large blue eyes. The parted mouth was wet dark.
- Yulenka, there is something else that you probably didn’t think about. The actors on the set will also be naked.
“What? ...” the fucking little Yulenka murmured.
“Yeah,” Georgich happily confirmed from behind the girls. - Their dicks will hang out in front of you! Hang out and stink!
- We will not allow you to shoot, and no one will stink! - I snapped. “Our hygiene actors are all right,” and again leaned in confidence towards Yulenka. - Judge for yourself, Yulenka, this is ridiculous if ferocious Huns will be fucked by nuns without taking off their trunks from Kelvin Klein, - and he smiled charmingly.
Yulenka answered me with a timid smile.
- This is Kino, Yulenka. It's all grown up.
“Well, it’s necessary, it’s necessary,” she sighed, swinging her bustles. - I understand.
Grigorich grimaced grimly at Yulkin's ass, galling happily.
“Paws removed,” I said viciously to him, and, with my chin, returned Yulenka to a vertical kneeling position. She immediately put her folded palms between her boobs, dangling them around, and I suddenly realized that Yulenka lifted her breasts and stretched them forward as if to make her look more attractive. Muttering like a prayer, she was expecting something from me with dilated pupils. I once again became the supreme leader. One of my barbarians named Goblin-Eblan was already standing without pants and nadrachival his ten-centimetric huische. Respecting the leader, he fought out the right of primacy. The leader came to the praying young nun so close that pink nipples stuck into his thighs. He imperiously took the girl’s hands folded in prayer and placed himself on the buckle of his combat belt.
- Oh, mater dei! - Laura moaned and untied the belt. The armor broke up into two parts and spread to the sides. The leader put trembling girlish hands on their trunks from Calvin Klein. “Oh, Father Noaster!” - it seemed that the virgin was about to faint, which did not prevent her from pushing the manicured legs under the eraser with one deft movement, pulling it out and simultaneously pulling down the legs of the leader. - Oh, spiritus sanctus! - the nun sighed in surprise, staring at the leader's huge elda, in a supine state, reaching thirty centimeters. And suddenly, it seems in the habit, grabbed a member of the hand.
Well, thirty - not thirty, but from her palm, my dick was peeking slightly. And he really was in a very pleasant, elevated state - swollen, very sensitive. In the skillful Julia's fingers, the member sweetly gained strength.
- Yulenka, - I asked, - we don’t need erections at all. It will distract me, but I still work.
“Sorry,” she pulled her hand away.
“Yeah,” Georgich reminded of himself. - You're a nun, everything that happens to you is supposed to be unhealthy! And you clung to the cock, like a rattle. Come on seriously.
Downcast, Yulenka herself got up with cancer and bulged her back. Grinning happily, Georgich attached himself to him, with pleasure, took hold of the girls' hips and began to crawl, taking aim. I knelt in front of the gentle face of our nun, who continued the tearful "Catholic prayer," stroked her cheeks and firmly took her head. And suddenly he buried his half-raised member right in her face and began to rub against her cheeks, eyes, nose, and tight lips. Julia screamed and spat, a member exulted. Georgich, sticking his tongue out of his zeal, did the same indecency with its crotch.
Finally, the girl managed to push us away and again sit on the heels.
- Sergei! - With tears in her voice she cried. - What's happening?!
- Yulenka, - I shook my hands in astonishment. - How do you think imitation of sexual intercourse is done in cinema?
“This is how it is done,” Georgich assented.
- A member in the face?
- Yulia, playing in a movie is hard work. Often unpleasant. What do you think actors get such fees for?
- Yes, yes, you fucking how hard it will have to!
“And in the mud they lie for days, they take off one scene for hours, and crawl through the sewers, and the clothes, which are hardened from fake blood, have not been removed for weeks ...”
- And if the film is about a maniac, then a week hang naked on chains in cold basements! And everything, fucked up, cold, all in snot!
- Do you think until you become a star, when shooting in the Bahamas, you will be lodged in a five-star hotel?
- Huyushki! You will live in a bungalow ...
- ... on the ocean. And the surf will wake you up every morning at five in the morning! And breakfast will have some coconuts.
“Well, you are somehow more careful or something,” asked Yulenka tearfully, obviously inspired by the terrible prospects of a tropical paradise, and again got on all fours.
“Do not forget to pray,” Georgich fell in behind her.
I again took the girl by the head and, having corrected the handkerchief, was already leisurely, for agreement had been received, I began to lead the member in her charming face.
- Sergey, - she suddenly whispered, - and you get up ...
“I’m a living person,” I whispered back and gently stroked the girl's cheek. “But don't be afraid, we’ll pump our actors so bromine, they won’t have a year at all.”
“Good,” she muttered the pseudo-Latin again.
I was not so much stroking my face with a member, as I poked them on my cheeks, nostrils, eyes, slipped on my lips, and then took aim and at the moment of “Amen” I pushed my penis into a moist, warm mouth, immediately went out, jabbed Yulenka, who was silent in my cheek, and again - in the mouth. Yulenka snorted and turned away.
- But this is very unprofessional of you! - I made a comment. - Why do you spoil the double?
- You are a cock in my mouth!
- So I'm not on purpose.
- True, it is not on purpose! - confirmed Georgich, who just with gusto carried the rearing elda over Yulkin’s buttocks. - He looks at the ceiling, depicts passion. Fuck you in front of your nose? So see for yourself where you take.
- Yulenka, you surprise me. This is a professional risk! You play in a fight, you will surely clap your face, you shoot in a waterfall, you can catch pneumonia, and you shoot in a bed scene ...
- You can still pick up something!
- ... no, no, yes, dick and yad.
- To you for the first time what? Dick in the mouth did not hold? One more, one less! Moreover, Seryoga and puts something on polshishki. And what is there to thrust, laughter alone.
- Look at yourself, huh? - and already an actress: - Let's work professionally, Yulenka.
I aimed her face at my rearing dick and started poking again. Yulenka mumbled a prayer through tightly clenched teeth. I found a new fun: I stuck a poured head into the lips of the girl and slid up all the trunk of his penis up to them, tucking into the snub nose and lifting her head so that the hairy eggs were lying on the plump lips. The lips muttered, pleasantly tickling the eggs. Judging that she likes even less, Yulenka made her lips soft and began to let me in her mouth. I used it, and increasingly put a member in his mouth, penetrating deeper and deeper each time. I even began to think that the girl begins to catch the cock with her lips.
Georgich carnivorous smiled at me and pointedly began to moisten the head with saliva:
- You know, Yul, that the most important thing in the movie? Naturalism! How to get a truly naturalistic scene?
He began to drive a dick on the lips of the sex. Yulia pushed my cock out of her mouth with her tongue and whispered, looking confusedly with innocent furry eyes:
- Sergey, I think he is going to enter me ...
- You listen, listen, he says business.
- To get a naturalistic scene, Julia, you have to do everything for real. Oops!
He pushed the girl up to the balls, she screamed, and I, who was waiting, put the dick in her mouth. We fucked Yulenka in two bows, she yelled something unintelligible and struggled, but we held her tight - one for the head, the other for the ass.
- Yes, do not twist you, - exhorted, puffing, Georgich. - We’ll take it that way, well, you’ll see nothing at all!
“Yes, this is her role,” I explained to him. “Her fierce Huns are raping her.”
- BUT! It is now clear. Well done, naturally performs. Listen, Seryog, when we shoot this scene, we need to put the light on for ten hours. See how bent. Wonderful play on the fabric. Penumbra, glare ... Very erotic, chiki-piki!
- And I would have moved by half past nine. Then on the floor a cool shadow of her swinging boobs will fall, with papillae.
- In, fuck, boob!
Listening to our professional discussions, Yulenka became quiet, relaxed. Her lips, wrapping my cock, became soft, somewhere her teeth were gone, and if she hadn’t podmahivala yet, then our pushes became very responsive.
- Well, how are you? - I asked.
Georgich shrugged.
- Cunt as cunt. Dry.
Julia indignantly snorted.
- And I'm wet, fuck. By the way, Yulenka, Georgich is right: we will shoot so as not to show anything intimate. The viewer will suspect that my dick is in your mouth, and that you crawl your lips over the trunk; but he, the viewer, cannot even imagine how I feel. So, Yulenka, you would have already started to suck. Then charming dimples will appear and disappear on your cheeks. We will show them to the viewer. This will be the highlight of the scene.
After a little pause, Yulenka began to suck to the beat of my frictions. I rolled my eyes from pleasure.
- Seryoga, you won how much she was staring into her mouth! I also want to!
- Wellcome. Let's stare together.
We put the silent Yulenka on our knees.
“Straighten your tits,” Georgich again ordered, and Yulenka made us beautiful. Then she put her palms between her breasts. I straightened her handkerchief, smoothed the flirty chelochka. Geogrich pulled her hands and put one on his penis, the other on mine. Yulenka habitually grabbed the members and twisted, like shutters of shotguns.
- Oh, the idea! - said Georgich. - We stand up so that her hands - with a cross. Let us jerk off, and go into religious ecstasy.
- What are you, Georgich, ohuil? What an ecstasy, her ferocious Huns rape! Or is your dick already holy?
- Here, fucking smart like, but fucking not smart! She's a Catholic! They have all the buzz of suffering!
- ABOUT! You can if you want! Julia, working double.
She sent me a mournful look, closed her eyes for a second, then raised her face to the ceiling and knee-deep, hologrudaya, who grabbed us for members, with a gentle innocent little face showed suddenly such spirituality that my cock swelled twice. And this inspired person synchronously and very skillfully began to nadrachivat us. Damn, I have been milking the one-eyed for the first year, but what she did with my dick is just not imaginable! And Georgich dreamed:
- We’ll shoot from behind, so that in the frame only our lean asses are, you know, in partial shade, and she is all in the middle of the world - hands are cross, boobs are in sides, knees are closed, face is kicked up ...
“The camera flies over the head,” I said, “close-up of the face, fixation.” Then from the back, so that the zhpka is round from under the dress exactly half, the waist is narrow, the tits on the sides turn white, the hair is flaxen, the cape is a Catholic ...
- And, fuck, two dick in her hands.
- Hui darken.
And again, the professional conversation made a miracle with Yulenka: she fingered so hard that in order not to let go ahead of time, I had to use heavy artillery: to present my neighbor Gránu, an old woman of ninety years old, who had been banging a car at a car wash in a bikini.
“Hey, nun, you are breathing unevenly to the fierce Huns,” Georgich said. - I wish the team waited or something. It's still they who are raping you, and not you them.
And put the dick in her mouth. Yulia deliciously zachavkala. Saliva flowed profusely on prominent breasts.
“We will also shoot this scene from behind our backs,” I began. - That it was visible, how her palm swarms in my groin, and a head - in yours.
- Then the influx of my muscular ass, so that you can see how the buttocks are reduced, when I in her mouth, stare. And then remove the dimple on the cheek.
- And then close up, as I mnu her boobs.
- Well, so what do you care about? You are her fucking force! Take it by the nipple, pull it up ... Zadr, go up! Shake it ... look how it moves! And it is necessary to invent something with saliva, Seryoga. Grimshrsha pisses every two minutes her boobs powder.
- By the way! Yulenka, let the saliva go. See how your chest glistened! Look, how beautifully the saliva hung on the nipple!
- Estet fucking.
- Listen, Georgich, I am fed up with something this jerk. Let's change the position.
Having put the bustjack in the mouth a couple of times in the mouth, I lay down on the sofa. Erotic stories of Yulia deftly got her cock inside her, sat down on him, embracing her slightly wet vagina and moving back and forth. I grabbed hold of soft, rolling tits, began to knead them, toss them, to press them against each other. Julia, holding her naughty lips, didn’t look at me in principle.
Georgich reached for a sofa with his legs:
- Listen, why doesn't she pray to you? Well you wanted her to pray all the way.
- Yes, because she constantly has your dick in her mouth.
“Aha,” Georgich grinned happily and began to poke Yulenka a member on the cheek. She turned her head and tried to catch a member of his lips.
- Hey, Georgich, you stand up on the left and so that she is a bit bent over you. Then her breasts hang down to one side and sadly will look with their nipples in the lower left corner of the screen, as if lamenting about the beautiful past.
“Isn't the past right?”
- Idiot, right - the future.
- ABOUT! And let me first give her a suck on the left and then on the right. It turns out that at first the boobs about the bright past were patronized, and then to the dark future they were horrified!
- Come on.
And the third time I was amazed at the miracle that our cinematic spells made on Yulenka: she was clearly wet, sat deeper and moved more tightly to rub against my pubic hair with a clitoris. Her vaginal discharge runs down her balls. Georgich planted in her mouth, she diligently worked cheeks. My hair and handkerchief swayed, my boobs swayed in my arms. I constantly curved the letter "sic" to zaryuhatsya in their face and lick, but in such a position is not something to fuck, for a long time is impossible.
“Georgich,” I finally pleaded, “let me play with your boobs!”
“A pervert,” he grunted, but he walked away from Yulenka, stood to the side, cheering.
I pulled the girl over and she fell into her arms, bringing the soft weight of her intoxicating tittec over my chest. The first thing I lifted milking to the face and passionately licked. Then he hugged Yulenka behind her back, pressed and crushed her breasts against her rib cage, pushed the girl around, feeling how she was rolling around on her own buffers. Caressing his hair, he whispered in his ear:
- Yulenka, you should not be offended. We have such a job with you. I am sorry that you were not quite prepared for it, but sooner or later you would have to. You, by the way, are doing great. Only, really, do not forget to pray.
And he dug his lips into hers. At first she didn’t respond to the kiss, but a little later her lips made of stone became soft, succumbed to the pressure of my tongue, and there they opened, letting a girl’s tongue in my mouth. Drooling our mixed ... and gave it a strange taste ... Fuck, but this is from Georgiyu dick! Ugh, I won't kiss her again.
“Sergey,” she whispered, relaxing, “it was mean.”
- You are well done, Yulenka.
“And now,” Georgich could not stand it, devouring the bulging Julia’s ass with his eyes, “It’s time for double penetration!”
- Hey, - Julia crouched on my penis, - and you did not smack, eh?
Geogrich for the neck returned her to the bent position:
“What, did you think the fierce Huns wouldn't bang a classic sandwich with a nun?” Moreover, the point you have nifiga not virgin, it is fully developed - and he, spitting on her anus, began to press in the saliva with the head of the penis.
“You should at least put on your hands!”
- We are healthy, we have help!
- I hate the smell of burning rubber!
“Nahaly,” Julia sobbed into my neck, relaxing my ass.
- Do you know what your problem is, Yulia? - I said, energetically moving my ass. - You are too easy to get out of the role. When you play, everything is great. But how do you see what is happening? Fashionable director Bychkov in his apartment fucks novice actress Vasnetsova. But here is something completely different. Here two fierce Huns raping a tremulous young monk, a virgin, living a dick in the vicinity did not see. This is a personal tragedy!
- Yeah, - sniffed Georgich, slow frictions teaching Yulkin her ass to her dick. I felt his movements through a thin mucous, most amusing sensation. - And lowering you, they fuck the whole Catholic faith!
Oh bent!
- Yulenka, and this concerned gnome is right. In our age of postmodernism, each scene has two or three semantic layers!
And it worked again. Our movie fetishist bent over, pressed herself closer to me, moved, hotly moaning in the neck:
- Ave, mater dei! Ave Maria…
- Listen, Seryog, your idea with an endless prayer is kind of tedious, don't you think?
“There are a few,” I admitted. - Turns, of course, but ... Need to think.
Yulia suddenly wailed in a loud, well-placed voice:
- Shameless Huns! You have dishonored my body, but you will not succeed in dishonoring my soul! You have defiled my mouth, shutting it up with your own blows, but you will not defame and shut up the Catholic sermon resound throughout the world! You have entered my bosom, but you will never enter the bosom of the Roman Catholic Church! You have dirtyly outraged me in an unnatural way, but you cannot bring anything unnatural into the holy light of the Christian faith!
- Fuck yourself! - Georgy admired, furiously hammering Yulkin ass. - In the lit!
“Yes, yes,” I confirmed, “she is gorgeous.”
“You better tell me what, boys.” And why in the historical film such naturalistic bed scenes, especially three?
- Why three? - surprised Georgich. “Do you think you are the only female heroine we have?”
- What?!!
“Yulenka,” I said cautiously, “actually the whole film will consist of such scenes.”
- Oh, so you dragged me into erotica! Scum! Cheaters! Nothing in the ad about it ...
- How are cheaters? - I was offended. - "For shooting in a beautiful, costumed, historical film requires an actress with big breasts." Where are we cheated?
- Do you think at least one actress who does not agree to the naked, come? After reading about the chest? Huyushki!
- Everything is thought out!
- Smarties! Scoundrels! - She moaned in my neck, waving in time with our irregular jolts.
- You are not us, you are fierce Huns scold!
- Fiends. Two prifizdysh. If only to fuck the girl, spiritus sanctus.
- Is it about us or about the fierce Huns? - Georgich asked in a puzzled way.
- And dick knows her. Here it is, the great power of art.
- Talent!
- Listen, I still want her orally.
- Mouth shut? Come on, health. Just come in this position, so that I continue to fuck her in the ass.
I lay down on the sofa on my back, pulled up and spread my legs. Georgich put Yulenka with cancer and poked my nose into the crotch, while he himself started her ass. With a completely calm face, Yulenka swayed to the beat of his frictions and was skeptical about my personal belongings. Her breasts swayed powerfully.
- Yulenka, is something wrong?
- Yes, - I interjected this B-Each-Barrel-Gag, - that you hatched? Dick seen before? Do you know how to suck eggs? Do you know the word "anulingus"? Get started!
Yulenka resolutely withdrew from his penis and sat on the heels.
- So, I know the word “anlingus”, but the nun Laura does not know. Secondly, I very much doubt that the great leader of the fierce Huns will settle down in front of the nun in such a humiliating pose. And thirdly, I have no idea how you will shoot this, so that at the same time nothing can be seen. But in any case, for a feature film, this is too vulgar a pose!
Sighing, Geogrych and I sat down on the sofa in front of her and looked at each other. As always, I had to explain myself.
- Well, Yulenka, I will reveal to you our main secret. Usually we talk about it with the girls at the very end of the casting, but you turned out to be not only a brilliant actress, but also a very smart, insightful girl. In short, we plan to remove two versions of the picture - the software and the version for adults.
- Also beautiful, costumed and historical!
- Funding allows you to make just an amazing movie!
- Especially since there are no costs. Just everything that we used to cut and throw away during installation, we will now cut and glue.
- We do not count on the special success of the soft version ...
- So, let's collect a couple of hundred million dollars around the world ...
- But the adult version, oh! It will be a blast! Oscar is guaranteed!
- The great Michael Ninn himself is promoting us!
- Yulenka, you will pass in a luxurious evening dress along the red carpet with a golden statuette in your hands, surrounded by flashlights and stars.
- The ceremony takes place in Nice, in France. On the stage, so to speak, of our film.
- Michael, as the script read, immediately ordered a room for the three of us in a seven-star hotel!
- And most importantly, Yulia, the show will be closed. In Russia, no one will know about the second version of the film! The dark country, here did not see either the secret "Terminator" or the adult "Pirates of the Caribbean", or "Harry Potter."
- The award ceremony, of course, will be broadcast, but who is watching these ceremonies ?!
- Of course, Yulia, the role in our film will be received by the girl who, after passing the casting, agrees to the adult version.
- Therefore, our casting is so hard.
- And this is a completely different salary, Yulenka.
With bated breath, we looked at our busty nymph, she, haughtily pursing her full lips, was silent for a few seconds and stared coldly at us. Then, in some fantastic way, she slowly opened her mouth - we heard her lips intimately splitting open.
- Anulingus, you say?
Yulenka slipped into my groin, not letting go of my eyes with her new, icy, blue gaze, lifted the eggs, tickling the manicure, and ran the tip of my tongue along my crotch. I was covered in goosebumps.
- Oh, it started! - Georgich was delighted and rushed to attack the desired Yulkin ass.
Again, the girl did not pay attention to his frictions. She still looked into my eyes. Her tongue sharply penetrated into my anus, penetrated to the sphincter and walked around it with a circle. My cock trembled, a transparent drop of grease emerged from the head. Wetly drooling in her drool, Yulenka wetly slid tongue-blade across the balls, along the entire length of the trunk, licked around the head, licked a droplet and wetly sucked the penis. I groaned. Stopping immediately under the head, Yulia let a fantastic wave through her lips, simultaneously tickling the penis of the penis with her tongue, then withdrew from it, leaving a thread of saliva between the head and the full lower lip, and caught her breath. Then again, purring, swallowed the head and slid the ring of lips all over the trunk to the very eggs. The head of the penis penetrated her esophagus. I choked with pleasure, never had I done such a deep blowjob. It seemed that there were one more tiny sponges in Yulenka's throat, which now process the head of my penis, while the big lips are working on its base, and my tongue is licking the eggs.
- Fuck, I'm done right now! - puffed Geogrgich. - It is necessary to change the hole.
I was in solidarity with him.
In order to get a little bit of oholon, we three got to the bar and fucked cognac. Having smiled meaningfully at me, Yulenka straightened her handkerchief and, having climbed on Georgich, she opened my back for me.
- Wow! Yes she is wet!
The discovery, damn it, did. The gut, by the way, is also ok so the grease is allocated. My dick blurted out there, almost in free space, just below, under the mucous membrane of the wall went back and forth the piston of a friend. The anal sphincter ring squeezed my trunk thinly and elastically. Having squeezed the cheeks of Julia's ass between each other, I created another area of pleasure, more gentle, and began to move, reveling in this double sensation.
- Girl, pray! - Georgich demanded from below.
- Yes, you go.
- Oops, Yulia! But what about acting?
- Stop to mock! What game is in porn? Ass cool, that's the whole game.
- No, Yulenka, you are absolutely wrong. In the porn movie you need to play all the more flawlessly. We are going to porno!
“Sikulya sikulerum,” the girl muttered, moaning through her closed lips. - Ave Sanctus Dominus ... There is no way to just fuck a girl. Perversions came up with, Huns bad-tempered. Damn, guys, your prayer prevents me from concentrating; I can't finish!
Georgich already suffocated from such arrogance and pulled out a member.
- Seryoga, did you hear that ?!
- Yeah, - I puffed and vigorously plowed a stunning Julie's ass. - From your side, Yulenka, this is extremely not professional!
- What the fuck did you come here ?! You serve Melpomene! Look how Seryoga won! Sweat the whole!
- Dick in place returned, - ordered Yulia.
“Wow, how did you speak,” grumbled Georgich, carrying out the order. - Seryoga, whatever you want, but now I’ll finish it and kick it out with fucking casting!
“Yeah,” I said, lost in sensation. - Listen, in the ass it gives luxurious.
“Oh, you fiends,” Yulia grumbled. “You have corrupted my virgin breasts, but you cannot do anything with the single breast of the Roman papal catholic who nurtured the whole Christian world ...”
“Yul,” said Georgich seriously, “something you are not carrying.” What is the only breast of the Pope? Dick what? And he nurtured the whole Christian world to them? Not, with such dialogues, the politically correct West will not accept us.
- Damn, boys! Do you think it is easy for me to remain in the role when you are carrying any povab about me?
Georgich screamed, but I objected:
- And you, Yulenka, what do you think, when the Huns nuns were raped, did they talk about something else?
- Ebi come on!
“To all the sisters by the earrings,” said Georgich, enticing Yulenka from below. - By the way, Seryoga, and she reminded about something. And as soon as you could forget? ..
- You're about to fuck tits? I have not forgotten, I'm on the sweet shore.
- It's dessert time!
We laid Yulenka on the couch. Lazily glancing at us, she was pulling at one nipple with one hand, the other was swirling in her pussycat.
“Listen,” Georgich whispered hotly to me, “but give her two boobs to stare at me!”
“Come on,” I agreed, and walked over to the side of the head.
- Stand! Today she already licked you a point. My turn!
- fair.
Georgich immediately saddled Yulenka's face and started rubbing his puffy lips with his hairy butt, while he grumbled, he grabbed his tits and began to beat them. I sat on the girl's stomach, rejoicing in his gentleness, and, as a connoisseur, I imperiously took away the tits from Georgich. Squinting, he shook them in his hands and spit relishly into the hollow. Georgich was delighted and also spat. I spat on the right breast again. Geogrich - on the left. Saliva, glistening, flowed over smooth hills. Half a minute later, from under Georgich's ass there was a muffled voice:
- Guys, and you are not carried away there?
“Lizhe deeper,” grumbled Georgich, “I don’t feel your crap about your tongue.”
But he stopped spitting and put Elda in the hollow, put his hands to his chest, hugged their dick and hid it from the world. There were still a lot of free tits over his hands, about the same as I usually do. I put my dick on top and closed my chest over it. Happily puffing, we began to knead the boobs in four hands, so that they covered and stroked our members. Then, exchanging glances, they began to peck at them like a children's toy, in which the peasant and the bear take turns hammering the anvil with hammers. Divine sensations. The penis is like in a space filled with tenderness, and somewhere, far and close, soft masses, gravitational fields, the receipt of affection and love are almost unsystematically displaced. I almost did not feel a member of Georgich, who walked somewhere in the depths. Squeezing my breasts, I began to drive them across the penis in different directions, making the pleasure even more refined.
“Tell me better how you remove this scene for the soft version,” came the deaf from Georgich.
- Do not be distracted!
- Elementary, Yulenka. Ass Georgicha completely hides your face ...
- And your tits are so big that our dicks don't even look out!
- We will not even mount anything, just give a flyby camera. Everyone will understand everything, but no one will see anything.
- And for the porn version? - sarcastically clarified the actress.
- And for the porn version, we will show my close-ups, stained with your pink lipstick! Hey, Seryoga, seven minutes.
- Well, okay. I'm ready.
- Fuck, I'm not fucking ready at all. Pussy concede?
- Go ahead. I like boobs more.
- Dirty titskoyb!
Georgich ran around us, with a sweep drove a member into Yulenka, and rattled off with the speed and power of a jackhammer. The body of the girl went waves.
- Oh! - Yulenka admiringly spread her blue eyes. And I got the idea.
- Boobs hold it.
She grabbed her breasts with splayed fingers, so cleverly that they were standing, and the halos with nipples protruded on me, swollen, with a venous mesh under the thinnest of delicate skin. Through the hollow between them, I saw an open, wet mouth, blue eyes that were dazed with excitement gleamed above the nipples. I didn’t even have to move - Georgich yulkino shook his body with his frictions - and the space fantastically circled in itself my member. With my free hands, I grabbed the proposed nipples and began to twist them.
- Oh, fiends! - moaning Yulenka. - Oh, gods! Oh, mommy! I'm a blameless nun! I can not fuck poke! Mommy! I can't goch-aaa ...
Having let out an animal scream, she jerked under me like a bold filly, immediately driving my excitement into the “red zone”.
- Fuck! - Geogrich yelled. - She squirts!
With a growl, I grabbed Yulenka by the head, lifted up to see my mouth distorted in ecstasy and my eyes meaningless from enjoying my eyes, I squeezed my breasts with my elbows and began furiously fucking their wet flesh. From the groin to the head, the tension was rapidly rising, at the same time carrying in itself a premonition of discharge.
Georgich, a brute, jumped, took Yulkin’s head from me and pushed the dick in her mouth. Yulenka throbbed an unpleasant, but exciting physiological sound and threw her eyes at Georgich with such an expression! ... Everything mixed up there: amazement, pain, indignation, humility, and tenderness, and passion. I covered. But I also wanted this look of an ideal sacrifice and hit the girl hard on the cheek. She glanced at me wetly. Groaning, I maximally pushed the dick into her tits, the swollen purple head popped out on the other side and shot thick sperm directly into this wide-open eye. Yulenka blinked and simultaneously coughed, turning back from Georgich. An ejaculating dick slid out of her mouth.
- Where the fuck ?! - Georgich shouted, grabbed the girl by the hair, put her head back and began to milk the dick in her mouth. I swept tits with a flourish, with each frictional movement plentifully lowering Julia on face and buffer.
Having finished, Georgich wiped the prick on the girl's lips, but I squeezed the last drops and shook her nipples.
Laughing, we slapped each other's palms, jumped off of Yulenka and ran around her, folding her fingers with the frame of the storyboard. From our ends on the floor flew the last drop of semen. The actress kindly looked at us from the couch, tiredly hanging tits.
- What sprawled? - Georgich shouted cheerfully. “Come on, get up, let the tits hang over one side,” and looked through her through his fingers, as if photographing.
Yulenka obediently stood up ... and away we go! “Sit on your haunches!” “Knees apart!” “Take boobs in your hands!” “Stretch me!” “Shake them!” “Lick your nipple! Slow! Let the sperm between him and the lip hang! "" Cancer stand up! Rolls dissolve! "" Collect a breast in a heap! Face the sperm with your face! ”“ Now lift, let the sperm stretch! ” Let them rejoice in the wonderful future! ”“ Collect sperm and spread it on your pussy! ”“ Who smears that? Leg otklyach, sponge spread, and rub come on! Deeper, right inside! ”
- Seryoga, forty seconds.
- Stop! Shot!
Yulenka laughed happily and clapped her hands. She ran to us, opening her arms for hugs and kisses, but her lips were smeared with sperm, and we retreated in disgust. She threw a meaningful glance at us - she was a master of significant glances in general, our Yulenka, not a gift for an actress - an insult in half with adoration and coquetry. I slipped on my knees, lifted our wilted limbs and presented me with a tender farewell kiss.
“I’m working,” said Georgich and went to the computer.
I handed Yulenka a hank of paper towels. She wiped the cum off and looked around for a wastebasket. Recycle was not. I silently smiled. With a snort, she thrust a lump of paper into her bag.
“And clean the floor, please,” I pointed at the drops of sperm and the puddle of her squirt.
Pokrasnev, Yulenka unwound more towels and, as she was naked, began to wipe the floor.
“Time,” said Georgich.
“What are you talking about all the time?” - asked the girl.
- Do not pay attention, Yulenka. We work. All this time we were timing the scene.
- A. And I ... passed the selection?
- Of course, Yulenka! Congratulations, the main role is yours!
She sat on his heels and, with shining eyes, again clapped her hands.
- I knew that the role would most likely have to get through the bed! But I thought it would be somehow more civilized: flowers, champagne, a hotel room ... And you guys are great! - she sent me a flirty look. - And when will we start shooting?
I made a surprised face:
- Let's start? But we, in fact, finished.
And pointed to hidden cameras. Julia, not knowingly opened her mouth and clapped her eyes on me. Only her boobs immediately understood everything and sadly wilted.
“Moreover,” Georgich sang with his voice above the Enter key, in the voice of the entertainer, “The Ebony Nun is now in the rental movie!” And-and ... Opanki! Everything! The film can be viewed on the Internet, just scoring the title in the search box!
- Oh, you scum! Yes, I am you! ... Yes, I am you! ..
With eyes full of tears, Yulia dived into her clack and fished out a cell phone izvazyukanny our cum.
“You won't do anything to us, aunt,” Georgich lied lazily. - We are minors.
“Yeah,” I confirmed. - We just look older.
- Nayabednichaesh, we'll put you.
Dropping the phone, Yulenka sobbed into her hands, her boobs began to tremble. Looking at this, I felt a member tense up again.
“Pidarasy,” Yulia sobbed into her hands, “petty-minded cocksuckers ...”
“You know, the cocksuckers are not here,” I was offended at the “small-crested”.
Georgich was more straightforward:
- Why are you sitting? Get dressed and pussy out of here!
- Yes! Fuck you We still need to rest. We have two hours later NEXT CASTING!