| Fuck<br>At the meeting, the management put the whole of our advertising department on the backfoot and, with a small run, soundly kicked everyone on a two-week holiday - summer, hot, ventilation can't cope.... They didn't give me holidays, so I couldn't get anything five-star, my only hope was Crimea, and that was if Timur was ready to invest in me. When I asked him if he was ready, he smiled unkindly and said that he was already investing himself between my bunions every night, and the wet sheet under me was evidence of the effectiveness of the investment. - Aha, I have to sponsor you to spin your whore's arse in Simeiz in front of men on the beach; you should go to the bathhouse, my friend. Fucking jealous! And I almost never gave him a reason, except with Pashka, but Pashka had such a machine that it would be unforgivable not to seduce him - oh, my arse was still whimpering sweetly for a few days, even at work a couple of times, giving in to the memories, I ran away to jerk off in the toilet, including on my mobile phone secretly filmed video - my perfect arse accepting his perfect dick.... When he was about to cum, I thought he would blow me up from inside with his white fountain - inflate me with his cum like a frog is inflated through a straw.... So, the bathhouse. well, why not? My grandmother hasn't seen me for six years - Moscow knows how to twist things in such a way that I don't need to see my parents.... And in the village - this very bathhouse, steamy milk, testicles, hoo... but that's not what I'm talking about. - I'll go to Big Kukushki, then. My grandmother will be happy. - Then go. You won't be able to twist your arse there, except in front of the local drunkards or when a bear breaks you in the woods. Timur is actually cool, but like all swarthy men, jealous as a baboon. However, when every night you have a guaranteed anal orgasm, you can be patient, right? Let the countryside and backwoods - and I did a fashionable hairdo with shaved zigzags on my temples anyway - it is necessary to keep the brand of a stylish metropolitan doltus, and let everyone jerk off while I will be in tight jeans, slightly (not provocatively, but who can appreciate - will understand) wiggling my smooth arse to march from the railway station to my grandmother's house, past the club, past the village shop, past the boys in Chinese sports trousers.... Not much has changed, has it? Except that foreign cars have appeared somewhere (how do they drive on these bumps, pontsutniks?), and the grandmother has quite a bit more grey hair. "Andryusha, you've grown up, you should look for a good bride!" Eh, if she knew that in my back under my jeans - a bride-to-be, and how many wedding photos she has in a special album "Only for the chosen ones...". - You can't even find a good bathhouse in Moscow! And under the shower - what is washing, Andrew? Just to wash off the dirt, neither health nor joy! I asked Sashka to make the fire hotter for you on purpose; so what if it's Monday, my grandson is coming, you'll heat it up like a sweetheart, and broom him, broom him, broom him, to knock out all the city's rubbish, because he's forgotten his dear grandmother! Do you remember Sashka? Sashka was my third cousin, a white-haired, wiry son of the local tractor driver, Uncle Lyova. I remember, at the age of fourteen, he got me so drunk on liquor stolen from my father that the whole next day I couldn't vomit.... I wish I recognised him now, the bastard! I do. Though if I'd met him in town, in a different environment, I wouldn't have recognised him; maybe I'd have held his gaze for a few seconds: he was a handsome man, with a face as unscrupulous as I liked; not so handsome, but "something" - lips in a perpetual grin, sunburnt curls on his tanned forehead, not a jock, but so.... "of the hound breed," as one of my ex-fuckers used to say. - Well, hello, Dronchik! - Sanya put his arm around me, patting me on the back so that I could feel what a man he was, - It's been a long time, bro, you've become a city man, how do you say it, a hipstar? - Sanya laughed, his teeth were white, his fangs were crooked, one of them was a third broken off - a collective farm bull had hit him with a horn, - wow, what details suddenly came to mind, I never would have thought.... Smells of smoke, booze and surprisingly decent perfume. - Hi, Sanek. Are you the first guy in Kokushki now? Perfumed like a gentleman! - I say in his tone, feeling that instead of a childhood friend I begin to perceive him as an interesting, albeit simple man. - Well, the first is not the first, but girls sometimes invite me to visit, - Sanja chuckled, slapping my lower back for some reason, - but in our country, Dronchik, [https://archive.kyivpost.com/article/opinion/vox-populi/andriy-boytsun-ukrainian-state-owned-enterprises-weekly-11.html Titty] it's not hard to be a beau, if you don't drink too much and your hands don't grow out of your arse.<br>Kostet got poisoned by bad booze, [https://archive.kyivpost.com/article/opinion/vox-populi/andriy-boytsun-ukrainian-state-owned-enterprises-weekly-11.html милф] Grey got two years in jail for fighting, so all the women are mine anyway, even if I had a dick as big as an acorn.... What about you? You're not thinking of getting married? Because Sergeevna has found you a bride, she's a nice girl, [https://archive.kyivpost.com/article/opinion/vox-populi/andriy-boytsun-ukrainian-state-owned-enterprises-weekly-11.html Сиськи] she's got great tits, I gave her a squeeze once after a club... - Sanya was dreaming, - Anyway, if you think about it, I'll help you get to her. There in Moscow all the whores probably don't know what they want, and Lerka won't go out, except that I'll come in as a brother sometimes..." winked Sanya. - Sanya winked, clearly in a good mood. - You like to talk about women, - I looked into his shameless eyes, patting and groping in return. - And what to do here in the evenings, we don't have a lunapark, Dronchik! Let's go to the bathhouse, I've got everything in order there, and you can check out my creativity! The bathhouse stood a little apart, behind my grandmother's house, behind San's family's house; all of them had built it together once, so that on Saturdays the whole family could steam there. And I had a third of the village in Kokushki; I thought with a slight horror that I would have to go round everyone, and everywhere they would pour their unique (potato, beetroot, apple) moonshine into me and ask me what was going on with Putin and Kabaeva. Sanya was pacing, looking at me contentedly, and seemingly anticipating something. When I came closer to the bathhouse, I understood the reason for his smug mystery. The bathhouse had a porch, dahlias were planted in front of the porch, five metres of the path in front of the entrance were paved with smooth white stones, and - the most shocking thing - a board with crooked, unsuccessfully pretending to be beautiful letters was pinned above the door. "E-Banya." I fucked up a little. Sanya glowered, apparently mistaking my surprise for mute delight. - Come on, sneak in, it's the coolest thing inside," my brother pushed me under my arse. In the enlarged anteroom, apart from two neatly cleaned bunks, there was a table, on which - fuck Madrid! - two shabby laptops. Between them stood a cut glass with plastic daisies. Did he cut the flowers from the cemetery? - I thought. - I thought long and hard about what to call it, Dronchik. "Virtual Bath" - it turns out that it's not real, right? And what is it not real, if I'm so stoked that the girls will not sit for more than three minutes without a break? "Internet lounge with a steam room" is long. "E-bath" is short and to the point, like an e-mail. Sanya nodded at the corner under the ceiling, where a red light was blinking between bouquets of St John's wort and brooms, "And you probably thought that we were suckers here? No, brother, progress - you can't stop it! - Sanek," I asked, feeling my eyebrows rise to the top of my forehead and stick there, "who's coming here to chat? Matveyitch or Aunt Zina? - You think they're suckers! - Sanka sat down on the bench, pulling on his worn sneakers. - We have hunting here, don't you know? Every week hunters come here... They shoot so much that the boars only increase, but they like to have a good rest, with vodka. And in general, we need movement, otherwise you'll get mossy here... Let's drink to the meeting! The vodka was, of course, not just vodka, but infused vodka - rowanberries, sea buckthorn and some herbs I hadn't recognised. ....
| | 彼女のアソコはチョコレートの匂いがした<br>遅かった...。パーティーから地下鉄で帰った。サンクトペテルブルクの地下鉄の黄色い線。好きじゃない。エスカレーターを駆け下りながら、終電に乗り遅れないことだけを考えていた。そしてギリギリのところで閉まるドアにぶつかる......。ふぅ。間に合った。私は急いで座席に座った。向かいに女の子が座っていた。黒髪の束が肩の下、胸の上まで下りている......。うーん...。なぜか急に彼女を見始めた。背が高い...。センチ、白いタンクトップ、短いデニムのスカート。足にはタックが入っている。彼女は座って携帯をいじっていて、明らかに僕が彼女を見ているのに気づいていない。私は少し調子に乗っていた。アルコールのせいだろう。うーん。なんて脚なんだ。長くて、形がいい。まるで広告のようだ。モデルに違いない。私は彼女を下から上まで見た。そして彼女の胸に目を止めた。彼女は明らかにブラジャーを嫌っていた。しかし、彼女の胸があれば、ブラジャーを買う余裕もあるだろう。白いタンクトップから突き出た乳首を見て、私は興奮し始めた。それはとても美しい光景だった。突然、この黒髪の美女が膝から足を離し、背筋を伸ばして座った。彼女の脚がそこに広がっている。私はますます彼女を凝視し始めた。そして私の鋭い目は、彼女がパンティもはいていないことを見抜いた。それが私を狂わせ始めた。ちなみに、私もノーパンだった。暑かった。スカートはきつかった......でも、せめてゆるかった。私はふくよかな唇を噛み締めながら、彼女の股間を見つめ続けた。それが彼女に見つかったんだ。私はどうすべきか考え始めた。恥ずかしそうに目を隠すか、それとも... [https://archive.kyivpost.com/article/opinion/vox-populi/andriy-boytsun-ukrainian-state-owned-enterprises-weekly-11.html Большой] 。しかし、彼女の質問が私の思考を中断させた。- 楽しんでるみたいね - ええ」と私はため息をついた。- じゃあ、これを見て [https://curtis-sylvania.com/faq/reset-2 Kazirodztwo] そして突然、彼女は立派な脚の膝を曲げて、自分の右側のシートに置いた......。なんという眺めだろう！滑らかなピンクの唇が私を手招きしている。陰部には毛が一本も生えていない。彼女は軽く手を動かしてひだを広げ、クリトリスを露出させた...... [https://archive.kyivpost.com/article/opinion/vox-populi/andriy-boytsun-ukrainian-state-owned-enterprises-weekly-11.html Matka] 。私は息をのんだ。彼女は長い指でクリトリスをなぞり始めた。ゆっくりと、とても優雅に。そして、彼女はその指を口に含み、舌を這わせ、下へ下へと愛撫を始め、膣の中へと少し入っていった。私はめまいがした。頭が混乱した。私は乳房を撫で始め、乳首をしごいた。私は唇を噛み、その眺めを楽しんだ。アルコールと欲望が働き始めた。そして私は美女と同じ体勢になった。地下の車両で、見知らぬ男の前で自分を愛撫し始めた！気が狂いそうになった。- おいで」彼女の声が雷のように私の耳に響いた。私は立ち上がり、2、3歩歩いた。彼女に近づくと、私は床に膝をついてしゃがみこんだ。私の顔は彼女のおしっこと同じ高さだった。彼女はますます激しく指を動かした。私はもう我慢できず、彼女の手を離し、舌でクリトリスを触った。彼女のアソコはチョコレートのような匂いがした。なんて呆れるような匂いなんだ！私は一瞬めまいを感じたが、唇を彼女の陰核に強く食い込ませた。彼女は長いため息をついた。彼女は明らかに私のしていることが気に入ったようだった。私は彼女のアソコに舌を這わせ始めた。MM。とても甘い！長い間、女性を愛撫したいと思っていた！そして今、それが実現した。私は貪欲に彼女を愛撫した。私のエッチな舌が彼女の膣に入り始めた。指でクリトリスを愛撫した。- 中に出して」と彼女は要求した。私は指を舐め、彼女の大きな緑色の目を覗き込むと、静かに指を入れ始めた。私は指をどんどん速く動かし、ほとんど完全に彼女の中から出し、力強く中に戻した。彼女は少し前進し、もうひとつの穴を私の顔にさらした。それはとても小さく、とてもピンク色だったので、私はすぐに舌でそれを愛撫し始めた。私の彼女は大きな声で呻いた。私たちはすでに2、3駅移動していたが、幸いなことに駅には誰もいなかった。誰にも恥ずかしくはなかったと思うが、とても気持ちよかった。私は彼女の穴を舐め、指でマンコを叩いていたが、彼女にどうしても舐めてもらいたかったので、指を抜き、座席にひざまずき、両手で彼女を引き下ろし、彼女が舌で私の股間に届くようにした。私は短いスカートをたくし上げた。彼女は自分自身を舐めた。彼女は両手で私の尻をつかみ、私を引き寄せた。この瞬間を待っていた！ そしてこの美しい女性が私のクリトリスに触れた！私はすぐにイクと思った。でも違う... [https://archive.kyivpost.com/article/opinion/vox-populi/andriy-boytsun-ukrainian-state-owned-enterprises-weekly-11.html Kazirodztwo] 。彼女はそうさせなかった！ああ... 彼女はどう舐めたか！彼女の舌は一度にあちこちに行き渡った！<br>彼女の指が私の中に伸び、情熱的に私を叩き始めた。私は悲鳴をこらえることができなかった...。とても気持ちよかった。私の分泌液はもう私の脚を流れ始めているはずだった。でも、彼女は最後の一滴まで全部舐めとってくれた。私はイッた。私は激しく叫び、感情はもう抑えきれなかった。私たちは隣同士に座り、お互いを撫で始め、服の下に潜り込み、脚を愛撫した。そしてほとんど同時に、私たちはまたアソコを撫で始めた。なんて素晴らしいんだろう...。私たちはキスをした。私たちはさらにお互いを求め、手放すことができなかった。しかし、すべての良いことには終わりが来る。私たちは終点に着いた。私たちは降りなければならなかった。手をつないで客車を降りた。エスカレーターには誰もいなかった。彼女の足を広げ、指でアソコを叩き、もう片方の手でクリトリスを愛撫した。彼女はますます激しく呻き、ついに射精した。私は濡れた指を引き抜き、彼女に舐めさせた。チョコレートのような匂いがしたが、そこにセックスの匂いが加わった......。地下鉄で私たちは情熱的なキスをし、電話番号を交換し、いつか私の家で会う約束をした。でもそれはまた別の話。 |