Snow only on mountain peaks…It’s cold there…..Skiing tracks…… Downstairs.Dry……European village…. Gingerbread houses…
The hotel for many years has remained an inn, now, has turned into paradise for tourists .
Outside, stylized furniture and fireplaces inside. Bruthered staff, smiles, smiles, smiles ….
The Christmas tree burning with lights, and pieces of the advancing Christmas in each issue, changing plots, thanks to the maids, in traditional apron-grenades….
And so every day .
Fresh flowers adjacent to Christmas gingerbread .
And, although, it seems, there is no winter, the feeling of the upcoming Christmas and the New Year creates a special mood to all the guests of the hotel .
The charming woman, from that rare breed, looking at which you can’t determine at once, or she has no 30, or for forty, with the participation, she watched the husband unloaded her suitcases from the rented Mercedes at the entrance of the hotel..
At that late hour, sedentary assistants from the service staff, did not frolic much in their help to the arrived.
Writing from frosts, our heroine, chilly wrapped in a warm fur coat, slightly sticking out the tip of a curious nose .
She came to rest, and for now, what, not that she had this rest overshadowed.
A familiar village is silent.Any sound.not created by a shopkeeper, caused a echoing echo among the long -sleeping inhabitants of this quiet place .
Entering the room, our beauty smiled pretty: a large bed, a depraved fireplace, a huge number of pillows on countless sofas informed her: …You, dear, came to rest …
Looking into Vannya, she slowly pulled off her boots, threw off her cloak, short warm shorts, and, remaining in the fierce smoky tights, smiled, happily looking at her for her: great, let’s go to sleep.
MORNING
A ray of the northern sun broke through the loosely drawn curtains, which forced her to reach out.
Cold .
The window is open…
A stream of frosty air drove out of bed: these down Bavarian blankets, so I would sleep until the day after tomorrow…
But a call….Tasty, honey, smoked sausages…
Toy store-straight house…
Everything, or at least a little with me, in the boxes, home, children-doctors, balls, balls….then, piercing, delicious bastard, only here are such….and the man with whom she arrived…here he is on his face, a smile seems to be, then everything is not in vain …
And the sun, the sun, and no rain, did not deceive, fucking Internet….Behind…e…Beat ….
Well, it’s time to return, with a scream and scandals promised a fucked massage, check, let’s try…
Husband is furious, he is crazy, he got a place with difficulty .Now he walks in circles, funny, everything looks, as if, who would not feel anything and did not see.And what am I?He is stupid, if he wanted to give someone, she would have done it.And I would not ask him ,
Yes…I got it…but in the truth is funny, he ran, looked, found out, massage? masseuse? What will be…?? Does not understand: I’m going to rest, and I don’t care who will be plying on my charms …
Well, went, bra, naturally left in the room,? The breasts and so good, two melons, I saw the one that…True, I am not shy, but why, let the old man worry…
Although my, of the end, at this time, has gone crazy, … ….Who will see what…. But I think so, only useful, let it be busted …..
MASSAGE
Freshly breathing young woman entered the open door of the room with purple backlight and quiet music.
The elderly massifies, according to the directorate of the high-class hotel, he was waiting for his, as he thought an ordinary patient, sitting on a high rotating stool and, preparing, for his upcoming work, lubricated his hands….
His working day ended, he still needed to get to Munich, where, between us, no one waited for him: his wife had been abandoned for a long time, suing a decent piece of land in northern Westphalia, the children scattered, sometimes, when there was no choice, for a weekanother, throwing his grandchildren with whom he had contact, he had about the same as with the altogether.He was not even comforted by campaigns with them in the next toy store: having bombed his Gold Mastercard-he heard at the end: Hello grandfather, we will see each other…
Thus thinking about his unenviable fate, he almost did not hear how the last patient entered the room, and, in a quiet velvet voice, in English, was postponed with him…
Turning around, the masseur froze: he did not have to see such beautiful women, among his blond patients;For a long time: a thin lip line, the correct facial features, breast mounds; fed under a heavy robe …
The girl who had entered the gully looked at him, smiled slightly at pulled a robe .
Opening, the robe presented the eyes of a massage therapist tired during the day, two ripe melons of his chest, with pink, impudent nipples sticking in different directions.As if nothing happened, she took off her bathrobe and handed over to the masseur.He put him on a free chair.Without embarrassment, he looked at the patient.Following the classic breast, a flat white stomach followed, smoothly turning into rounded hips and a slightly protruding ass, covered with dense warm tights, which shone through a thin strip of panties.
The young woman inquiringly examined the masseur and properly evaluating his incentive gesture-gestured fingers for the elastic band of tights.Not paying attention to others, she resolutely moved tights to her knees.
At the same time, a small white strip of charming cotton panties was exposed, from under the upper lace strip of which several hairs came flirty.
In order to completely free from the tights, our heroine had to bend, she slowly freed one leg at first, then the second.The melons of the breasts swayed to the beat of her movements, to such an extent that the elderly massage therapist had to turn away to try to hide a suddenly surpassed desire.He was a religious person, but here…The Blessed Virgin Mary, and St. Peter himself is unlikely to control .
Throwing tights at a robe lying on a chair, she looked inquiringly at the masseur.He said abruptly, something in German, and, looking a little to the side, pointed her finger at a strip of panties.Zhenina looked around, and, indecisively, she moved her panties down, swinging her hips.A lump of fabric fell to the floor.
Gently moving naked hips, she incorrectly crossed through the panties lying on the floor.
Bended.
At the same time, the mounds of elastic snow -white buttocks and, for a second, were scorched, the rose vagina clip framed by rare hairs .
Shamelessly, without looking away, a massage specialist watched the movements of his patient .
Not touched by tanning, these incredibly beautiful, delicate particles of a charming body caused not only desire.
They appealed to the long -forgotten actions: touch, kiss, and even can be a little stroke.He knew how to separate work, with its touch, muscle harvesting, and sensual movements.He knew the border for sure (until he met it): what is needed and possible, but what should not be done .
There were many women in his room: from a banker-well-being in life, to the very descended ministers of the ancient profession: he did not make the differences between them, all were patients for him, he received money for their treatment, and, in general, the money did notBad.A naked female body has not served for him for a long time to excite .
Yes, and what a sin to hide, age also did not contribute to rush to any woman.In addition to all this, he knew for sure: one of his immodest movement, and his not poor clients can call the police, write a complaint, or just give in the face.But what he experienced when he saw her was incomparably with nothing .
Our heroine stood, bewilderedly dropping her hands along the body, and did not even try to cover herself .
The corolla of dark hair was only emphasized by the delicate tubercle of Venus in the lower abdomen, undoubtedly harmonizing with stinks of hair around sugar ears.
Gray eyes looked trustingly and strictly .
Turning gracefully, facing the massage table, she led a complete ass and, slowly, lay down on her stomach, trying to relax the muscles of the whole body .
The highest class specialist approached the table.What he saw, would surpass all the expectations of a snotty youth: on the massage table, waiting for the session, lay a naked butt up, a completely naked beauty, whose body was poured by the very juice, which distinguishes a mature woman from the girl and forces the crowds of young, and, wise, wisegray hair to ruin seven and make madness for the glory of a beautiful lady.
A little extended legs allowed the immodest look to get to the most secret: the pink piece of the pleasure center peering through a few hairs did not even allow me to look away even for a minute.
He began the procedure, as he was taught .
First shoulders are, muscles are tightened, stretch…
The devil where she was worn, everything is running, like this baby is moving at all, it hurts after all…
Now a little better, the class starts to moan.Husband, bastard, I suppose he made bags with potatoes to sneak. Would be younger, as if he would give in the face . Below, for touching the buttocks (the sheet fell to the floor, well, to hell with her,) to give the half of life to give. But work to work, the client is waiting ..
I took the castle by the chest.It hurts her if I do not regret it, dick who will help. Pulling, screaming Zolotula, does not worry, put your vertebrae in place. I sit on the ass: until it is noisy, feels an extract, moans. It hurts, I know, then it will be better.
I start moving down.Buttocks like sour cream are white, fresh.I knead, she dreams of something. Below, the hips are succumbing, it’s 40 years old, but it looks at 25-30-well from where they come from? Damn, maybe he will not notice? I take below…
Bosom pink, fucking, slightly fingers inside.Feeling, now it is definitely started… Promised massage of the whole body-get so.She is sleeping… relaxed, and I, scoundrel ….
A charming reaction-apparently came across a point of pleasure.I will continue, with a grateful figure, I have not built up for a long time
The tossing fingers replaced the firm phallus of a man.She woke up, and at first tried to get rid of the uninvited guest.Failed, especially since the orgasm was steadily approached.This has become all the more likely that the massage system was crumbling helplessly hanging under the stomach .
Bastard, found a favorite point.Creaming, she smiled.Then jumping up from the table, gave a slight slap in the face of a smiling Hama, and, swearing a tightly blushing her bathrobe.On the bending legs, our heroine stuffed tights, panties, and, without violating, flew out of the room
Infection, because I didn’t want to, the man rushed to deceive.Well, hell with them, with everyone that I, will love him less,?And, in general, I cook everyone, wipe everyone, go, still look for such..It’s not beautiful, of course, it turned out, yes mine .
He does not recognize.He drags so much from me that this will not even be able to assume.Let’s pretend that there was nothing
The bastard offered tomorrow massage in 4-hand.What would it mean?
RETURN
He speaks on the phone with friends.He curses himself that he sent his beloved to the wrong hands.They tell him: that you are worried, where your handsome man will go after so many years of life together ?
Insists: situations are different
She slips into the open door: ruddy, satisfied, slightly embarrassed .
He certainly immediately realized: it was.Pinched on the left in my chest: damn it, well, why did I offend her, so that the first to I meet …
I tried to make a friendly face: well, dear?She clung to him, and whispered to her ear inflated by Drakkar: …You know, this does not mean anything ..
To say that he loved her more life is not to say anything.Inside, he knew for sure: what would she do, he will forgive her everything .She also knew this, and did not use her permissiveness.I felt, I still find out, and even if I didn’t say anything, it will turn gray on an additional several hairs
After walking around the room, she pulled out pantyhose out of her pocket.The smooth fees for a second opened the bathrobe: a charming corolla of the hair in the lower abdomen, which appeared for a moment, prompted: there were no panties on the woman. Glating his eyes into her face – he asked: when panties pulled off you ?She, easily with her shoulders, said: immediately.Massage of the whole body of linen does not imply
He looked at her with flour, asked: liked it ?She a little look away, she said: Very
Silently, he took her hand, and led her to a big bed.Slightly pressing the lower back, he lowered it onto the bed – the floors of the dressing gown opened, and a gentle tummy with a whisk of short hair was a completely stunned with desire
Concentrating, he took her by the lower abdomen.Our heroine groaned a little.At that moment, he almost went crazy with jealousy: short, slightly tangled hair was shrouded in discharge: no it was not alien sperm: it was her own discharge, knowledgeable about the indomitable desire .
He entered her as much as he could gently: a quiet moan told him a point , .which was talked about so much found .
Getting out of bed, she uncertainly asked in the bathroom…
He is not a Serdlia for her.The best that was in his lives, this seductive woman, despite everything that had pronounced, while he stayed with him and he did not need more.
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