I was driving from work, saw a voting girl. I slowed down and wanted to open the window to ask, in fact, where did she. but she opened the door and sat down silently looking in front of her.
Having taken a little taken aback, I just as silently moved on. She continued to be silent. It was clear by her face that she was something upset and it seems to her do not care where to go and what to do. I was in the way examined her, she would confess her was pretty. Black short hair, cute neat nose. However, its forms were hidden from me with a long skirt of some muffled tones and a sweater in free cut. We rode silently for some time. Slowing at a traffic light suddenly for myself, I said «.»We met a look. I added « you can leave when you want, I do not hold you. Or I take you to where you need or », – I paused, – «.»
She silently unfastened her skirt and threw her into the back seat.
« And now cowards are there »- I already said more firmly « spread my legs and put your pussy so that I can carefully examine it »She took off her white (in my opinion silk) panties and sent them to the company to her skirt. then he bent her back with her hands and froze in this depraved pose.
I looked at her. Her face was still tense, but a blush flashed on her cheeks. By that time, we had been traveling along the ring. I was rebuilt into the right row and reduced the speed, so that in fact no one interfered with us, which suited me quite in the light of the opening prospects.
Her hole was well -groomed with the love with which educated girls take care of her. A neatly shaved pubis in the shape of an arrow moving from the clitoris up and a wet vagina made an indelible impression on me. This bitch flowed! Well, this is not long.
I took off my shirt tie clip and pinched it with its clitoris. She bit her lip looked at me without changing the pose. Then she finally said « it hurts me, take it off ».
– What is your name – I asked
– Remove mm hurts – she scrambled plainly.
– Answer the question! – And I reinforced my words with a slap in the face of the outer side of the palm.
– Faith
– No. They will call you Masha. I like this name more.
– You quarreled with a guy?
– Yes
– and decided to instruct him horns with me – I grumbled viciously. While our short dialogue lasted, her face became Puntsov, slender snow -white legs, at the end of that summer, the aristocrat of the damn, trembling, tears flowed from her eyes.
But the most amazing thing is that she not only did not try to remove the clamp, although he apparently delivered her colos pain, but did not change the pose. Remaining in this half -pussy outward. It amused me.
– Agree, now you are not up to the guy, – I sorted.
She didn’t listen to me. She screamed. something like a mommy, well, take it off. I was tired of listening to her cries and took off the clamp.
« Relax »- I ordered her. Although I could not say that. She literally collapsed in the seat and whispered her face with her palms – « God, what I do »
– Why did you quarrel?
« he found another, she was with him when I came »She whispered without taking her hands on her face.
– Well, we’ll come to me now and swear you you will forget him. You will not be up to this …
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