"Good fucking." I like you. Maybe we can meet again later?

She continued to speak, despite her deep tact, and he gasped, " I don't know.

"Come on, text me the number, I'll come back sometime, I'll fuck you at night if you can't sleep."

"Ho-ro-o-o-o-o-sho-o-o-o-o…"

– There's still a lotof o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o pa-a-a-a-a-ar-ne-e-e-ee

"A couple of people, but they're already busy

"Go on." Smell my breasts.

He leaned down, but instead began to lick them, squeezing her nipples with his teeth, which caused her to completely lose control and start moaning, which, of course, was not particularly surprising to those who heard from other rooms, rather it prompted faster sex from another couple where she had been before

– I'm tired, let me down, come in the back."

She meant that he would fuck her in the vagina when she stood up, leaning forward, but the guy took this as an invitation to anal sex, which he tried to implement immediately

"It hurts, where are you going?"

"That way, you wanted to go in the back."

– I meant-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u

She was in pain, but she endured for the sake, for the sake of the process, for the sake of feeling something foreign inside.

With one hand, she began to massage her clit, and with the other, she began to take turns massaging her breasts, which, left without support, now made her sway like an autumn leaf.

– Fuck, fuck…

She could feel an orgasm approaching that she rarely experienced, and it was more like it now, because she was starting to feel the cramps in her calves and the warmth in her groin.

And so… A riot of feelings and emotions, and the wetness that had splashed out was now dripping down her thighs, mixing with the dried drops of cum from the other guy.

"Thank you, I'll put you on my phone as 'jet', I don't need your name."

– I will write you down as "slot number one", you come out on top in my personal rating, and someone lost the first place.

– Do I know her?"

"Yes, she's here

"Okay, I don't care.

He left without another word, and for the first time that evening, she felt like a weak woman who needed to be protected and loved, but he found this guy quite interesting.

She came out of the bathroom again, and when she didn't recognize even half of the other guests, she began to look at them, looking for him, who was still unfamiliar to her.

She spotted two guys and came over on her own.

"Good evening."

"Good, who are you?" the toughest one asked.

– Natasha. Nata.

"Nice name." My friend got divorced yesterday, can you take him in for a while?

"I thought it was a threesome."

"Fuck you, I'm not an animal.

"This is the first time I've seen people refuse to do this.

– You thought guys would do anything for a hole?" Although come on, I'll fuck you and go home, my wife is waiting there.

He took her to the balcony that was connected to the kitchen, because there were no other empty rooms. The couple who were sitting there was a waitress and a bartender from her job, who tried not to leave each other's side for the whole evening. Natasha didn't see them as she passed by without looking at their faces. And since the curtains were quite transparent, they had to see the whole scene from beginning to end.

As she walked back, straightening her pants, she recognized them.

– hello. How was your evening?" What do you miss? Not having fun?

– Yes, it's fine, I was going home.

Standing in the kitchen by the window, she pulled her pants down again, adjusted her underpants so that they wouldn't cut into her crotch and fit exactly at the waist, put them back on with a mute face and a look directed at the bartender with whom she had a relationship, or rather, fucked ten times in the service toilet and once in the warehouse, on the coffee bags.

She went back to the gym, where a friend of the one who had fucked and who had recently divorced was still waiting for her.

– Do not be sad, as long as the dick is standing.

"It's worth it.

"Split up?"

"Walking?"

"Got a whore, then. Things happen. Maybe we can go to my place, I'm fucked up here, just fucked up, in different ways. I'm cumming like a bitch. We'll get laid, and you'll go home in the morning.

They left without saying goodbye to anyone.

Natasha had rented an apartment when she was working as a prostitute, and now that her income had fallen, she needed someone to pay the rent first, along with a little money for food and clothing. She hadn't been able to find a rich guy right away, which she had hoped for when she started working as an escort, and now, realizing that it wouldn't work out quickly in other ways, she decided to wait and find a guy.

At first glance, she didn't even like the friend who fucked her on the balcony, but while they were driving in a taxi, she changed her mind about a lot of things and came to the conclusion that such a calm guy would probably suit her more than an impudent alpha male, with whom she simply couldn't cope.

She decided to take her time and spend the rest of the night in the company of a guy who could satisfy her while she took a nap, as she had done many times before.

In the morning, she woke up with a feeling that her crotch was splitting with pain, and it seemed to her that if she got up now, she would split in half herself, along the crotch, so much did her ass, vagina, and even her mouth hurt.

She remembered that she came back with a guy who didn't say anything all night, but fucked her in all the cracks, that even if she wanted to take a little nap at this time, out of habit during boring sex with small members, she couldn't sleep at night, because his penis was so big that she thought he'd put silicone in it, or maybe it was a prosthetic leg.

In the morning, she'd lost that theory, because while he'd been sleeping, his penis was now an average value, not much different from the others she'd seen enough of, but more experienced.

Returning from the shower, she noticed that the guy was awake.

– Natasha. Nata, Natalia, Natusik.

– Vlad. So we met. I'm a friend of Sasha's.

"Pretty boy?"

"Well, if you think so, yes. He got married recently, and his wife got knocked up. He didn't want to, he had to.

"Okay, so he's married now. Vlad, and stay with me, I really rent an apartment, we can pay together.

– Well, if… Well, I'm ready to pay the full price, I recently got a promotion at work, but when I got home, my wife threw a tantrum, said that I hung out with whores, that's one thing, another, it came to divorce, although they haven't filed for divorce yet, that's all, I'm also proud.

"All right, Vlad. Here are the spare keys, I gave them to my mother before, keep them for yourself. I have to go to work for lunch, and you have to work today?

"Yes, by ten."

– There is still time, now I will cook porridge. Will you?

"I will."

He stood up, and his cock, which had long since taken the form of an attacker after he removed the blanket, appeared especially large in front of her.

– Nice cock. You're a great fuck, I like you.

– You're the beautiful one, you're the arousing one.

She was a little late for work, but since it was customary to arrive half an hour before taking a shift, everything went well.

– How did you get home?" The bartender asked her.

"It's fine, aren't you?"

"Okay, let's go through the park, I fucked her there —" he decided to open up to her, and rather, it was an attempt to make himself look like a male after she adjusted her underpants in the kitchen yesterday, dropping her pants.