You - for me, I - for you. Story, part 1.

[Rainmaker]

Victor stood on the balcony and smoked. He looked at the morning, spring city. There were almost no people, except for the inevitable dog walkers. Alice, not at all ashamed of her nakedness, stood nearby, showing her magnificent breasts to possible spectators.

“Give me some whiskey,” Victor asked. Alice looked up from what she was doing, namely, pawing Victor’s buttocks, and fulfilled his request. He took the glass from her hands and drank.
Alice sat cross-legged, stroked Victor’s bottom and took a sip of wine. She hiccupped drunkenly.

-You have a beautiful butt! – She shared her observation. Victor grinned.

- Your ass is beautiful too. I would eat it like that.

Victor turned to her. His words were pure truth. At his feet sat a naked, drunk, curvaceous red-haired beauty, smiling slyly. She played with her glass of wine and ran her hand over Victor’s scrotum. Victor’s member, which was in “semi-combat” readiness, straightened out completely.

Alice clapped her hands and hugged him with her lips. Victor moaned with pleasure. Alice swallowed the dick to the very base. She choked a little, but controlled herself and returned to the head. After repeating this “procedure” several times, she pulled away. A thread of saliva, flashing in the rays of the dawn sun, stretched from the dick to the lips. She took a sip of wine.

- The pussy is also beautiful. My husband has more, but yours is more beautiful and you don’t cum in two minutes. And he basically doesn’t lick.

- Doesn’t he lick? – Alice shook her head.

- Generally!

- This is not the point! – Victor shook his head, gave his hand to Alice and lifted her to her feet. He turned her around, tilted her slightly so that she could lean on the balcony railing. Victor knelt down and spread Alice’s round buttocks. His eyes were revealed to a neat anus and curly red pubic hair.

- Sorry, I’m not shaved there...

- Nonsense. It’s much sexier this way. It was like being in retro porn. – Victor made himself more comfortable and enthusiastically began to lick Alice’s bushes. She began to squeal with pleasure. She bent her knees to move her pelvis closer to Victor’s face and began to caress his nipples.

Her pussy juices flowed down Victor’s inner thighs and face. Wet pubic hair curled into damp ringlets.
Victor, meanwhile, moved towards her anus. Tight and pink. “Apparently her husband didn’t penetrate there with his big dick. Also probably out of principle. Boring guy."
When Alice felt the tongue in her ass, she felt as if she had been electrocuted.
-Oh, fuck! This is awesome! – Victor, without removing his tongue from her anus, grinned. He connected his hands - he inserted two fingers of his left into the vagina, and with the other he began to gently massage the clitoris. Alice moaned.
Victor’s fingers met almost no resistance when entering, Alice was so wet.

- I’ve never done this before... mmmmm, bitch... so good... - Alice whined. Her legs were giving way. Victor pulled her towards him and sat her on his penis. They both moaned with pleasure. Alice vigorously fidgeted on Victor’s dick, and he, in turn, began to grab her nipples, caressing, pinching and pulling. Alice screamed out loud with pleasure.
Victor couldn’t continue like this for long and gently whispered in Alice’s ear:

- Sit on my face. Immediately.

- On the face?..Ok... - surprise and excitement were heard in her voice at the same time. Alice stood up and her wet, hairy slit was right in front of Victor’s face. He lay down on his back.

- Right? – Alice awkwardly squatted over Victor’s face. Instead of answering, he took her by the buttocks and began to lick her hairy pussy and tight anus. Alice caressed her tits with one hand and rubbed her clitoris with the other. Having gained a taste and feeling the balance, thanks to Victor’s support, she began to move her pelvis over his face, controlling the process. Victor obediently licked whatever came to his tongue. The pace quickened, Alice was losing control of the dicebells.

- Fuckaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad, like a pussy... aaaahhhh....

A long spasm passed through Alice’s body and she sank onto Victor, falling on his stomach, face next to his erect penis. Alice was periodically shaken, and Victor enjoyed contemplating her crotch, wet from lubricant and his saliva, and affectionately stroking her buttocks. He felt her wetness on his chest.
Alice was raised well and she always returned kindness for kindness, fortunately it was not far to crawl. She began to suck at a fast pace, but gradually it began to slow down. Finally, she simply pulled the dick out of her mouth, turned to face Victor, and rode him like a horse.

- Is something wrong? – Victor asked. Alice ran her finger over his wet chest.

- But you licked my ass... It was very nice. Would you like it yourself?

-Stupid question. Certainly. There is an opinion that for men it is many times more pleasant than for women. It’s just that not everyone admits it.

- Do you want me to lick you? I’ll just warn you right away - I’ve never done this...

-Yes, for sure! Do not be shy. This is the main rule. You suck great, but this is more difficult. I believe in you! – Alice smiled and got up from Victor. She took the bottle of wine and took a sip straight from the bottle. Victor stood up, took a glass of whiskey, lit a cigarette, leaned his elbows on the railing and lightly pooped his ass.

- Just like that? – Alice asked in bewilderment.

- Well, yes. Don’t be embarrassed. – Alice knelt down, spread Victor’s buttocks and looked at his anus with curiosity. It was the first time she had seen him so close. Surprisingly, the thought of sticking her tongue in there seemed very exciting to her. To begin with, she simply licked him like a cat. Then, she tried to penetrate her tongue as deeply as possible. She tickled her tongue in a circle. Focusing on Victor’s moans, she looked for the most effective techniques.

-Are you sure you’ve never done this? You lick like you’ve been doing this your whole life! – Alice slapped him on the ass.

- Damn, I’m already shy, stop it!

- As you say. The main thing is don’t stop. – Alice obediently returned to her work. Meanwhile, there were more and more people on the street. Victor found special pleasure in the fact that if one of the passers-by raised his head to the height of the third floor, he would only see a man naked to the waist with a cigarette and whiskey. Perhaps with an overly pleased face, but isn’t whiskey and a cigarette on a Sunday morning a sufficient reason for happiness?

Alice, meanwhile, got a taste for it. It never occurred to her that it was possible to get such a thrill from such a “dirty” process. She suggested this, in accordance with the principle of “debt meets payment,” but now...

...Viktor finished smoking, put out the cigarette and turned to Alice. He laid her down on the floor and squatted over her face. She already knew what to do – she thrust her tongue into Victor’s wet anus, and with her hands grabbed his balls and penis, which she began to furiously jerk off... Victor did not regret that he did not cum before. A powerful stream of sperm flew into the air and spilled in an arc onto Alice’s hairy pubis. Victor growled and fell to the floor. Alice laughed and began to smear sperm all over herself...

[Bully Carrie]

Mmmm.....great story! Men here so rarely please with good texts! And here - it’s readable, and exciting, and in general...except for one small moment - well, exactly everything, just the way I like it! Author, write more)))))

[Hair shirt]

Mmmm.....great story! Men here so rarely please with good texts! And here - it’s readable, and exciting, and in general...except for one small moment - well, exactly everything, just the way I like it! Author, write more)))))

Any texts can be compared to music and one or another cooked dish. In music, any wrong note is immediately heard and hits the ears, two wrong notes in a row is already too much, three is already something completely unacceptable.
The same thing with a cooked dish, too much salt - and it’s impossible to eat. It’s a little burnt and that burnt taste ruins everything. A little too little and the dish is raw. Overexposed - everything turned into mush.
That is, it is very important to keep a balance when it comes to dishes, and it is very important not to be out of tune and hit the notes.

Everything is the same with texts. It is very important to use any epithets that are appropriate at the moment. It is difficult, for example, to imagine that the janitor Uncle Vasya would suddenly speak in the style in which Lomonosov wrote his odes. It is also very important not to go too far with pathos.
And the main problem of certain people who undertake to write texts is that they lack a sense of proportion. Well, as if you suddenly stopped feeling taste. And they couldn’t feel the taste of this or that dish. For example, you no longer feel that the dish is too salty. Or that for some reason there is vanilla in raspberry jam. And you, for example, feel it - and ask yourself - what the fuck!?
And someone doesn’t feel this vanilla in raspberry jam and says - no, everything seems fine.

"Focusing on Victor’s groans, she looked for the most effective techniques."
What is this anyway!? Where did this come from? From some kind of instruction for a table lamp or a computer mouse?
What kind of bullshit is this? Well, how can you put the word Orientation, Victor’s Moans and Effective Techniques in the same row?

And here’s another pearl...
"A powerful jet of sperm soared into the air and arc spilled onto Alisa’s hairy pubis. Victor growled and fell to the floor."
And one more thing...
I was once told by one person who deals with texts professionally that the more direct speech there is in the text, the better it is. mediocre at the exit.

[Rainmaker]

Mmmm.....great story! Men here so rarely please with good texts! And here - it’s readable, and exciting, and in general...except for one small moment - well, exactly everything, just the way I like it! Author, write more)))))

Any texts can be compared to music and one or another cooked dish. In music, any wrong note is immediately heard and hits the ears, two wrong notes in a row is already too much, three is already something completely unacceptable.
The same thing with a cooked dish, too much salt - and it’s impossible to eat. It’s a little burnt and that burnt taste ruins everything. A little too little and the dish is raw. Overexposed - everything turned into mush.
That is, it is very important to keep a balance when it comes to dishes, and it is very important not to be out of tune and hit the notes.

Everything is the same with texts. It is very important to use any epithets that are appropriate at the moment. It is difficult, for example, to imagine that the janitor Uncle Vasya would suddenly speak in the style in which Lomonosov wrote his odes. It is also very important not to go too far with pathos.
And the main problem of certain people who undertake to write texts is that they lack a sense of proportion. Well, as if you suddenly stopped feeling taste. And they couldn’t feel the taste of this or that dish. For example, you no longer feel that the dish is too salty. Or that for some reason there is vanilla in raspberry jam. And you, for example, feel it - and ask yourself - what the fuck!?
And someone doesn’t feel this vanilla in raspberry jam and says - no, everything seems fine.

"Focusing on Victor’s groans, she looked for the most effective techniques."
What is this anyway!? Where did this come from? From some kind of instruction for a table lamp or a computer mouse?
What kind of bullshit is this? Well, how can you put the word Orientation, Victor’s Moans and Effective Techniques in the same row?

And here’s another pearl...
"A powerful jet of sperm soared into the air and the arc spilled onto Alisa’s hairy pubis. Victor growled and fell to the floor."
And one more thing...
I was once told by one person who deals with texts professionally that the more direct speech there is in a text, the more mediocre the output is.

Sorry that I offended your delicate taste. I hope your monocle didn’t break like hell on the marble floor of the Vienna Opera while you were reading.

[Fargal94]

I liked it and got excited). Thanks

[Bully Carrie]

I was once told by one person who deals with texts professionally that the more direct speech there is in a text, the more mediocre the output is.

Nonsense.

[Go ahead]

And here’s another gem...

It’s interesting, of course, to see criticism of something from a person who defends pedophiles in the next thread.
Here, it would seem, we need to be tolerant and accept all the wildest shit in the world, but no, we find fault and express our absolutely unsolicited opinion, either about a person’s life, about which we don’t understand a damn thing, or about someone else’s epithets and speech patterns in a rude form.
We are not on a literary forum. And reading this story is at least more pleasant than more than half of the wildest crap that is sometimes written here. And if you don’t like something, you can politely advise me to correct something in a personal message, or go to hell with some literary forum, where aspiring writers themselves ask to proofread and criticize their work.

[The exaggeration]

Beautifully written and very stimulating. I liked it)

[Sibiryak89]

Thank you, I liked it

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Thank you, I liked it

[Evgenii7519]

Mmmm.....great story! Men here so rarely please with good texts! And here - it’s readable, and exciting, and in general...except for one small moment - well, exactly everything, just the way I like it! Author, write more)))))

Any texts can be compared to music and one or another cooked dish. In music, any wrong note is immediately heard and hits the ears, two wrong notes in a row is already too much, three is already something completely unacceptable.
The same thing with a cooked dish, too much salt - and it’s impossible to eat. It’s a little burnt and that burnt taste ruins everything. A little too little and the dish is raw. Overexposed - everything turned into mush.
That is, it is very important to keep a balance when it comes to dishes, and it is very important not to be out of tune and hit the notes.

Everything is the same with texts. It is very important to use any epithets that are appropriate at the moment. It is difficult, for example, to imagine that the janitor Uncle Vasya would suddenly speak in the style in which Lomonosov wrote his odes. It is also very important not to go too far with pathos.
And the main problem of certain people who undertake to write texts is that they lack a sense of proportion. Well, as if you suddenly stopped feeling taste. And they couldn’t feel the taste of this or that dish. For example, you no longer feel that the dish is too salty. Or that for some reason there is vanilla in raspberry jam. And you, for example, feel it - and ask yourself - what the fuck!?
And someone doesn’t feel this vanilla in raspberry jam and says - no, everything seems fine.

"Focusing on Victor’s groans, she looked for the most effective techniques."
What is this anyway!? Where did this come from? From some kind of instruction for a table lamp or a computer mouse?
What kind of bullshit is this? Well, how can you put the word Orientation, Victor’s Moans and Effective Techniques in the same row?

And here’s another pearl...
"A powerful jet of sperm soared into the air and arc spilled onto Alisa’s hairy pubis. Victor growled and fell to the floor."
And one more thing...
I was once told by one person who deals with texts professionally that the more direct speech there is in the text, the better it is. mediocre at the end.

Sorry for offending your delicate taste. I hope your monocle didn’t fucking break on the marble floor of the Vienna Opera while you were reading.

Don’t be funny, but listen to what people say... maybe smaller than this hat will be written

Sent after 1 minute 9 seconds:

Victor stood on the balcony and smoked. He looked at the morning, spring city. There were almost no people, except for the inevitable dog walkers. Alice, not at all ashamed of her nakedness, stood nearby, showing her magnificent breasts to possible spectators.

“Give me some whiskey,” Victor asked. Alice looked up from what she was doing, namely, pawing Victor’s buttocks, and fulfilled his request. He took the glass from her hands and drank.
Alice sat cross-legged, stroked Victor’s bottom and took a sip of wine. She hiccupped drunkenly.

-You have a beautiful butt! – She shared her observation. Victor grinned.

- Your ass is beautiful too. I would eat it like that.

Victor turned to her. His words were pure truth. At his feet sat a naked, drunk, curvaceous red-haired beauty, smiling slyly. She played with her glass of wine and ran her hand over Victor’s scrotum. Victor’s member, which was in “semi-combat” readiness, straightened out completely.

Alice clapped her hands and hugged him with her lips. Victor moaned with pleasure. Alice swallowed the dick to the very base. She choked a little, but controlled herself and returned to the head. After repeating this “procedure” several times, she pulled away. A thread of saliva, flashing in the rays of the dawn sun, stretched from the dick to the lips. She took a sip of wine.

- The pussy is also beautiful. My husband has more, but yours is more beautiful and you don’t cum in two minutes. And he basically doesn’t lick.

- Doesn’t he lick? – Alice shook her head.

- Generally!

- This is not the point! – Victor shook his head, gave his hand to Alice and lifted her to her feet. He turned her around, tilted her slightly so that she could lean on the balcony railing. Victor knelt down and spread Alice’s round buttocks. His eyes were revealed to a neat anus and curly red pubic hair.

- Sorry, I’m not shaved there...

- Nonsense. It’s much sexier this way. It was like being in retro porn. – Victor made himself more comfortable and enthusiastically began to lick Alice’s bushes. She began to squeal with pleasure. She bent her knees to move her pelvis closer to Victor’s face and began to caress his nipples.

Her pussy juices flowed down Victor’s inner thighs and face. Wet pubic hair curled into damp ringlets.
Victor, meanwhile, moved towards her anus. Tight and pink. “Apparently her husband didn’t penetrate there with his big dick. Also probably out of principle. Boring guy."
When Alice felt the tongue in her ass, she felt as if she had been electrocuted.
-Oh, fuck! This is awesome! – Victor, without removing his tongue from her anus, grinned. He connected his hands - he inserted two fingers of his left into the vagina, and with the other he began to gently massage the clitoris. Alice moaned.
Victor’s fingers met almost no resistance when entering, Alice was so wet.

- I’ve never done this before... mmmmm, bitch... so good... - Alice whined. Her legs were giving way. Victor pulled her towards him and sat her on his penis. They both moaned with pleasure. Alice vigorously fidgeted on Victor’s dick, and he, in turn, began to grab her nipples, caressing, pinching and pulling. Alice screamed out loud with pleasure.
Victor couldn’t continue like this for long and gently whispered in Alice’s ear:

- Sit on my face. Immediately.

- On the face?..Ok... - surprise and excitement were heard in her voice at the same time. Alice stood up and her wet, hairy slit was right in front of Victor’s face. He lay down on his back.

- Right? – Alice awkwardly squatted over Victor’s face. Instead of answering, he took her by the buttocks and began to lick her hairy pussy and tight anus. Alice caressed her tits with one hand and rubbed her clitoris with the other. Having gained a taste and feeling the balance, thanks to Victor’s support, she began to move her pelvis over his face, controlling the process. Victor obediently licked whatever came to his tongue. The pace quickened, Alice was losing control of the dicebells.

- Fuckaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad, like a pussy... aaaahhhh....

A long spasm passed through Alice’s body and she sank onto Victor, falling on his stomach, face next to his erect penis. Alice was periodically shaken, and Victor enjoyed contemplating her crotch, wet from lubricant and his saliva, and affectionately stroking her buttocks. He felt her wetness on his chest.
Alice was raised well and she always returned kindness for kindness, fortunately it was not far to crawl. She began to suck at a fast pace, but gradually it began to slow down. Finally, she simply pulled the dick out of her mouth, turned to face Victor, and rode him like a horse.

- Is something wrong? – Victor asked. Alice ran her finger over his wet chest.

- But you licked my ass... It was very nice. Would you like it yourself?

-Stupid question. Certainly. There is an opinion that for men it is many times more pleasant than for women. It’s just that not everyone admits it.

- Do you want me to lick you? I’ll just warn you right away - I’ve never done this...

-Yes, for sure! Do not be shy. This is the main rule. You suck great, but this is more difficult. I believe in you! – Alice smiled and got up from Victor. She took the bottle of wine and took a sip straight from the bottle. Victor stood up, took a glass of whiskey, lit a cigarette, leaned his elbows on the railing and lightly pooped his ass.

- Just like that? – Alice asked in bewilderment.

- Well, yes. Don’t be embarrassed. – Alice knelt down, spread Victor’s buttocks and looked at his anus with curiosity. It was the first time she had seen him so close. Surprisingly, the thought of sticking her tongue in there seemed very exciting to her. To begin with, she simply licked him like a cat. Then, she tried to penetrate her tongue as deeply as possible. She tickled her tongue in a circle. Focusing on Victor’s moans, she looked for the most effective techniques.

-Are you sure you’ve never done this? You lick like you’ve been doing this your whole life! – Alice slapped him on the ass.

- Damn, I’m already shy, stop it!

- As you say. The main thing is don’t stop. – Alice obediently returned to her work. Meanwhile, there were more and more people on the street. Victor found special pleasure in the fact that if one of the passers-by raised his head to the height of the third floor, he would only see a man naked to the waist with a cigarette and whiskey. Perhaps with an overly pleased face, but isn’t whiskey and a cigarette on a Sunday morning a sufficient reason for happiness?

Alice, meanwhile, got a taste for it. It never occurred to her that it was possible to get such a thrill from such a “dirty” process. She suggested this, in accordance with the principle of “debt meets payment,” but now...

...Viktor finished smoking, put out the cigarette and turned to Alice. He laid her down on the floor and squatted over her face. She already knew what to do – she thrust her tongue into Victor’s wet anus, and with her hands grabbed his balls and penis, which she began to furiously jerk off... Victor did not regret that he did not cum before. A powerful stream of sperm flew into the air and spilled in an arc onto Alice’s hairy pubis. Victor growled and fell to the floor. Alice laughed and started smearing sperm all over herself...

Crap...

[Venus]

Mmmm.....great story! Men here so rarely please with good texts! And here - it’s readable, and exciting, and in general...except for one small moment - well, exactly everything, just the way I like it! Author, write more)))))

Any texts can be compared to music and one or another cooked dish. In music, any wrong note is immediately heard and hits the ears, two wrong notes in a row is already too much, three is already something completely unacceptable.
The same thing with a cooked dish, too much salt - and it’s impossible to eat. It’s a little burnt and that burnt taste ruins everything. A little too little and the dish is raw. Overexposed - everything turned into mush.
That is, it is very important to keep a balance when it comes to dishes, and it is very important not to be out of tune and hit the notes.

Everything is the same with texts. It is very important to use any epithets that are appropriate at the moment. It is difficult, for example, to imagine that the janitor Uncle Vasya would suddenly speak in the style in which Lomonosov wrote his odes. It is also very important not to go too far with pathos.
And the main problem of certain people who undertake to write texts is that they lack a sense of proportion. Well, as if you suddenly stopped feeling taste. And they couldn’t feel the taste of this or that dish. For example, you no longer feel that the dish is too salty. Or that for some reason there is vanilla in raspberry jam. And you, for example, feel it - and ask yourself - what the fuck!?
And someone doesn’t feel this vanilla in raspberry jam and says - no, everything seems fine.

"Focusing on Victor’s groans, she looked for the most effective techniques."
What is this anyway!? Where did this come from? From some kind of instruction for a table lamp or a computer mouse?
What kind of bullshit is this? Well, how can you put the word Orientation, Victor’s Moans and Effective Techniques in the same row?

And here’s another pearl...
"A powerful jet of sperm soared into the air and the arc spilled onto Alisa’s hairy pubis. Victor growled and fell to the floor."
And one more thing...
I was once told by one person who deals with texts professionally that the more direct speech there is in a text, the more mediocre the output is.

))) They say that anyone can offend an artist, let alone teach a graphomaniac, but in this case I agree with you 100%. I can’t say anything good about the author, as a person, as a person. He’s a vile guy. He’s been in my emergency for a long time and the story is really crap. He writes in a stereotyped and crooked way, but if you could see what he’s like. posts pictures, we would understand that the person has no taste at all
And, despite this, he writes, he tries, so be lenient with him next time)))

[Rainmaker]

Any texts can be compared to music and one or another cooked dish. In music, any wrong note is immediately heard and hits the ears, two wrong notes in a row is already too much, three is already something completely unacceptable.
The same thing with a cooked dish, too much salt - and it’s impossible to eat. It’s a little burnt and that burnt taste ruins everything. A little too little and the dish is raw. Overexposed - everything turned into mush.
That is, it is very important to keep a balance when it comes to dishes, and it is very important not to be out of tune and hit the notes.

Everything is the same with texts. It is very important to use any epithets that are appropriate at the moment. It is difficult, for example, to imagine that the janitor Uncle Vasya would suddenly speak in the style in which Lomonosov wrote his odes. It is also very important not to go too far with pathos.
And the main problem of certain people who undertake to write texts is that they lack a sense of proportion. Well, as if you suddenly stopped feeling taste. And they couldn’t feel the taste of this or that dish. For example, you no longer feel that the dish is too salty. Or that for some reason there is vanilla in raspberry jam. And you, for example, feel it - and ask yourself - what the fuck!?
And someone doesn’t feel this vanilla in raspberry jam and says - no, everything seems fine.

"Focusing on Victor’s groans, she looked for the most effective techniques."
What is this anyway!? Where did this come from? From some kind of instruction for a table lamp or a computer mouse?
What kind of bullshit is this? Well, how can you put the word Orientation, Victor’s Moans and Effective Techniques in the same row?

And here’s another pearl...
"A powerful jet of sperm soared into the air and the arc spilled onto Alisa’s hairy pubis. Victor growled and fell to the floor."
And one more thing...
I was once told by one person who deals with texts professionally that the more direct speech there is in a text, the more mediocre the output is.

Sorry that I offended your delicate taste. I hope your monocle didn’t break like hell on the marble floor of the Vienna Opera while you were reading.

Don’t be sarcastic, but listen to what people say... maybe less of such a hat will be written

Sent after 1 minute 9 seconds:

Victor stood on the balcony and smoked. He looked at the morning, spring city, with the exception of almost no people. the inevitable dog lovers, Alice, not at all ashamed of her nakedness, stood nearby, showing her magnificent breasts to possible spectators.

“Give me some whiskey,” Victor asked. Alice looked up from what she was doing, namely, pawing Victor’s buttocks, and fulfilled his request. He took the glass from her hands and drank.
Alice sat cross-legged, stroked Victor’s bottom and took a sip of wine. She hiccupped drunkenly.

-You have a beautiful butt! – She shared her observation. Victor grinned.

- Your ass is beautiful too. I would eat it like that.

Victor turned to her. His words were pure truth. At his feet sat a naked, drunk, curvaceous red-haired beauty, smiling slyly. She played with her glass of wine and ran her hand over Victor’s scrotum. Victor’s member, which was in “semi-combat” readiness, straightened out completely.

Alice clapped her hands and hugged him with her lips. Victor moaned with pleasure. Alice swallowed the dick to the very base. She choked a little, but controlled herself and returned to the head. After repeating this “procedure” several times, she pulled away. A thread of saliva, flashing in the rays of the dawn sun, stretched from the dick to the lips. She took a sip of wine.

- The pussy is also beautiful. My husband has more, but yours is more beautiful and you don’t cum in two minutes. And he basically doesn’t lick.

- Doesn’t he lick? – Alice shook her head.

- Generally!

- This is not the point! – Victor shook his head, gave his hand to Alice and lifted her to her feet. He turned her around, tilted her slightly so that she could lean on the balcony railing. Victor knelt down and spread Alice’s round buttocks. His eyes were revealed to a neat anus and curly red pubic hair.

- Sorry, I’m not shaved there...

- Nonsense. It’s much sexier this way. It was like being in retro porn. – Victor made himself more comfortable and enthusiastically began to lick Alice’s bushes. She began to squeal with pleasure. She bent her knees to move her pelvis closer to Victor’s face and began to caress his nipples.

Her pussy juices flowed down Victor’s inner thighs and face. Wet pubic hair curled into damp ringlets.
Victor, meanwhile, moved towards her anus. Tight and pink. “Apparently her husband didn’t penetrate there with his big dick. Also probably out of principle. Boring guy."
When Alice felt the tongue in her ass, she felt as if she had been electrocuted.
-Oh, fuck! This is awesome! – Victor, without removing his tongue from her anus, grinned. He connected his hands - he inserted two fingers of his left into the vagina, and with the other he began to gently massage the clitoris. Alice moaned.
Victor’s fingers met almost no resistance when entering, Alice was so wet.

- I’ve never done this before... mmmmm, bitch... so good... - Alice whined. Her legs were giving way. Victor pulled her towards him and sat her on his penis. They both moaned with pleasure. Alice vigorously fidgeted on Victor’s dick, and he, in turn, began to grab her nipples, caressing, pinching and pulling. Alice screamed out loud with pleasure.
Victor couldn’t continue like this for long and gently whispered in Alice’s ear:

- Sit on my face. Immediately.

- On the face?..Ok... - surprise and excitement were heard in her voice at the same time. Alice stood up and her wet, hairy slit was right in front of Victor’s face. He lay down on his back.

- Right? – Alice awkwardly squatted over Victor’s face. Instead of answering, he took her by the buttocks and began to lick her hairy pussy and tight anus. Alice caressed her tits with one hand and rubbed her clitoris with the other. Having gained a taste and feeling the balance, thanks to Victor’s support, she began to move her pelvis over his face, controlling the process. Victor obediently licked whatever came to his tongue. The pace quickened, Alice was losing control of the dicebells.

- Fuckaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad, like a pussy... aaaahhhh....

A long spasm passed through Alice’s body and she sank onto Victor, falling on his stomach, face next to his erect penis. Alice was periodically shaken, and Victor enjoyed contemplating her crotch, wet from lubricant and his saliva, and affectionately stroking her buttocks. He felt her wetness on his chest.
Alice was raised well and she always returned kindness for kindness, fortunately it was not far to crawl. She began to suck at a fast pace, but gradually it began to slow down. Finally, she simply pulled the dick out of her mouth, turned to face Victor, and rode him like a horse.

- Is something wrong? – Victor asked. Alice ran her finger over his wet chest.

- But you licked my ass... It was very nice. Would you like it yourself?

-Stupid question. Certainly. There is an opinion that for men it is many times more pleasant than for women. It’s just that not everyone admits it.

- Do you want me to lick you? I’ll just warn you right away - I’ve never done this...

-Yes, for sure! Do not be shy. This is the main rule. You suck great, but this is more difficult. I believe in you! – Alice smiled and got up from Victor. She took the bottle of wine and took a sip straight from the bottle. Victor stood up, took a glass of whiskey, lit a cigarette, leaned his elbows on the railing and lightly pooped his ass.

- Just like that? – Alice asked in bewilderment.

- Well, yes. Don’t be embarrassed. – Alice knelt down, spread Victor’s buttocks and looked at his anus with curiosity. It was the first time she had seen him so close. Surprisingly, the thought of sticking her tongue in there seemed very exciting to her. To begin with, she simply licked him like a cat. Then, she tried to penetrate her tongue as deeply as possible. She tickled her tongue in a circle. Focusing on Victor’s moans, she looked for the most effective techniques.

-Are you sure you’ve never done this? You lick like you’ve been doing this your whole life! – Alice slapped him on the ass.

- Damn, I’m already shy, stop it!

- As you say. The main thing is don’t stop. – Alice obediently returned to her work. Meanwhile, there were more and more people on the street. Victor found special pleasure in the fact that if one of the passers-by raised his head to the height of the third floor, he would only see a man naked to the waist with a cigarette and whiskey. Perhaps with an overly pleased face, but isn’t whiskey and a cigarette on a Sunday morning a sufficient reason for happiness?

Alice, meanwhile, got a taste for it. It never occurred to her that it was possible to get such a thrill from such a “dirty” process. She suggested this, in accordance with the principle of “debt meets payment,” but now...

...Viktor finished smoking, put out the cigarette and turned to Alice. He laid her down on the floor and squatted over her face. She already knew what to do – she thrust her tongue into Victor’s wet anus, and with her hands grabbed his balls and penis, which she began to furiously jerk off... Victor did not regret that he did not cum before. A powerful stream of sperm flew into the air and spilled in an arc onto Alice’s hairy pubis. Victor growled and fell to the floor. Alice laughed and started smearing sperm all over herself...

Crap...

Any texts can be compared to music and one or another cooked dish. In music, any wrong note is immediately heard and hits the ears, two wrong notes in a row is already too much, three is already something completely unacceptable.
The same thing with a cooked dish, too much salt - and it’s impossible to eat. It’s a little burnt and that burnt taste ruins everything. A little too little and the dish is raw. Overexposed - everything turned into mush.
That is, it is very important to keep a balance when it comes to dishes, and it is very important not to be out of tune and hit the notes.

Everything is the same with texts. It is very important to use any epithets that are appropriate at the moment. It is difficult, for example, to imagine that the janitor Uncle Vasya would suddenly speak in the style in which Lomonosov wrote his odes. It is also very important not to go too far with pathos.
And the main problem of certain people who undertake to write texts is that they lack a sense of proportion. Well, as if you suddenly stopped feeling taste. And they couldn’t feel the taste of this or that dish. For example, you no longer feel that the dish is too salty. Or that for some reason there is vanilla in raspberry jam. And you, for example, feel it - and ask yourself - what the fuck!?
And someone doesn’t feel this vanilla in raspberry jam and says - no, everything seems fine.

"Focusing on Victor’s groans, she looked for the most effective techniques."
What is this anyway!? Where did this come from? From some kind of instruction for a table lamp or a computer mouse?
What kind of bullshit is this? Well, how can you put the word Orientation, Victor’s Moans and Effective Techniques in the same row?

And here’s another pearl...
"A powerful jet of sperm soared into the air and arc spilled onto Alisa’s hairy pubis. Victor growled and fell to the floor."
And one more thing...
I was once told by one person who deals with texts professionally that the more direct speech there is in the text, the better it is. mediocre at the end.

Sorry for offending your delicate taste. I hope your monocle didn’t fucking break on the marble floor of the Vienna Opera while you were reading.

Don’t be funny, but listen to what people say... maybe smaller than this hat will be written

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Victor stood on the balcony and smoked. He looked at the morning, spring city. There were almost no people, except for the inevitable dog walkers. Alice, not at all ashamed of her nakedness, stood nearby, showing her magnificent breasts to possible spectators.

“Give me some whiskey,” Victor asked. Alice looked up from what she was doing, namely, pawing Victor’s buttocks, and fulfilled his request. He took the glass from her hands and drank.
Alice sat cross-legged, stroked Victor’s bottom and took a sip of wine. She hiccupped drunkenly.

-You have a beautiful butt! – She shared her observation. Victor grinned.

- Your ass is beautiful too. I would eat it like that.

Victor turned to her. His words were pure truth. At his feet sat a naked, drunk, curvaceous red-haired beauty, smiling slyly. She played with her glass of wine and ran her hand over Victor’s scrotum. Victor’s member, which was in “semi-combat” readiness, straightened out completely.

Alice clapped her hands and hugged him with her lips. Victor moaned with pleasure. Alice swallowed the dick to the very base. She choked a little, but controlled herself and returned to the head. After repeating this “procedure” several times, she pulled away. A thread of saliva, flashing in the rays of the dawn sun, stretched from the dick to the lips. She took a sip of wine.

- The pussy is also beautiful. My husband has more, but yours is more beautiful and you don’t cum in two minutes. And he basically doesn’t lick.

- Doesn’t he lick? – Alice shook her head.

- Generally!

- This is not the point! – Victor shook his head, gave his hand to Alice and lifted her to her feet. He turned her around, tilted her slightly so that she could lean on the balcony railing. Victor knelt down and spread Alice’s round buttocks. His eyes were revealed to a neat anus and curly red pubic hair.

- Sorry, I’m not shaved there...

- Nonsense. It’s much sexier this way. It was like being in retro porn. – Victor made himself more comfortable and enthusiastically began to lick Alice’s bushes. She began to squeal with pleasure. She bent her knees to move her pelvis closer to Victor’s face and began to caress his nipples.

Her pussy juices flowed down Victor’s inner thighs and face. Wet pubic hair curled into damp ringlets.
Victor, meanwhile, moved towards her anus. Tight and pink. “Apparently her husband didn’t penetrate there with his big dick. Also probably out of principle. Boring guy."
When Alice felt the tongue in her ass, she felt as if she had been electrocuted.
-Oh, fuck! This is awesome! – Victor, without removing his tongue from her anus, grinned. He connected his hands - he inserted two fingers of his left into the vagina, and with the other he began to gently massage the clitoris. Alice moaned.
Victor’s fingers met almost no resistance when entering, Alice was so wet.

- I’ve never done this before... mmmmm, bitch... so good... - Alice whined. Her legs were giving way. Victor pulled her towards him and sat her on his penis. They both moaned with pleasure. Alice vigorously fidgeted on Victor’s dick, and he, in turn, began to grab her nipples, caressing, pinching and pulling. Alice screamed out loud with pleasure.
Victor couldn’t continue like this for long and gently whispered in Alice’s ear:

- Sit on my face. Immediately.

- On the face?..Ok... - surprise and excitement were heard in her voice at the same time. Alice stood up and her wet, hairy slit was right in front of Victor’s face. He lay down on his back.

- Right? – Alice awkwardly squatted over Victor’s face. Instead of answering, he took her by the buttocks and began to lick her hairy pussy and tight anus. Alice caressed her tits with one hand and rubbed her clitoris with the other. Having gained a taste and feeling the balance, thanks to Victor’s support, she began to move her pelvis over his face, controlling the process. Victor obediently licked whatever came to his tongue. The pace quickened, Alice was losing control of the dicebells.

- Fuckaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad, like a pussy... aaaahhhh....

A long spasm passed through Alice’s body and she sank onto Victor, falling on his stomach, face next to his erect penis. Alice was periodically shaken, and Victor enjoyed contemplating her crotch, wet from lubricant and his saliva, and affectionately stroking her buttocks. He felt her wetness on his chest.
Alice was raised well and she always returned kindness for kindness, fortunately it was not far to crawl. She began to suck at a fast pace, but gradually it began to slow down. Finally, she simply pulled the dick out of her mouth, turned to face Victor, and rode him like a horse.

- Is something wrong? – Victor asked. Alice ran her finger over his wet chest.

- But you licked my ass... It was very nice. Would you like it yourself?

-Stupid question. Certainly. There is an opinion that for men it is many times more pleasant than for women. It’s just that not everyone admits it.

- Do you want me to lick you? I’ll just warn you right away - I’ve never done this...

-Yes, for sure! Do not be shy. This is the main rule. You suck great, but this is more difficult. I believe in you! – Alice smiled and got up from Victor. She took the bottle of wine and took a sip straight from the bottle. Victor stood up, took a glass of whiskey, lit a cigarette, leaned his elbows on the railing and lightly pooped his ass.

- Just like that? – Alice asked in bewilderment.

- Well, yes. Don’t be embarrassed. – Alice knelt down, spread Victor’s buttocks and looked at his anus with curiosity. It was the first time she had seen him so close. Surprisingly, the thought of sticking her tongue in there seemed very exciting to her. To begin with, she simply licked him like a cat. Then, she tried to penetrate her tongue as deeply as possible. She tickled her tongue in a circle. Focusing on Victor’s moans, she looked for the most effective techniques.

-Are you sure you’ve never done this? You lick like you’ve been doing this your whole life! – Alice slapped him on the ass.

- Damn, I’m already shy, stop it!

- As you say. The main thing is don’t stop. – Alice obediently returned to her work. Meanwhile, there were more and more people on the street. Victor found special pleasure in the fact that if one of the passers-by raised his head to the height of the third floor, he would only see a man naked to the waist with a cigarette and whiskey. Perhaps with an overly pleased face, but isn’t whiskey and a cigarette on a Sunday morning a sufficient reason for happiness?

Alice, meanwhile, got a taste for it. It never occurred to her that it was possible to get such a thrill from such a “dirty” process. She suggested this, in accordance with the principle of “debt meets payment,” but now...

...Viktor finished smoking, put out the cigarette and turned to Alice. He laid her down on the floor and squatted over her face. She already knew what to do – she thrust her tongue into Victor’s wet anus, and with her hands grabbed his balls and penis, which she began to furiously jerk off... Victor did not regret that he did not cum before. A powerful stream of sperm flew into the air and spilled in an arc onto Alice’s hairy pubis. Victor growled and fell to the floor. Alice laughed and started smearing sperm all over herself...

Crap...

No, bunny, I’d rather make fun of him. You’re making noise here with your Homenid comments.

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In general, thanks to everyone who unsubscribed. Sincerely. I understood everything about this place a long time ago and had no illusions. But you really helped me.

Dragonfly - go to hell and here are your three fucking brackets))), you are empty, quarrelsome and unhappy woman

Hooligan, Fargal, no commemorate it dashingly.

Fuck you, and good night!

[Venus]

Dragonfly - go to hell and here are your three fucking brackets

))) You have done so many nasty things to me here, and I owe you a debt returned))) I am touched by vile characters who do nasty things to people for months, and then when they receive an answer, they are very sincerely offended.
The story is really complete crap, and they praised you because they regretted writing the truth.

[Venus]

Don’t be sarcastic, but listen

))) People like the author are not able to listen to other people’s opinions. He has an inflated sense of self-worth))) and a very low intellectual level.

[Eustace]

Come on Nah..... Hairy started shitting, something new!

[Venus]

Hairy started shitting

))) Ahah. There will be no shit. He was diagnosed and treated)))

[Eustace]

There won’t be any trouble.

now the dude with the crooked pussy will free himself and let’s begin!!!

[Venus]

will be freed and will begin

))) He can only do shit in secret. Like Alena. He is not capable of open confrontation))) unless someone else steps up. Only I don’t know who. The story is really crap.

[Tapkin]

Dragonfly - go to hell and here are your three fucking brackets

))) You have done so many nasty things to me here, and I returned the debt to you))) I am touched by vile characters who do nasty things to people for months, and then when they receive a response, they are very sincerely offended.
The story is really complete crap, and they praised you because they regretted writing the truth.

...come on Marinka!
A completely readable story...at times even truthful...why are you clinging to a person?
Do you have Yustik, screw him... he’s already used to it!)))

[Eustace]

Like Alena.

Darling! Haven’t you made peace with your sister yet?

[Eustace]

Damn, he’s trying to ride up on a lame mare and slap him on the back of the head!

[Venus]

Dragonfly - fuck you and here are your three fucking brackets

))) You give me so much I did some nasty things here, and I returned the debt to you))) I am touched by vile characters who do nasty things to people for months, and then when they receive a response, they are very sincerely offended.
The story is really complete crap, but they praised you because that they regretted writing the truth.

...come on Marinka!
A completely readable story...at times even truthful...why are you clinging to a person?
Do you have Yustik, screw him... he’s already used to it!)))

))) If you knew how many nasty things the author of this story did to me here, you would say: “Kick him and hit him on the head”)))
He’s in my emergency situation and naturally I didn’t read the story when he posted it. I first read Hair Shirt’s comment and became interested in the story. I read the story itself and realized that the moment of righteous retribution had arrived.
I once talked to him in private, quite nicely, and then here he was friends with everyone against me. People love to engage in hate. Ah, today he received hate and it was well deserved.

[Tapkin]

Holy shit, he’s trying to ride up on a lame mare and slap him on the back of the head!

...leave me alone, henpecked!)))
:pardon:

[Venus]

Have you made peace with your sister yet?

))) To be honest, I completely forgot that she is my sister))) somehow it’s not good happened.

[Eustace]

отстань , ПОДКАБЛУЧНИК!)))

Шлёп!!!

[Tapkin]

))) You did so many nasty things to me here, and I returned the debt to you))) I am touched by the vile characters who do this for months saying nasty things to people, and then when they receive a response, they are very sincerely offended.
The story is really complete crap, and they praised you because they regretted writing the truth.

...come on Marinka!
A completely readable story...at times even truthful...why are you clinging to a person?
Do you have Yustik, screw him... he’s already used to it!)))

))) If you knew how many nasty things the author of this story did to me here, you would say: “Kick him and hit him on the head”)))
He’s in my emergency situation and naturally I didn’t read the story when he posted it. I first read Hair Shirt’s comment and became interested in the story. I read the story itself and realized that the moment of righteous retribution had arrived.
I once talked to him in private, quite nicely, and then here he was friends with everyone against me. People love to engage in hate. Oh, today he received hate and it was well deserved.

..our beauty, do you think there are still people here who are against you? leads?
*you’re like my replacement...manages to fight with everyone who surrounds him or appears nearby, regardless of personality!)))

[Tapkin]

отстань , ПОДКАБЛУЧНИК!)))

Шлёп!!!

...ДРОЧУН!

[Eustace]

DROCHUN

I hear from Drochuga!

[Tapkin]

DROCHUN

I hear from Drochuga!

You can’t argue with that!)))

[Venus]

appears nearby, regardless of personality

))) I beg you, where did you see the personality of those who are friends against me? ))) these are those who are with me, those individuals. Are you with me?

[Eustace]

Are you with me?

Tapochkin is with you to the ends of the earth!

[Tapkin]

appears nearby, regardless of personality

))) I beg you, where did you see the personality of those who Is he friends against me?))) those who are with me are those individuals. Are you with me?

..don’t suck up, I’ve recently...Eustace-phobia happened completely unexpectedly !)))

[Venus]

Eustace,

))) To the ends of the world I’m only with you

[Venus]

..don’t suck up

))) Ahaha. I’m not sucking up. I just like emoticons with cats and you too, of course

But I’m marrying Eustace, so I can only offer you Borscht and semolina porridge.

[Eustace]

On vacation, he wants to hang on to the ball!

[Eustace]

Only with you to the ends of the world

Tapkin, Got it!!!

[Venus]

Vacation wants to hang on to the ball

))) Where are we going on vacation? I’m watching around the world tours here

[Eustace]

I’m watching round-the-world tours

and where do you want to go?)))

[Venus]

And here’s another gem...

It’s interesting, of course, to see criticism of something from a person who defends pedophiles in the next thread .
Here, it would seem, we need to be tolerant and accept all the wildest shit in the world, but no, we find fault and express our absolutely unsolicited opinion, either about a person’s life, about which we don’t understand a damn thing, or about someone else’s epithets and speech patterns in a rude form.
We are not on a literary forum. And reading this story is at least more pleasant than more than half of the wildest crap that is sometimes written here. And if you don’t like something, you can politely advise me to correct something in a personal message, or go to hell with some literary forum, where aspiring writers themselves ask to proofread and criticize their work.

You wrote everything correctly and I would have written the same thing, one to one, but in this case, a specific case, the personality of the author himself played a big role in the comments to the work. Those to whom he did not do nasty things lied and praised the story, those to whom he did more than a little, wrote the truth.

[Venus]

where do you want

)) I want to go around the world))) and you?

[Eustace]

Those to whom he didn’t do nasty things lied and praised the story

I didn’t praise I don’t really care what the story is about!

[Tapkin]

where do you want

)) I want to go around the world))) and you?

..his kidneys are not enough to circumnavigate the world, deck!))))

[Tapkin]

For the holiday, he wants to hang on to the ball!

I don’t get a vacation, so are you there without me somehow...for buoys only don’t swim!))))

[Venus]

I didn’t praise, I don’t care what the story is about!

I would have praised or passed by, but they did so many nasty things to me here, and I still I forgive and forgive... and it always backfires on me. Every mongrel barks, from every corner. Tired of it.

))) Ahah. You most likely haven’t read this story. You only read Natasha’s stories)))) or not?

[Venus]

I don’t get a vacation

))) Why don’t you get a vacation? Have you been taken into slavery?))) or are you a workaholic?

[Eustace]

You only read Natasha’s story

well, yes, only Natulechka’s!!!

[Venus]

well, yes, only Natulechetny!!!

))) Ahaha. Your Natulechka will return)))) she won’t stay there for long. Don’t worry.

[Tapkin]

You only read Natasha’s story

well, yes, only Natulechka’s!!!

*oh stupid, I could have lived!(((

[Eustace]

she won’t stay there for long.

why won’t she stay?

[Venus]

why won’t he stay?

))) He will miss you and will come back right away)))