Eh, if I had known that it would all end like this, I would never have agreed to Andrey's offer to go to his house, try the new whiskey and cola, and cook him dinner. His wife had long since gone on vacation, and for more than two weeks now the man had been alone at home, sitting on the Internet until midnight. - Hi, Ksyusha, what are you doing there, aren’t you bored? - Hi, Andryusha, everything is fine. I just started cleaning, and then there will be laundry. And how are you? How are you relaxing, or have you started bringing girls to entertain you? Admit it. - Don't tease me. It's true, I feel sick, but I'm holding on. Maybe you could come over? I've been sitting without anything hot for over a week now. I don't know how to make soup, and my friends don't want to come over, I have things to do. - No problem, I'll finish right now and come. Open the wine. - I have whiskey, with cola, it's better. Come on, I'm waiting for you! After a quick shower, not forgetting to shave my legs, I put on old jeans, a T-shirt, sneakers, and calling a taxi, went to his house. A radiant smile and happiness played in his eyes when I entered the hallway. We kissed. Only it was far from a friendly kiss on the cheek, but right on the lips, and even on the hickeys, which left me speechless. He led me into the living room, I sat down in my favorite place in his house, and stared at a two-liter bottle of whiskey and cola with ice. Not imagining how it was possible to drink all this, I tried to distract myself by starting to ask Andrey how he behaves here, teasing about prostitutes. But no, the man seemed steadfast to me, although after hints about sex, his friend 100% got hard and began to press on the lower part of his pants. His fly bulged, he covered it with his hand and quickly went to the bathroom. I don't know what he was doing there, he was probably jerking off, since he was there for so long, and during that time I managed to pour myself some whiskey, add ice and cola, and try what happened. To be honest, maybe I didn't calculate the proportions, but I didn't feel the alcohol at all. I drank cola with ice, as if without anything, and imbued with its taste, I began to fly in the clouds, and fixate my gaze on one point. - Ksyusha, if you don’t help me now, I’ll rape you myself. Andrey was standing by the door out of breath, sweat was running down his forehead, his shirt was half unbuttoned, his pants were down, and that same flammable beast was apparently boiling in his panties. Having put the glass down, I stood up, and then fell down. My legs wouldn't hold me up, the whiskey was hitting my head, and I crawled to him on my hands. Kneeling down, I took his cock in my mouth, pulling back the elastic of his panties, and began to suck it in, and Andrey, putting one hand on the back of his head, puffed loudly, and pressing me to his balls, began to push his sperm into my throat. - Oh, that went so well. Damn, now it hurts. Mmm, damn. Come with me. Andrey took me to the bathroom, where I rinsed my mouth, and then took off my clothes, we licked each other greedily until he got hard again. Throwing me onto the washing machine, he put his wife's makeup aside, and came up to me, grabbed me by the legs, and started fucking, pressing closer and closer, pushing his cock deeper, from which I got my fingers stuck to my clitoris, and with trembling legs I came, pulling him to me, holding him by the back. Relief, a lot of sperm on my stomach. That's all Andrey.