- Wow, how big! Her eyes sparkled like those of a hungry kitten.

- Is it really that big? I watched with curiosity the movement of her hands. The touch of graceful fingers was gentle and pleasant. The bliss spread from the lower abdomen all over the body and was about to hit the head with a heady jet.

- Well, maybe there are more, but only you have such a beautiful one! She knew how to flatter, that's for sure. Apparently inherited from her mother along with cat manners.

I closed my eyes and tried to remember how I picked up this wet bitch a couple of hours ago at a disco in a nearby technical school.

- Kolyan, you're all fucking hanging out! Just like snot in the wind! Come on, damn it, better move with us to the techie - there will be a cool dance today, damn it. Pizdatoe, damn it, beer and high heifers. - Valera-Bumper, as always, was persistent. It’s hard to convince him even when he’s sober, but when he drinks, it becomes simply impossible to argue with him. Tied with a word, I dejectedly trudged into the next quarter with a company of unfamiliar guys.

"I probably look very stupid - a sober ram in a staggering herd. If only they would give me a sip on the path," flashed through my head in response to the disapproving glances of passers-by.

However, it was more fun than meditative peering into the blue screen of the home box, to which I have been devoting all my free evenings lately. Moreover, the rodaks dumped with an overnight stay at the dacha - boredom, there is no one to even bark with for fun.

The windows of the assembly hall burned invitingly in the gathering twilight. Music was heard at the last crossroads. The porch, as usual at such a time, is plastered with high muds, blowing columns of smoke through the nostrils. The lobby is dim. The half-asleep watchman, demanding some kind of ticket, sweetly fell silent after a few rude but weighty words from Valera. The entrance was free.

Rays of multi-colored spotlights illuminated in the center of the hall girls twitching in ecstasy with precocious breasts under tight sweaters. The tight nipples protruding from under the thin fabric looked very appetizing. Excitement ran through my body and stopped somewhere in the area of my fly.

- Why did you stand up like a pillar, in kind? Valera's voice brought me out of my daze. - Sit down, relax! - the company has already settled on benches in the corner of the hall. Valera-Bumper held out to me a faceted glass, half filled with a clear liquid with a pungent odor.

- Drink, do not be shy, everyone is here!

- Yes, do not hold the container, not alone, eat something! - I saw cloudy eyes, lustfully watching the movement of the glass.

With a long-learned gesture, I sent the contents of the glass directly down my throat. It felt somehow warm and cozy. As the surroundings became clouded, the pimply mare sitting nearby began to acquire some advantages. She suddenly erupted in an impressive chest and quite a decent wide ass, stupid sobriety I took for the ass of a hippopotamus.

- Girl, can I have you? - smiles, exposing crooked teeth, nods happily - everyone has long forgotten to see about her.

In nature - a cow is a cow, but the chest, it seems, is really nothing if there was no stupid bra.

- Let's go, we'll have a smoke, - I myself think over in a muddy mind a plan to get rid of the bra. It must be cool outside - she asks to cover her with a jacket. Damn, I don’t care - I don’t feel cold after two glasses anyway - just a wild impulse of lust. I propose to walk around the techie, - I agree. After a light, but foul-smelling fumes and smoke kiss, I try to free her flesh from the annoying bodice: what are you, dear, are you not hot? look, you have sweat under your breasts! - wow, that's what I understand - nipples! How do you manage to hide such a treasure from the people?

She awkwardly tries to free herself, muttering about some room in a hostel, a neighbor who has left for a week. I try to reach my nipple with my lips, and then I notice a hefty shadow moving towards us from the side of the gym at the speed of a seasoned tram.

- Nina, damn it!?! - here, it turns out, what was her name, - what the hell are you doing here with this asshole ?!

- And then you, damn it, goat, do not see! - I try to shield my girlfriend with my wide chest, but still squeezing the bra strap with my right hand.

I did not have time to finish the sentence, as I felt a good poke in the teeth.

- You broke his face! - fat-ass Ninka screamed heart-rendingly, looking at me sliding down the brick wall.

From the side of the entrance, Valera-Bumper with his buddies was already running. Without hesitation, Shadow grabbed Ninka, who had become pimply again, in an armful and rushed into her hole to the gym. It was difficult for me to count how many people rushed past me at that moment. However, what do I care about them - they did not pay any attention to me, carried away by the chase.

The ballroom was still dark and crowded. In our former corner, near the empty bottles, sat an Angel. I have no idea how he got here, but he was clearly female - golden hair flowing over his shoulders, blue eyes laughed in response to my puzzled look.

- I thought angels no longer exist, I thought they died out along with the dinosaurs.

- You're wrong. But still, I'm not an angel - look, I don't have wings. See? You can touch.

I touched.

- Actually, wings usually grow on the back, not on the chest. However, your hands are strong and gentle. Would you like to take me home?

We walked under huge stars peeping through the shaggy crowns of trees. I mumbled something about the connection of the universe with the configuration of the zodiacal constellations. She laughed merrily. Her laughter shimmered and rang in the night like a silver stream.

- I do not want go home. Take me somewhere,” she said simply. Ah, these angels are so simple.

When we came to my house, from the threshold she demanded a cup of coffee.

- Maybe a glass of wine? I just have a bottle of Muscat in store for the Bright Day.

With a loud laugh, she rushed to the kitchen.

- No, you little fool, everything is in my room, - I led her to my little lair with a large sliding ottoman in the middle. He lit the candles and poured out the wine. Celebrate - so celebrate!

- What shall we drink to?

"Let's meet," I suggested.

- Fu, how banal - her reproach was caustic, but short. She immediately took out a charming breast from behind the collar of her blouse and poured juicy wine over it from her glass - for love! Only for love! Moreover, from my chest, - and she offered my lips to my elastic young nipple, shining from the light of candles.

I was confused, but the temptation was too great. Yes, and drunk the day before was still pounding shot in the temples. The nipple was in my mouth. The wine was tart and sweet, the flesh bouncing and swelling under my playful tongue. Before I had time to completely lick her breasts, she had already thrown off everything and now hung over me - immaculately built and completely naked - from the golden crown to the tips of her little fingers.

“Yes, she is not an angel,” I thought, and these thoughts made me feel light and pleasant.



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