And of course there were secrets and everyone has them. Without exception. And she was with Oleg. The secret of which no one guessed. Which lived somewhere deep inside. In his fantasies and own experiences. This secret was called Olga. Olya, as Oleg himself called her.
Olya lived somewhere deep in Oleg's subconscious and personality. She mostly slept without giving out her presence. But sometimes, for reasons beyond the control of Oleg, she woke up and began to persistently remind herself of herself. Along with her, unusual sensations, feelings and desires began to wake up. For the first time, Oleg felt Olga's presence as a child. When casually in the dark, waking up, he pulled out of the dresser and put on his younger sister's panties. Several sizes smaller, they dug painfully between the buttocks. Of course, he immediately realized that he was confused. He took them off and found his own ones, but he remembered that feeling of pleasant pain and something unusual touching the ass. After that, he began to sneak in on girl's lingerie. Polka dots, with kruzhavchikami ... any. And the further, the more he liked it. It was all accompanied and the study of his body, touching himself. And later, and not only to yourself. But all this is probably worthy of a separate story.
Oleg was well aware that the society in which he lives will never allow him to open up. And Oleg himself did not want this. For a while, he hated himself for it. Pleased only one thing. “These feelings” were not permanent. They arose spontaneously and over the years, Oleg learned to live with it, put out and suppress them if they appeared at the wrong time. It only helped for a while. Olga's next awakening only became stronger. Insurmountable desires only accumulated like a snowball, until an avalanche fell on one "beautiful" day. It became clear that Olya would not calm down until she got her own. And then She broke out. He reconciled with her. He accepted himself as he is. And all at once it became good.
Oleg loved to pamper Olga. Chose the most beautiful underwear, stockings, belt, wig. Each time he walked past a store with underwear, he looked at the shop windows and mentally tried on all this on her. He loved to please her with something new. And when he dressed up, a happy and grateful Olenka looked at him from the mirror. Spent around the mirror for hours, they were both happy, Oleg and Olga. They enjoyed each other. And it seemed that it will always be so. But it turned out that everything is a little more complicated.
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Throughout all the years of her adult life, Olya remained a secret. For all. Oleg never told anyone about it. Even when I realized that besides girls, he also liked sex with guys. Yes, Oleg realized his bisexuality and had nothing against it. But Olya continued to stubbornly hide from all his men and especially women. It suited everyone, but over time it became clear that something was different.
From the very beginning, Oleg did not think about "roles" in sex. Just surrendered to feelings and sensations. But once he was “on the other side,” and from that moment on, with the guys, he began to prefer the passive role. Over time, he began to discover new desires and fantasies. He fell in love with vulgarity and rudeness on the part of a partner. Once in a fit of passion, Olya burst out. No ... not outwardly. Only internally, for a few minutes, he became Olya. And this is his wild (and of course her) brought. This was the moment when Olya felt the “taste” of sex. From a modest girl, she turned into a lustful slut. Thinking only about members, and preferably in quantities of more than one. On the next awakening, it became clear that in order to “calm her down”, She would no longer have just a new set of underwear. She began to urgently demand more.
Oleg was not ready for this turn of events. And for the beginning I decided to show it to the virtual world. Registered on the site, where they gathered hundreds of lovers to watch. And not less number of others who love to show. The experience was successful and enjoyable. Olya, however, showed only below the belt. But her legs and ass relished the audience. There are even some "friends." Enthusiastic comments in the chat were pleasantly exciting, but she liked even more rudeness and vulgarity. Orders to do this or that. Get up cancer, show a hole. Put something thicker in there. Olya meekly fulfilled this and because of this she took down the roof from pleasure. It became clear exactly what she needed. And virtual games were not enough and not interesting. It's time to move to a new level.
But the real experience was not at all what she expected. Tolley partner was too young and not experienced. Tolley, he simply was not ready for such a surprise. But it was not the way she wanted. And everything seems to be there. And a man and a strong member. And Olga diligently sucked him away, podmahivala ass when he entered her from behind. But still something is missing.
The second experience with another partner was even worse. He was also too soft and shy. And unlike the previous time, Olya did not experience even physical pleasure. About this time, as well as about the partner, she chose to forget forever.
It became clear that everything is not as simple as it seemed at first. Olya was a real girl (conditionally, of course) and, like any real girl, only physical sensations were insignificant for complete satisfaction. This is the difference between a man and a woman. Sensations. A man loves eyes and hands. For him, visual and tactile (that is, physical) sensations come first. And the girl loves with ears and something inside. Appearance and physical data of the partner here is not even in the first and second place. She needs emotions that he can give her. Even without an orgasm, without a climax. She cares about what he tells her and how she feels with him. That's what it is. That's the whole difference between men and women. Well, what exactly they (both men and women) want to receive and feel depends on personal preferences. Someone young, slender, full-breasted beauties with narrow holes. To someone the opposite. Someone modest boys or girls, someone depraved.
Olga clearly formed the image of her ideal man, and all that did not fit into it, brought disappointment. She was a maximalist, she needed all or nothing. She craved a really strong and domineering man. Not a boy, not a pimply teenager. A mature, adult and knowing what he wants. Strict, able to subjugate internal and physical strength. Who would like to obey, become a toy in his strong especially for sexytal.com hands. Unquestioningly fulfill its requirements. Who would have thought only of his pleasure, turned Olya into her own whore, a lustful and insatiable bitch and fucked in all holes without unnecessary snot and tenderness. And most importantly, that all this was real, without ridiculous imagination. Without the need for tips from Oli. That's what she wanted with all her fucking gut.
But alas ... it was just a dream. Olya preferred nothing, than somehow. And desperate to meet someday ...
Him. She went into a deep, long hibernation. So long that Oleg even thought that Olya was gone forever. For a while I kept her outfits, but then I got rid of them, as they now just took up space. As it turned out in vain. Fate has prepared another turn.
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Oleg was preparing for another trip to Kiev. He was often there for work, but he never made friends. There were several acquaintances, there was even sex. But no more than that. Out of habit, went to a dating site. I ran my eyes. Girls are either virtual (and not the fact that they are real) or "for money." The last, not that there was a problem, just Oleg had a fad on it. He wanted the girl to really moan with pleasure, and not because she was paid for it. In the questionnaires guys, too, nothing interesting. Basically, only virtual drochery. Therefore, he went to the tab with ads. There was usually a little more interesting. He didn’t even look at the ads from girls and “couples” for the reason described above. And immediately began to look at the ads from the guys. Long flipped through, watched. Someone even wrote. But here came across such a text
- Is there a crossdresser for making love? Interesting educated, educated intelligent people who are ready to meet are interesting. Men are not interested in a dense, not full physique, but not necessarily. Crosics are interesting feminine with the presence of reinforced concrete, cosmetics, preferably not mannered, when alone with a partner are depraved like bitches but not showing their inclinations to society. I will only reply to a letter with a story about myself and parameters. I am 43/177/76/17. I like to put on you w / w, to live in the role of a girl.
There was no name or any other details. Text only and parameters. 43 years ... not a boy. For starters, that is necessary. From the text alone, something pleasantly pricked inside. Seemed would have long been forgotten feelings. Olya showed signs of life for the first time in a long time. Oleg has already forgotten what it is, how the heart begins to pound and the knees start to quiver. The blood rushes to the lips, and the ass begins to spontaneously pulsate. Oh, how nice it is. Once the text alone could make Olya move, what could be in real life?
- Just be real. Please be real - Oleg thought, typing a message to an anonymous user.
- Hi, interested in your ad. Tell me about yourself?
To be honest, Oleg did not hope, but after a while, the answer suddenly comes.
- How long have you been dreaming? Tell me ...
After reading it, Oleg again felt the clear signs that Olya was beginning to wake up. Continuing the correspondence with each new short letter, these feelings became clearer. And it didn’t matter what he wrote. It was important HOW he does it. He wrote short and to the point. I felt the experience and power that Olya always lacked. Did not respond immediately. He paused, forcing him to worry even more.
- Ah ... you bastard ... the most real Gad - thought Olga and finally woke up. With a smile on his face.
After quite a bit of time, Olya continued the correspondence herself and even began to throw off her photos with might and main. In underwear, in clothes and without it, gradually becoming more and more frank and frank. She really wanted to please and interest him. Learn more about him, talk about yourself. And each time she understood that she was ready for everything. He will do anything he wants, whatever he orders. It only remained to wait for the meeting. And from this expectation it became pleasant. Olya decided to give herself another chance. And then come what may. She mentally sent him these signals every day. Hoping that he will get them.
- Just do not disappoint! I beg you ... do not disappoint and make me happy
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Days lasted forever. Almost lost sleep. Somewhere got appetite. I only wanted one. Quickly be with Him. Long-awaited date. Ticket and passport in hand. Airport. Check in. The plane ... why the blin so long ...
And here is the hotel. More precisely not a hotel, and the apartment where he usually stops at each arrival. As agreed, Olya told him that she had arrived. You can make an appointment. As usual, he did not answer immediately. But it was evident that he was glad. Exchanged numbers. And agreed to meet tomorrow night. Today Oleg had more work to do. Yes, and it was necessary to properly prepare Olga for a date.
The day passed quickly. In addition, flight fatigue affected and Oleg quickly fell asleep. The next morning, as planned, they phoned and made an appointment. His voice ... Olya heard it for the first time and her knees started shaking. Waiting for the evening promised to be long.
Oleg spent the whole day in preparation. Olya hasn't had any new things for a long time. Besides, even if they were, do not bother them with a business trip. He rode shopping. Bought the best lingerie, stockings. Sexy transparent dress, makeup and a bunch of little things. Olya was supposed to appear in all its glory and nothing else. Moreover, they agreed that He would also bring something for her. Ole was painfully interested in what he would choose. And what he wants to see her. It only remained to wait for the evening. Then a shower, depilation cream and other pleasant bustle.
Finally, the long-awaited 6 pm. Of course, Oleg went to the meeting. But Olya ruled him. She immediately recognized Him in the crowd. He came up and their eyes finally met.
- Victor - He introduced himself briefly
- Winner ... well, let's see, let's see - Olga smiled slyly.
- Oleg. Glad to meet you. Coffee?
They went to the nearest cafe and continued acquaintance. In a casual conversation, they told each other about themselves, about their life, interests. In no way giving to others the purpose of their meeting. Only the two of them (or rather, the three of them) knew what no one else could have known. Sometimes, in the eyes of Oleg, Olya jumped in and Victor noticed this immediately. They both continued to stretch the fun of this game. So far, both of them have already become completely out of the grave.
- Can we come to me? I will introduce you to someone - suggested Oleg, knowing the answer in advance.
Oleg specifically chose a meeting place closer to home so that he would not have to go long. Therefore, after a few minutes, they were in his apartment. On the table was already prepared in advance a bottle of brandy, a couple of glasses and a small snack.
- Settle down. I'll leave you for a while. I wish you a pleasant evening and a stormy night, said Oleg, and taking with him a couple of small sachets, including one of those that Victor handed him, disappeared into the bathroom.
Olya finally broke out. Clothes flew off Oleg's body instantly. A quick shower, and a transfiguration. In the package from Victor was black lace underwear. Just like Olya adored. Having tried it on and twisted in front of the mirror, she mentally admitted that this Gad has taste. She put it on herself and continued to reincarnate. Corset, panties, stockings, corbel. Slowly but surely Olya came to life in front of the mirror. And when the makeup was applied and luxurious wavy hair fell on her shoulders, a burning brunette looked at Oleg from the mirror.
- Hello Beautiful. Long time no see - Oleg smiled Ole
Olya was ready to appear before Victor. My heart was pounding with excitement, and my legs were weak. Taking herself in hand, she asked whether it was possible to get out, and having received an affirmative answer came out.
Victor saw her and smiled. But his eyes could see that he liked what he saw. A stinging brunette and plump red lips. In a fitting translucent dress through which her body and black lace lingerie were clearly visible.
- Hi, I'm Olya. Nice to meet you, she said with a smile.
- Victor. You look beautiful - he said and kissed his hand.
They sat down at the table opposite each other and continued a spontaneous conversation about anything. Victor gave her every attention to her. He poured himself into a glass and helped to light one. They flirted with each other. Flirted and both enjoyed erotic stories ..
by this. Especially Olya. She liked to feel his interest, his courtship, and completely blatant hints. Olya finally felt like a woman. Desired, dependent and weak. Next to her was a man.
Victor got closer to her, and they continued to laugh and chat. In conversation, he seemed to accidentally touch her, her arms and knees. Something whispered in my ear. Both enjoyed every second. Olya was a bit drunk and relaxed. With all her gut she wanted Victor. Right now. And it was visible on her. Of course, he knew this, but he continued to “torment” her. Once again he bent to her that he whispered it in his ear. Olya burst out laughing, and suddenly their lips met. Victor eagerly stared at them and began to passionately kiss. Olya never expected this, but she reciprocated. In the course went the language of Victor. He penetrated between the lips of Oli. She closed her eyes to pleasure. Victor's hand fell on Oli's knees and penetrated under the dress. Olya wanted to surrender to him right now. But she was a girl, and they decided to "break down" a little. She wanted to play a little with him. Taking his hand she pulled away from his lips.
- Hey ... what are you doing? Not so fast, cowboy - said Olya with a smile
But on Victor's face, she no longer replaced that smile. Opposite his face became stern. From that cheerful and caring Victor did not remain a trace. He stood in front of her and grabbed her chin. Olya looked up at him. Victor's thumb touched her lips and tried to penetrate between them.
- Enough ... Stop ... Not now ... - Olga mumbled
- Open your mouth - Victor continued to smear lipstick with his finger
- I do not want - answered Olya
Resounding and strong slap in the face, loudly responded in silence. Oli spontaneously opened his mouth in surprise. And Victor's thumb penetrated him.
- Suck ... - Victor said shortly
- Not ho ... - Olya tried to argue
The second even stronger slap didn't let her finish the sentence.
- Do you think I came here to play games with you ?! Open up Whore. Mouth. And suck.
Olya obediently began to suck his finger. She no longer dared to object to Victor. His tone, strength and pressure finally captured her and she wanted to surrender to him completely.
“Spike and put it down,” said Victor, and pointed to his belt.
Continuing to suck his finger, Olya obediently unbuttoned his pants and lowered them down. Before it appeared his dick. Her knees began to shake from this look and beauty.
- open your mouth fucking
Olya obediently opened. Still not able to take his eyes off the magnificent member of Victor. Another slap brought her back to the ground.
- WIDE, creature! DISCOVER YOUR FAMILY MOUTH WIDTH!
Olya tried to open her mouth as wide as possible, and a member of Victor immediately flew into him with all the fluff and full length. Grabbing her head with his hands, Victor began to move, pushing his penis deeper with each thrust. Lipstick smeared on his trunk. He literally fucked Olya in the mouth and in the head, not allowing to exhale. Sometimes he stopped and pressed her tightly to himself, so that she began to choke, and then continued again. Finally he pulled a member out of her mouth. There was displeasure on his face.
- Too dry. Why is it so dry? Don't you like it !! !! - anger was read on his face
- I like ... very ... - Olya mumbled something
- Dampen him well. Spit and rub
Olya obediently spat on her hand and rubbed saliva on his penis. But this was not enough. After hitting her on the arm, he spat savagely on his arm and rubbed his cock.
- suck whore
Olya sucked her eyes closed with pleasure. I tried to swallow it completely, to make it pleasing to Him as I could and could. But Victor was still too dry. He took a couple of lemon slices from the table and stuffed them into Ole’s mouth.
- Eat - Victor ordered shortly.
Olya obediently chewed a lemon and swallowed. Her mouth instantly filled with saliva. She herself opened her mouth and waited while Victor's member flies into him again. But he was in no hurry. Another lemon slice went into his mouth. And after some time he spat profusely on his hand and rubbed his cock. The second portion of Victor's saliva went straight into Oli’s open mouth. She did not have a drop of disgust. On the contrary, she really liked it. She felt a wild animal passion. And she knew very well that Viktor would try to taste other physiological fluids today. And maybe not even the obvious. Their saliva mixed in her mouth. She gathered so much that Olya had to throw her head back. He grabbed her head again, pulled her cock down her throat from all the distance. Saliva spilled from the edges of the lips and dripped onto her knees. And Victor continued to fuck him and now it was clear that he liked Oli's wet mouth. Olya herself enjoyed herself and most of all because she was able to please Victor. And confirmation of this was not long in coming. A wave of the strongest orgasm swept over Victor's body. A jet of hot sperm gushed into her mouth and mixed with her saliva. Victor shook with pleasure. And Olya did not want to release his member. She continued to suck the last drop out of him and finally released a limp member. Not finding the napkin spat on her arm.
- CREATURE! Why did you spit her without permission? Who allowed you? - Another slap in the face, and behind her a few more, loudly answered around the room. - Fuck this, you will do what I tell you and when I allow. Is this clear, creature? You will drink everything I give you, to the last drop. And you will do whatever I tell you. Lick and do not think to swallow until I allow. Do you understand?
- Yes, I understood ... I will do everything as you want - and obediently sucked the contents of my palm back into my mouth
- What did you understand, whore ?! I said to lick, not drink. And who told you about the hand? Spit on the floor, now, and lick off!
Olya obediently got on her knees and spat semen on the floor. With guilty eyes, she looked at Victor and began to diligently lick the floor. My heart was pounding in my chest. Victor looked at her efforts, gave instructions. Forced to spit again, and lick again. He pressed her face to the floor and hurt her if he thought she was trying hard.
- More active, creature. Do not miss a drop. Come on, bitch ... Not a drop, do you understand?
- Yes...
- What "yes? - another slap in the face from which she had tears
- Yes, sir. Not a drop past me - she said to Victor - I will do everything you order to me. Drink everything you give. Not a bit lost in vain, I will try.
- Now lick it again and swallow ...
And she once again licked a puddle on the floor and greedily swallowed, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to make sure. She felt like a dirty animal, ready to do anything to serve the Master. And she she felt like a whore, a goner of a whore, a stupid huyoskoy, lowered slut and God knows what else. And you can do anything with it, punish, flog, rape, cum into it, spit, urinate. She will only be grateful for that.
They are both a little tired. Victor pushed Olya away, took off his clothes and lay down on the bed. She showed her hand to move further.
- Show it all. I want to see you - he said
Olya began to spin and dance a little.
- Yes, like this. Dance for me. Make daddy nice.
- Yes, daddy ... whatever you want ...
- More actively, damn ... what are you like a cow ?!
Olya danced. For him, for his man. She enjoyed the wild pleasure of seeing her eyes burn. As his dick gets up again. As Victor slowly pulls him. Back in the past virtual life, Olya adored when she was jerked off to her. But for the first time in her life, she saw it with her own eyes.
- Turn around and hold the dress up - Victor suddenly ordered
Olya understood what He wants. She turned around, slowly lifted her dress and exposed her ass, continuing to move defiantly. The dress gradually rose up until ...
not at all in the hands. And Olya threw him into a corner. She stayed in the same underwear, donated by Victor.
- Lean forward and spread the bread - Victor continued nadrachivat member.
Olya flowed from pleasure. She obediently spread her legs wider, bent down and spread her buttocks apart with her hands so that Victor could get a better look at her hole. Victor did not hide that he likes this sight. And Olya tried for him. And with all her appearance she showed that she was ready to execute any of his orders.
“Well, we made you a hoeusucker and a finished wafer list.” Now you will be a bitch. I have a present for you. Get what is there on top - Victor pointed at the package in the corner.
Olya came up and looked into the bag. What she found there drove her crazy. It was a collar. REAL dog collar with a leash. From what she saw, she was even a little confused.
- Put it on yourself, bitch, and bring me a leash - said Victor quietly
Olga knew that as soon as she did, she would turn into a real bitch. And when he gives the leash to Victor, he will completely become his property. Entirely give themselves to him and submit to his will. But she was not against it at all. She wanted this more than anything else. She has long been his toy. And she liked it.
Olya fastened the collar on herself, went to the bed, knelt down and gave the leash to Victor. This happened. Now she is a Real Bitch and who has a Master. Victor nodded approvingly and pulled the leash tightly towards him.
- Come to me bitch, make me nice - he whispered
“Yes, Master,” the Bitch replied dutifully.
She lay down next to him and began to shower his body with kisses. And Victor, with a lead, sent her where he wanted. She kissed the neck, chest, stomach gradually lowering. Already well-known member called her to him. She began to shower kisses on his head, trunk. Licked and kissed testicles. And Victor lay closing his eyes and moaning with pleasure. The member was again in her mouth. And Olya felt that he finally got stronger. Victor turned Olya so as to see her ass and be able to easily caress her. With one hand, he firmly held the leash, and the other crushed Oli's ass. God, how she adored it. Strong hands on your ass. The finger began to touch the coveted holes. He tried to bring him inside, but Olya tried to move away because of the sharp pain. He slapped her. Olga screamed and planted her head more deeply on the penis. Victor understood what this bitch wants and no longer sparing her strength began to slap her on the buttocks. Strong and loud to red. He got up, put it on his stomach and took the belt out of his pants.
- Oh, you bitch, insatiable lustful fucking. Your ass today will get and fuck you whether you want it or not - and hit her with a belt.
Olya screamed in pain and pleasure. And Victor continued, time after time. While the buttocks are not completely red. Then he put it with cancer, like a dog, pulled the leash so that the head was raised, and his hands tied behind his back with the same leash. She was defenseless and completely in his power. And now she could not move her ass away. Victor relish spat on her hole, plentifully greased his penis and began to slowly stick him in Olya. Olga screamed with pleasure and did not even think to resist. Finally, Victor fully entered into it. Victor fucked her, with every thrust deeper thrusting her dick into her. Olya wheezed from the pleasure of not being able to move. Dick already walked freely, rubbing against the walls of the ringlet. Victor came out and entered again, sharply and strongly and for the entire length. The crotch of the Boss with a force hit the bitches of the Bitches and made this unique flattering sound that she so adored. Olga, closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, lust reflected on her sensual face. Her hard uncompromisingly ebali, without putting anything, as she always wanted, pawed and tightly controlled. And Bitch, this is for her at the moment, was the most appropriate word, from which she almost came. Sensing this, Victor pulled out of her penis and grabbed onto the collar.
- Do not you dare! Do not dare to finish, the creature. You didn't deserve it. And cum when I say
- Please ... I really want ... I want to finish ...
- I said no, shut up - and Victor with a flourish put a dick in her mouth - shut up and suck. Clean and lubricate it well. With your pussy, I have not finished.
Victor entered it again. Olya buried her face in the pillow and moaned with pleasure. He firmly held her by the hips and pecked at a frantic pace. Another orgasm was not long in coming. A powerful jet surged in Oli's ass. Victor kept moving, smearing it inside. Remnants squeezed out already, thoroughly smearing her hole.
That's better. Good pussy - he said approvingly, freed Olya's hands and pushed him away from him with force.
Olya fell on her side. Usually, Olya's taut and beautiful hole had really looked more like a pussy. Wet, ragged, defiantly ajar, hungry, imploring to feed her juicy dick. A pleasant aching pain in her cramped hands and pussy shook her body. Sperm flowed into the thighs. She craved more. Olga touched her pussy. Fingers themselves have failed inside. Olya pulled them out and greedily licked them.
- Not a bit past - she said
- Right. And do not dare to wipe. You're a dirty bitch, and your cunt must be dirty
Olya actually felt dirty. In the literal and figurative sense. Physically and morally. Rag, which you can wipe everything. In which you can stop, spit, piss. Which can be thrown into a corner when it is not needed. And from this she was excited even more. Excitement and accumulated from the fact that the owner did not allow her to stop. It hurts my hands when I try to help myself. I stopped in the bud any urge. And because of this, Olya took down the roof from pleasure. Every minute she became more and more lustful and lustful. She only wanted one thing. LITTLE. Many huyov. Let even the entire French national football team. With their huge black fuckers. She would have served them all. Let even a pack of huge dogs. Sheepdogs, rottweilers, royal dogs. She would like to give them all her pussy and wheezed with pleasure. At the same time greedily sucking the master's cock. And so that He looked at her. I looked at my whore, bitch, slut.
- Boss, please ... fuck me ... I really want to. Do whatever you want ...
- Leave me alone. Sit where you sit. I need a rest
- You are welcome. Give me at least suck. Hold it in your mouth, lick, clean.
- I said sit and wait while I call.
And she sat. Submissively at his feet, tied with a leash. Served if the Boss needed something. Served an ashtray. Preparing a snack. And eagerly looked at his dick. Ready to pounce on him at the first command. First, mouth, and then pussy. She no longer had a name. She became a thing. There was no longer a member and ass. There was only a sucking mouth-sperm receiver and a fucked cunt. There was no one else in the world. Only a bitch and her master. And he continued to hammer her, as he wanted and where he wanted. Until he fell asleep in the morning. And the Bitch was curled up at his feet. And she looked at him gratefully. For the first time in her life, Olya fell asleep in bruises and abrasions, grateful and satisfied.
And it looks like it was just the beginning.