- I was able to. - she whispered, and almost with pride, which looked comic on the face of a girl as she stands in front of wet jeans guy and holds a palm for the most secret. Do not let any more words shazhkami small, barely moving his knees, it came to the door, which became the key to open that all the time in szhimala fist. Tears flowed on her person who, strangely has not lost, but rather gained from the attractive features. Other girls began to emerge from the elevator, pathetically, obaldelye, they passed me without even looking. Big hard rose from the deep priseda, felt that the best thing in the world she wants to sit and stay, and that no terms were not.

It is something I tried to look in the eye and smile. lost mol, but also has been unable to force himself overcoming shame and prokovylyala passing timidly, as provinivshayasya schoolgirl. They crowded around the door, as if Bruised. - Bystre-e-it. Please. - I heard their hasty whisper. So lock clicked, turning, opened the door entrance to a dark corridor. They all are anxious to escape, but did not have enough forces nor the courage.

Girls broken in the same way as the recently broke me. They did not even respond when I, too, crossed the threshold, himself included light and went next to the wet perepugannoy staykoy caught, zaplakannyh birds. As if they do not re noticing me, postanyvaya at each step of the way sad-Oh, please. Oh, I have nothing again, albeit gradually flowing, faster doom-You know how much I paid for those pants? Belt rasstegnut should have been. Yes late-Girls, I probably torn bladder. You know how painful? - Yes nonsense. thisis not the case.

just obossalis. already slipping shoes-And this is for us. - Smotrit. ‘m Happy, I suppose. As he us. All at once, I am very wet. Good poprazdnovali. Jin-tonic-A I do. Suha yet. To-o-si-Only-yl and shall not! That’s turn. I easily outstripped my former muchitelnits and now - experimental, I was confident that with the form they cherished vstrepenutsya door and I see the last race pereterpevshih everything in the world of business cows. And so it went, zavernuv a corner, owner of a mini-skirts, slim legs on which I was particularly pleased to observe kapron flowing on one or two jets, and squealed, mercilessly alienating its chief rushed forward with the triumphant crying.

- First! First, I! - Suck! - Looking prostonali remaining trace. Each of them perfectly knew that the man arranged for them to the completion of such evenings, but now they do not hate me, and asks his girlfriend to a second wall in front of eye namokshie panties and stockings to go home, it is not what happened, providing rest obossatsya collapsed in front of men. Suddenly they stopped, all at once, as if they were rushed to the wall, as if it hit on their excellent elastic chest and urinary bladder overcrowded.

I immediately girl in a mini-skirt desperate zapihnula short hem traffic between the legs, escaped from her throat some noise and it began to piss, do not write, do not urinate, namely piss. Potok poured on her hips, kolenkam, pieces of carpet on the floor and hate it thoroughly. After a second I heard splashing on your right, privalivshis backs to the wall and razdvinuv legs, podvyvala, looking at the ceiling, my big girl.

Then in the hallway, lit fashionable sconce started a chain reaction of women’s shame. Girls cried, skulili, got to squat on and on the rack and stood quietly until hot streams flowed from them on the legs, young business lady fell on the floor and rode fulfill palms perineum, they crept past me at the cramped, and zatihali lying still, they jumped on the spot, sprinkling drops of hot, and each, a couple of seconds after the fight is stopped, and started crying shame, but not from pain, but on the play. They all obossalis to one,once seen on the doors and toilets both male and female acquaintance plate does not work.

Repair. I only Telkom not surrendered. All the same small shazhkami not paying attention to the suffering girlfriend, she reached up to door and made, the same as in the lift recently - turned a pen. Door door. Telkom looked at me and asked, Are you? - I - I nodded - you really forgive me. That I really, until the girls stood with their feet on the leg, locked in the lift, a tour of the premises, where they have just been postponed and painfully familiar to them nameplate in the room where they had sought.

I wanted to look them in their eyes when they realize that not endured literally a few steps from the door, which could quietly. Red realized it first, she was standing in the knees and looked in the open door with the tranquillity of despair, but wet hands komkali hem somewhere between Near-feet. Quite a number. We are not having a bit, obossalis how the procedure. Run quickly, even caffeine that he had not seen! - she begged his girlfriend, in that one who just ottalkivala door, as if this is something that could change it personally.

But Telkom for some reason has not hastened to save at least their feminine feelings. - God - and only whispered it, at first glance encircling corridor, and then from under the brows poglyadev me. - what do you mess? As you did with the girls? - Trahnul - quietly Bolsheglazaya pinpointed. She was lying on the wet carpet backs, and slowly, does not stesnyayas me with the legs cut promokshie trusikami along with the stockings. - Exactly - moaned Telkom, placed feet wide, while rvanuv bl ouse on the chest, and when her luxurious bust vyskochil outside, in front nalivayas, creative nails in a nipples, the wild and triumphant crying. - You trahnul us all! And now I konchayu! And only then polilo from it. The next day, I have not gone to work. I did not want to bring any slightest embarrassment nice dweller fourth floor. But the universal key to a falling, I can show you. Just come to me at the elevator, girls.