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Wide at the shoulders, immaculately dressed, sleek.
Olga was dizzy.
“My precious”?.

So this man calls his work colleague? Her husband? The semi-naked chest of which now heaved so that it seemed to tear the close bodice of an expensive silk dress.
Victor slowly, sipped champagne straight from the bottle and asked with a grin – So what did I tell them, my beauty? – What are you using me like a slut! – blurted Lenya.
Victor laughed.
– You’re lovely! – he took a breath, – You’re just superb! You are so outraged, exactly what I called you a whore, and not what my friends find out about the

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Lenya leaned forward even more.
His eyes narrowed, his lips twisted.
– Go away.
he hissed.
“What,” Victor raised an eyebrow in surprise.
“I said go away from here,” Lenya leaned forward more and more, and his back pressed more and more against the table.
Victor did not budge.
“Oh,” he said ironically, “Speak about yourself in a woman’s face, but I know that it is more pleasant for you.”
Leni’s hand flashed in the air, with sharp claws in Victor’s face.
He did not change his face, intercepted her, and rushed at himself.
Lenya, against his will, instantly performed the dance steps, stepping forward, turning and leaning back on Victor.
It was done flawlessly, as if in a passionate tango.
Victor took a step forward, Lyonya blew through heels and was pinned to the table, knocked off the bottles and jars of cosmetics.
A table cover smashed into his lower abdomen, forcing him to stand on tiptoe, raising his buttocks.
Victor put the champagne on the table, caught Leni’s second hand and joined his wrists together, then gripped it out of his wide palm and held on with one hand without visible effort.

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The free hand of Victor began to crush and squeeze Lenino’s body from the armpits to the thighs.
Everything took no more than two seconds.
Coherent thoughts completely left Olga.
The very fact of her husband’s predilection for disguise and even attraction to men was, of course, terrible, but they left some ghostly chance that all this was nothing more than a wild misunderstanding.
What she saw deprived her of the opportunity to at least assess the situation.
Victor managed her husband easier than snotty high school girl.
He literally twisted them as he wanted.
And against her will, Olga thought about the subject on which she turned her husband.
All this flashed through her mind for the moments that Lenya was transferred from the state of a failed “family” scandal to the position of “who is the boss in the house”.
Victor crumpled Lenya, while maintaining the same calm and mocking facial expression.
“So you are so indignant at being called a whore.”
, his hand went over his chest and stomach, – Totally in vain, baby, absolutely in vain.
, the palm slipped for a moment below the abdomen, lay on the thigh, squeezed the buttock.
Lyonya, at first trying to escape, died down.
Olga saw him in the reflection of the mirror: clasped hands, as if in prayer, red long nails, red plump lips, semi-covered eyes.
– This should not make you angry, you are a whore.
Lyonya again beat, trying to free his hands, push Victor back, but he had no chances.
Victor caught a heavy large earring with his teeth, and, delaying the earlobe, forced Lenya to throw back his head.
He immediately stopped beating and froze, arched all over.
This was something animal.
Frozen in the pose of a female Lenya, with an otklyachennoy ass, clinging to the groin of the male standing behind and a huge Victor, predatoryly crushing him under him.
“You are a whore,” Victor said through clenched teeth, let out an earring, “A well-groomed, rich whore.”
Lenya stood in the same position, not moving, his eyes closed, his head thrown back, his neck turned for the caressing hand of Victor.
“An ordinary slut dreaming in the office that she will be fucked in the evening so that the whole next day will flow from her.”
Victor ran his hand over Leni’s back, and the dress with a rustle fell to the floor. Periscope online sex.

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