The Bride. Erotica

Photograph Ilya Shakhtarin

© Andrey Kolyasnikov, 2018

© Ilya Shakhtarin, photos, 2018

ISBN 978-5-4493-3845-7

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Andrey Kolyasnikov(Forgive me for my English!)

The second half of the twenty-first century divided the remaining people on social grounds. The first was at the very top of society – the first class passengers, to which I belonged. The second class was at the bottom. At the beginning of the twenty – first century, the class of the “second” still belonged to the third, even when the layer between our social groups disappeared-when only the poor and the rich remained. But at the beginning of the twenty-second century, a group of poor people was decided to list to the second class.

The bottom of social security was deprived of the right to choose the political fate of the planet – both to be elected to power and to vote. There was only one chance to get to the “big League” people of the second class, is to marry one of the VIP-members of society.

Usually people of the first class do not go beyond the boundaries of the city, to the poor people unless they’re going to have fun for loans, but there are people like me who are looking for a bride or a groom in the” the villages of the poor”.

With a tour of our history, I think you can finish here, because you, the inhabitants of the later period of the planet, already know everything about the twenty – second century without me, and this is a story about another – I will touch upon our life and history in conversations with Violetta.

My name is Ruslan Dronov for the past five years, I was looking for a girl with whom I could share my bed and fate, thinking that all my efforts were in vain – none of the women did not suit me yet. All the girls I brought in bed were mediocre, or I quickly got used to them – there was no “highlight” in the girls.

For example, one of the last girls, before violet, was a medium-height brunette with a third breast size, a girl named Nicole. I brought it from “poor line” at the city where one fifth of the city was headed by my friend Ilya at whom I then stayed.

Nicole, in her twenty-five years, was already quite an experienced girl. When I brought Nicole to one of my houses, in the fifth part of the city belonging to me, I asked her to undress at once to throw out latex clothes of “poor line” in an opening of the channel of garbage processing. On my request to be naked, she answered easily, having agreed – usually. Nicole pushed me away, and I landed on the bed. She ran her index finger from her neck, down the centre of her chest, to her navel and her pink, with fine black vertical lines, tight latex suit, swung open. The brunette turned back to me, quickly and quietly for me, dividing the clothing into two parts, the upper part of the jumpsuit fell off her tanned body on the floor. Standing with her bare back to me, slipping two thumbs on the sides “trousers” remaining from the overalls, Nicole, leaning forward from me, pulled her fingers down, slowly, as if to the music, removing the bottom latex clothes.

Very close, less than half a meter from me, I saw her “pussy”, from which a small corner could see the clitoris, feeling a light sweet and salty smell of the vagina. Nicole turned to me, and I noticed the pleasant singularity of her Breasts – they were close to each other. Naked brunette put her hands on my shoulders and leaning on me, forced my body to take the position of “lying”. Nicole kissed my neck, then bare Breasts. Lips and her hands, sliding down, gently touched my naked body, have removed a shirt and pants. I felt the lips of the poor girl on the palm below my belly button, where in his youth he started a hair before I did laser hair removal. Hot palm Nicole hugged my testicles, and a second later I felt her wet mouth swallowed my cock. With her left hand she continued to play with my testicles, and with her right hand she masturbated my penis, at its very base. Nicole’s lips accelerated the pace, but after five minutes, the brunette stopped – three fingers opening the head of the penis, the tip of the tongue girded the circle along the edge of the head, gently touching his thin skin with his tongue.

I put my wide palm on her straight hair as if to say:

– Keep going – don’t stop.

And again her wet mouth kept moving up and down my penis. The second part of the Blowjob lasted about ten minutes.

I was bored to look, I do not get pleasure already, in the mirror ceiling on how the brunette standing in front of me on her knees smoothly moves her lovely head between my legs. I got up, walked around the girl from behind and threw her body on the bed, face in bed, and Nicole’s knees remained on the floor.

Taking in his right hand my cock, I went into warm “pussy” Nicole – she groaned. I knew Nicole was faking, but I’m like any other man, love the moans from the girl, from such as this brunette, however, I still wanted to hear her sincere feelings. Clasping Nicole’s hips, I abruptly entered his cock in her “pussy” so that the skin on my testicles came into contact with the vagina brunette. Another sharp movement of my pelvis, another, and another, and another… and here Nicole shouted, clutching his fingers in the black silk sheets – it was already real to her feelings.