"Shall we play?"

I would describe her, but is it possible to describe something beautiful with ordinary words?

I'll say she was incredible—you'll imagine something of your own, and it will be nothing like the little angel who woke me every morning with deep fellatio. So I'll just say, she was insanely beautiful. With one curve of her lips and a playful squint of her eyes, she could raise a cock. She knew her way around the bedroom, and she loved experiments.

Day one.

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<7:00 AM. >

My brain hadn't even switched on yet, but I already knew what was happening. This is how every morning starts for us. I lift the blanket.

— And how long have you been playing with it?

— Just started.

— smacking her lips, she tries to tuck her hair behind her ear. — time to get up, sleepyhead, breakfast is ready.

— Have you had your breakfast already?

After giving my head a final lick, she answered with a pout. — well, I'm trying to squeeze my portion of dinner out of you, by the way, did you eat pineapple before bed?

— Yes, and I didn't eat anything bitter or spicy, I think.

— That means I get something tasty today. — and smiling with her eyes, she started swallowing more diligently, pressing her nose into my stomach.

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< 12:00 PM>

A call on the phone.

— Honey, didn't they scold you for being late at work?

— No, even more, the director came down personally and congratulated me on my birthday. Speaking of congratulations, you probably forgot it's my birthday?

— Nope! I'm already preparing my congratulations!

— Why didn't you congratulate me this morning? I thought you forgot.

— Vitalik and I agreed to congratulate Your Majesty together.

— Oh really, well you've piqued my interest, the director told me he'd let me go at 5:00 PM, so be ready.

— That soon? Oh damn, honey, I gotta run.

I spent the rest of the day staring at the clock and thinking about the surprise.

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It's been about three months since that night when I confessed to her…

< The night of my confession. >

— And what is this fantasy you're afraid to tell me about? Hmm? Didn't we agree to share our desires?

I understood she was partly right, because we try to bring any fantasy to life. But these games were so innocent. We got to anal and blowjobs in the first six months of living together. She became uninhibited, not shy about sex at all. Once, visiting her at work, we fooled around in the bathroom. But nothing more.

— Well?! So what do you dream about? Is it something perverted?

— Lera, don't push. If I tell you—you might get offended or disappointed. I'm probably sick if I dream about such things.

That same night, my head was spinning. I decided to give her subtle hints, but never tell her directly. Even if she understood everything.

After the shower, we lay on our double bed, Lera started rubbing cream on her body, and I, just watching, began to doze off, but on the threshold of the world of dreams, I heard her cute grumbling.

— Come on, kitty, don't sleep.

She grabbed my cock, which, like me, was dozing, with her little hands, and with her other palm, she started massaging my balls.

Realizing I wouldn't fall asleep, I decided to lie still, hoping to be "awakened" by a blowjob. But then, feeling her crawling higher and higher on me, I understood she decided to play differently.

— Kitty, my pussy wants to kiss you!

And now her knees are pressing against my head, and I feel her delicate crotch touching my lips. After giving a weak lick, I opened my eyes and smiled at her.

— You're not asleep! — Lera squealed joyfully.

I grabbed her by the waist with my hands and, dropping her on her side, merged in a kiss with her neat slit.

She, putting a hand on the back of my head, started moving her hip, smearing her sweet juices over my lips. My cock pulsed like crazy. I was licking as if I wanted to reach the butterflies in her tummy. The little one pulled me by the hair towards her, kissed me on the nose, and said in a voice hoarse with excitement.

— Puppy, come inside me!

That night, I fucked her as hard as I could. I came the first stream in her mouth, but releasing too large a portion of cum, it spilled over the corner of her lips and cheek, she wiped it all off with her finger like a housewife and sent it back into her mouth.

The second portion was released into her pussy. I lay for a couple more minutes watching it flow out of her slit, and she, meanwhile, was collecting it drop by drop with her finger and, with an angelic smile, licking it off with the tip of her tongue.

— And you like watching cum flow out of me?

— Yes, it's calming…

— Let's go wash me?

After the shower, she brewed herself some herbal tea, and made me a protein shake. She sat on a chair in my shirt and started lightly massaging her breasts.

— Your nipples always show through thin fabric.

— Is something not to your liking, sir?.

— On the contrary, madam, I'm only glad. And I'm not the only one.

— Meaning?

— Haven't you noticed how Vitalik's gaze sometimes runs over your nipples, which show so clearly through your T-shirt?

— Oh come on, you're just imagining things. He's not like that. — although she herself understood perfectly well that he sometimes glances at her body.

— Baby, it's still clearer from the outside. Yesterday when you were hanging curtains in the hall, he was sneaking glances at your ass.

After a long pause, she finally agreed.

— Should have given him a friendly slap on the back of the head. Only you can admire me.

— Lera, if he had a girlfriend whose nipples stuck out just as mesmerizingly and who wore short shorts with the edges of her panties peeking out—I'd glance at her too. And let him look, it only flatters me. And if you don't like such attention from Vitalik—you can give him a friendly slap on the back of the head yourself.

— Why would I hit him, let him admire, if you don't mind, then I'll be glad to torment him a bit.

— Just don't overdo it, or his zipper on his jeans will burst from the boner.

— Fair's fair, he stares at me, and I'll glance at his equipment hanging out of his torn jeans.

— Then you won't be able to stop him.

Silence fell. She quietly sipped her herbal tea from the mug, with her other hand stuffing the edge of the shirt under her crotch. I broke the silence.

— Still, be careful with him, your appearance could drive a guy crazy, and I don't want my best friend, tested over the years, to vanish into oblivion in a psych ward.

— I'll try. — the little one purred affectionately.

Was that a fucking sparkle in her eyes?

Without delay, I pulled her into bed. Touched her crotch with my hand.

— God, you're all wet down there.

She shut me up with a kiss, and I immediately entered her heated and wet womb. Grabbing her by the waist, I laid her on top of me, and I lay on my back and started speeding up the rhythm. Deciding to finish her off with hints, I stuck a finger in her mouth, she sucked on it and moistened it with saliva, I brought the same finger to her ass, slowing the pace, I carefully inserted the finger and started massaging her ring while increasing the pace of my cock. For the first time, both her holes were occupied simultaneously. She came twice with a blissful scream.

— Yes, yes! I want it!

Did she understand my hint?! In a furious euphoria, I pulled my cock out of her pussy and started slowly but deeply inserting it into my beloved's ass. Increasing the pace to the maximum, I pulled my cock out and inserted it into her pussy to the limit, then back into the tight ass, and repeated this for another couple of minutes, forcefully pounding my cock. Arching her back, she grabbed my hand without stopping jumping on the cock, impaling herself on one hole then the other, she slipped two of my fingers into her mouth and started sucking with feeling, but there was something unusual in this gesture, she did it as if she were sucking a cock. My cock, leaving her ass, easily slid into the juice-dripping slit. Lera, smacking her lips, sucking on my fingers, started moaning wildly. Feeling the tension, I tore my hand away from her mouth and grabbed her waist with both hands and started fucking her with a wild pace under her blissful cries.

— Yes! Yes! I want…

With an overexcited wheeze, she hugged my neck, pressed against my cheek, and said what I wanted to hear.

— I love you. God. You're my everything! And you know, I think I know your fantasy.

I didn't continue the dialogue, I was afraid I'd have to admit my fantasy out loud. We both understand, and that's enough.

She started running her finger over her swollen vagina again, and I, taking a pillow with me, crawled to her feet and started watching as my cum flowed out of my beloved for the second time that night.

— Too bad you can't cum in both holes at once. You'd probably be even more pleased to watch two streams trickle out of me. Right? — she asked me with a kind smile but sly eyes.

She understood everything. Now it's obvious.

That night, I sowed the seeds of madness in her. That night, we couldn't sleep.

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< 5:30 PM. >

By taxi, I stopped at a store, got a liter of martini, 0.75 of White Horse, and three liter packs of natural juice. Taking the elevator up, I opened the front door with my key. And Lera jumped on me at a run.

— Is Vitalik here?

— Yes, he's sitting with the console, playing NFS. — kissing me, Lera shouted down the hallway. — Vitalik! The birthday boy has arrived!

I lifted the little one by her armpits. She crossed her legs around my waist, pressed against my chest, wrapping her arms around my neck. And I thought, "If the mountain won't come to Muhammad, then Muhammad must go to the mountain." Holding my little monkey by the ass and squeezing the bag in my other hand, I walked towards our living room.

— Hey Vitalik. Why aren't we greeting the birthday boy?

Vitalik was sitting in the armchair, three meters from the wall with the plasma TV. It was clear he was playing NFS racing. The three of us often spend time like this. We sometimes get into serious fights over this armchair.

But when Vitalik leaves us, I get comfortable in the armchair, and the little one starts sucking the head of my cock. A couple of weeks before the birthday, she placed a mirror under the plasma, propping it against the subwoofer, and it turned out that she sucks me off, and I see in the reflection how she plays with her pussy with her finger.

I already noticed the bags piled near the sofa, sighed, kissed the little one, and pulled her by the hair onto the sofa.

— Rude!

— Did it hurt?

— Yes… — she pouted her lips.

I kissed her on the top of her head.

— Still hurt?

— Yes…

I reached for her head, she pushed me away.

— Not there…

— Where then?

I still kissed her nipple through the fabric and, already getting aroused, understood I needed to change clothes first and then play healing kisses with her. I picked her up again and carried her to the kitchen, put my bag on the table.

— And you're cruel. How come he didn't rape you in that outfit?

— He's so cute today, he looks—turns away and sits there all red, constantly adjusting something in his pocket.

— Your cunning knows no bounds.

— Pff, don't underestimate me, Satan himself would become my student if I didn't feel sorry for Vitalik.

— Instead of congratulating me—he's glued to the joystick. I think he deserves the torment.

— So, shall there be evil? — Lera asked with a sparkle in her eyes.

— Let there be evil!

And I headed with the little monkey still hanging on me to the hallway to take off my jacket. Approaching the mirror, I saw in the reflection what her ass looks like from that angle, and noticed how the "shorts" hugged my beloved's pussy, how the seam deepened between the petals. After that, Vitalik definitely won't be able to finish first…

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< 6:00 PM>

At the request of my beloved and my friend, I sat on the sofa in the living room and closed my eyes. I heard them running to the kitchen and back, putting/laying something around me. Whispered negotiations. Their giggles.

— Sasha, open your eyes. — said Vitalik.

I removed my palm from my face and saw in front of me the two dearest people holding a huge cake with twenty-five candles in front of them. Next to me lay beautifully wrapped gift boxes, packs of chips, crackers, all sorts of dried seafood snacks, chocolates of all kinds, about ten liters of alcohol, starting from liqueurs—ending with whiskey and cognac.

— In the kitchen, there are still salads and pizza waiting for you. — Lera cooed.

— Well, how long are we going to hold this cake? Blow them out already. — my friend said with a brotherly smile.

I looked at them, hugged them, I won't lie—shed a stingy tear. Besides them, I had no one else. I was happy.

— You know, you always help me, always support me, it wouldn't be right for me to blow out the years I'm glad to share with you alone. Let's blow out these candles together?

They glanced at each other, smiled. My friend hugged me with his free arm, the little one, rising on her tiptoes