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In the middle of the corridor, Trusova slowed down, seeing that the far door swung open and a crutch appeared from the room. Anne clumsily got out and dropped the key card on the floor. Sasha excitedly went to meet and was the first to pick up the fallen thing from the floor, handing it to Shcherbakova. The brunette gazed enthusiastically at the beloved image, not believing that Sasha herself had come to her. - You've come..., The brunette said relaxedly. The brown-eyed girl looked very weak and, at the same time, seductive, which made Sashka feel dizzy and wobbly. Anya, limping, let her guest into the room. “This hour was an eternity,” Trusova said in a hoarse voice, wandering her gaze over the chestnut locks and honey eyes. Crossing the threshold, Sasha leaned sideways against the wall to keep her balance. - I acted like an egoist. I thought only about myself, but forgot about you. I have no forgiveness, - Shcherbakova said with regret. She touchingly hid an embarrassed look from the mystical effects of emeralds. Trusova was definitely crazy, because she unceremoniously snatched the crutch from the hostess. - Please return. I can’t load my leg, ”Anyuta muttered in confusion and looked frightened at Sasha. - You won't need it today, - Trusova mysteriously answered and, leaning forward, skillfully picked up Shcherbakova in her arms. The brown-eyed woman only managed to squeak meekly and hide her reddened face behind her palms. But after a second, she was nimbly peeping at the "rocket" through her fingers. “I dreamed that you would do it,” said Anyuta when Sasha lowered her companion onto the bed and hung over her. - You are weightless, - answered Sashka, absorbing every centimeter of Shcherbakova's body with a hungry look. - Because you are taking them into space, - whispered Anechka, breathing intermittently. She looked at the attractive Trusova with passion and excitement. Brown-eyed has long dreamed of a sequel, but felt apprehensive and timid. After all, such an intimacy in the life of a world champion has not yet happened. Sasha's hot lips touched the velvet skin and began to kiss the aristocratic neck. Shcherbakova closed her eyes with pleasure and hugged Trusova behind her back. Anyuta unconsciously burned Sasha with hot sighs. This did not go unnoticed by the green-eyed and she hotly leaned against the cherished lips. The brunette made short pauses to get a dose of oxygen and again pressed her sweet lips. Sasha's mind turned off, so she carelessly penetrated her thigh between Shcherbakova's legs. Cuddling up to a frank place, even through her clothes, she felt a damp warmth. Anechka groaned with pleasure, digging into Trusova's clothes. But then she froze and buried herself in a strong shoulder, embarrassed by her own reaction. Sasha, catching the confusion of her beloved, slowed down. “If it’s unpleasant for you, then I’ll try to stop,” she whispered, examining the brunette with an intoxicated look. Shcherbakova eagerly grabbed the air with her sweet mouth and squeezed Sasha's T-shirt, not going to let go easily. - I want. Very. To unconsciousness, - Anechka stammered. She spread her legs, letting her companion even closer. However, she turned her head to the side and bit her lip, ashamed, as she thought, of her lustful behavior. Sasha carefully put her trembling fingers under her T-shirt and skillfully threw it off the brunette. Touchingly moving the straps, Trusova, with a sinking heart, took off the linen from Shcherbakova's chest and instantly pressed her lips to the divine body. Anyuta experienced an incredible mixture of emotions: from fear to unattainable euphoria. All she was capable of at that moment was to close her eyes and moan. The green-eyed hand slipped indecently low and touched the world champion's wet shorts. Anechka's thin fingers released their claws and convulsively dug into the robber. - Sasha, I'm losing my mind, and this is probably bad, - Shcherbakova said exhaustedly. "Rocket" quickly slowed down and cautiously looked at the state of the brown-eyed: an irresponsible look, a shaking body, irregular breathing. Trusova unquestioningly stopped all sorts of actions, freeing Anya from her pressure.
