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Already soon. In a moment these black eyes will look at me when he will kneel before me.

- You bitch! I bit my teeth, feeling Anna's body stiffen.

I pressed hard and insistently on her, not paying attention to that she was flooded with orgasm. I didn't care. Laura's eyes made that I couldn't get enough and couldn't stand it any longer.

I had to feel more, stronger. I pulled my cock out of Anna and sure I stuck it in her narrow asshole. A wild man came out of her throat a cry of pain and pleasure, I felt it all tighten around me. My cock exploded, and all I could see was my lady.

8 hours earlier

The sound of the alarm clock literally broke into my brain.

- Get up, honey, it's nine o'clock. We have to be in in an hour airport to start a Sicilian vacation in the afternoon. Get together! - Martin was standing in the bedroom doorway with a wide smile.

I opened my eyes reluctantly. It's the middle of the night, what a a barbaric idea to fly at this hour, I thought. Since a few

weeks ago I quit my job, the day completely lost proportions. I went sleep too late, wake up too late, and the worst thing was that nothing

I had to and I could do everything. I've been stuck in the hotel industry for too long and when I finally got to the coveted sales director job,

I quit it all because I lost my heart to work. I never thought that at twenty-nine, I'll say I'm burned out, but yes it just was.

Work in the hotel gave me satisfaction and fulfillment, allowed mine high ego to grow. Whenever I negotiated large contracts,

I felt a thrill of excitement, and when I negotiated with the elders

and more skilled in the art of manipulating people, I was crazy with happiness, especially when I was winning. Every victory in financial battles it gave me a sense of superiority and satisfied my vain side character. Someone may say it's stupid, but for a girl from a small town that did not graduate, proof everything around it, as it means, was a priority.

- Laura, do you want cocoa or milk tea?

- Martin, please! It's the middle of the night! - I rolled over and I covered my head with a pillow.

The bright August sun was falling into the bedroom. Martin didn't like it darkness, so even in the bedroom windows there was no blackout

blinds. He claimed that the darkness caused him the depressive states he was about easier than for Starbucks coffee. The windows were from the east sides and, as for anger, the sun disturbed my sleep every morning.

- I made cocoa and tea with milk. - Satisfied with myself Martin

He stood in the bedroom door with a glass of cold drink and a mug hot. "It's about a hundred degrees outside, so I think you'll choose."

cold, ”he said and handed me the glass, lifting the quilt.

Pissed off, I leaned out of my pit. I knew I was anyway

it won't pass. Martin stood smiling; he already had it that morning it was bursting with him energy. He was a powerful man with a bald head - that's about mine

the city was called "neck". Apart from physicality, however, nothing connected him with such guys. He was the best man I met in my life,

he ran his own business and every time he made a bigger one

money, he transferred a considerable amount to the children's hospice, saying: "God he gave me, so I will share. "

He had blue eyes, good and warm, a big, broken nose once - well, he was not always smart and polite, full of lips that I loved in him the most, and the delightful smile he could in a second disarm me when I went crazy.

His huge forearms were decorated with tattoos, basically tattooed

he had the whole body except his legs. He was powerful, weighing over a hundred kilos a man with whom I always felt safe.

I looked grotesque with him - me and my one hundred and sixty-five centimeters tall, fifty kilograms weight. All my life

my mother told me to play sports, so I trained what I could do and that for second I had straw enthusiasm, I practiced everything: from Karate sport gait. Thanks to that my figure unlike my man, she was very fit, mine stomach was hard and flat, legs muscled, buttocks tight and outliers - a symbol of the million squats they did.

"I'm getting up," I said, drinking delicious, cold cocoa.

I set down my glass and headed for the bathroom. When I stopped in front of the mirror, I realized how much I needed a vacation. My almost black eyes were sad and resigned, no activity however caused apathy. Auburn hair ran down my thin face

and they fell on their shoulders. In my case their length was considerable successful, because they usually did not exceed fifteen centimeters. Under normal circumstances I would consider myself a really good chick but unfortunately not now. I was overwhelmed with my own conduct reluctance to work, no idea what to do next. My professional life

has always influenced my sense of value. No business card in the wallet and business phone I had the impression that I do not exist.

I brushed my teeth, pinned my hair with hairpins, and pulled eyelashes with mascara and I decided that that's all I can afford today. Anyway it was enough because some time ago, because of laziness, I did makeup permanent eyebrows, eyes and lips that left me as much as possible time to sleep, limiting morning visits to the bathroom to a minimum.

I went to the wardrobe for clothes prepared yesterday. Independently

from the mood and matters that I could not influence, I had to be dressed always as perfect as possible. In the right outfit

I immediately felt better and it seemed to be visible.

My mother kept telling me that a woman, even when she was in pain, should be beautiful, and since my face couldn't be as attractive as usual,

it was necessary to divert her attention. I chose short shorts for the trip in light denim, a white loose T-shirt and even though it was outside thirty degrees already at nine o'clock in the morning, a light cotton jacket in gray melange. I always froze on the plane and even if I will almost cook before I feel at least in the air comfortable, as long as someone who is afraid of flying can feel there comfortably. I slipped my legs into my gray and white platform sneakers from Isabel Marant and I was ready.

I went to the living room with kitchen. The interior was modern

cold and raw. The walls were lined with black glass, the bar was lit by leds,

and instead of the table - as in normal homes - there was only a table top with two leather stools. A huge gray corner standing in the middle

suggested that the owner is not the smallest. The bedroom was separated from large aquarium lounge. It was vain to look for a woman's hand in this interior. Perfectly suited the eternal single, which was the master and ruler of this house.

Martin, as always, sat with his nose in the computer. It didn't

no matter what he did: whether he was working, hiring someone or just ordinary watched a movie on television, his computer as his best friend he was always an inseparable part of his being. It led me to crazy, but unfortunately it was so from the beginning, so I didn't give myself the right to change it. Even I found myself in his life over a year ago

thanks to this device, so it would be hypocritical if I suddenly ordered him to give it up.

It was February and I, strangely enough, had not been in a relationship for over half a year. It bored me, or maybe I was more lonely

So I decided to set up a profile on the dating site he gave

I was very happy and definitely raised my already high self-esteem.

During one of sleepless nights, rummaging among the profiles of hundreds of men, I came across Martin, who was looking for another woman to do it once

FIlled his world. It surprised and so the little girl tamed

tattooed monster. Our relationship was non-standard because we both

we had very strong and explosive characters, both too we had intellect and extensive knowledge in our fields competition. It attracted each other, intrigued and impressed us. The only thing missing in this relationship was an animal train attraction and passion that never broke out between us. Like this euphemistically once described Martin: "he is already in his life naruchał. " However, I was a boiling volcano of sexual energy, whose release I found in almost everyday masturbation. But I felt good with him, I felt safe and calm, and that was for me more valuable than sex. At least, I thought so.

- Honey, I'm ready, I just have to somehow close my suitcase and we can go.

Martin laughed, got up from the computer, packed it into bags and headed towards my luggage.

"I can handle it somehow, baby," he said, hugging a suitcase in which I could easily fit myself. - Everyone total replay: excess baggage, thirty pairs of shoes and senseless carrying half of the wardrobe, while you use maybe ten percent of what you took.

I winced and braided my arms.

- But I have a choice! I reminded me, putting on my glasses.

At the airport, as always, I felt unhealthy excitement, or rather fear, because I hated to fly because of my claustrophobia. Otherwise

I inherited my mother's wickedness so I could smell it everywhere death is waiting for me, and a flying can with engines never aroused my trust.

Friends were already waiting for us in the bright hall of the departure terminal Martin who chose the direction of our vacation. Karolina and Michał were there

a couple for many years, they thought about marriage, but thinking ended. He was storyteller type of storyteller, short-cut, tanned, quite handsome guy with blue eyes and light blond hair. He was only interested in female breasts, which he didn't hide.

She was a tall, long-legged brunette with delicate hair girlish features. At first glance, nothing special, but when more attention was given to her, she turned out to be very interesting. She effectively ignored Michał's male aspirations. I was wondering how does. I would not be able to deal with a guy whose head is my possessiveness at the sight of women it rotates like a submarine periscope in search the enemy. I took two calming pills so I wouldn't fall on board in panic and not to shame yourself.

We had stopovers in Rome. An hour stop there and now direct, thank God only one hour flight to Sicily. I was last time

in Italy, when I was sixteen, and from then on

best opinion about the people who lived there. Italians were loud persistent and did not speak English. For me, however, English was as a native language. After so many years spent in chain hotels sometimes I even thought in English.

When we finally landed at Catania airport, the sun was already here occurred. Car rental guy far too long

served customers, we got stuck in the queue for an hour. overstrung hungry Martin was bothering me, so I decided

look around the area where there was little to see. I went out

from an air-conditioned building and I felt the overwhelming heat. In the distance smoking Etna was visible. This sight surprised me, though I knew this volcano was active. Going upside-down, no

I noticed that the sidewalk was ending and had grown up before I knew it in front of me a huge Italian, which I almost tripped over. I stood five inches from the man's back, and he didn't even flinch, as if he didn't notice at all that I almost landed on his back. Men in the dark hurried out of the airport building

suits, and he looked like he was escorting them. I didn't wait until they will pass, I just turned on my heel and started back rental company, praying that the car is ready. When

I reached the building, three black SUVs flashed past me,

the middle seemed to slow down, passing me but through the black windows it was impossible look inside.

- Laura! - I heard Martin scream, who was holding the keys in his hand to the car. - Where are you going?

Hilton Giardini Naxos welcomed us with a huge head-shaped vase, in which stood huge white and pink lilies. Their smell was rising in an impressive hall richly decorated with gold.

- Well, honey. I turned to Martin with a smile. -

Such a little Louis XVI. I wonder if there will be a lion bathtub in the room paws.

We all burst out laughing, because I think all four of us had

identical feelings. The hotel was not as luxurious as it should have belonged to the Hilton network. He had many shortcomings that my trained eye the specialist immediately caught.

- It is important that there be a comfortable bed, vodka and weather - added Michał. - The rest is not important.

- Well, I forgot that this is another pathological trip, I feel injured that I am not an alcoholic like you - I said with artificially sour face. - I'm hungry, I ate the last time in Warsaw. Can we hurry up and go into town for dinner? Already I can taste pizza and wine in my mouth.

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