Fucking guy's dick

Fucking guy's dick

          Sergei put aside the large ragged sheets, some of which the department employees turned into tables with their own hands, hastily said goodbye to his colleagues, and went to the waiting room. It would seem that the next day is over, but no: today is his turn to be on duty after the secretary leaves.


So spoke the schedule, which he also drew, as supposedly the most suitable employee for this, and then walked around the offices and collected signatures, inviting each employee to choose any day in the new month. And who only came up with this: the duty at the sanitary and epidemiological station is late! So what if they were the city SES and almost never participated in raids on objects, rightly leaving this to the regional divisions.


So what if he is a statistician, a collector of data flowing from everywhere, and a servant for entering them into boring forms. "I sat at the table - you sit still, wrote the numbers - you can do it again, and on occasion, so to speak, you organize an" alarm. "


- My, we do not have the operational headquarters of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, - whispered indignantly a guy who had already worked in this "near-medical" system as a clerk at its top for several years and still could not get used to this obligation.


But the secretary of the head physician will leave, the offices will be empty, and he will have to sit in her place for a few more hours and make notes in the journal in the spirit of "passed, accepted, no accidents ..." And, glancing at the sometimes tricky phone, read something, to pass the time.


In the waiting room, he sat down at the secretary's desk, opened the duty register that lay to the side, and formally checked in. The head physician has already left, but someone was with the deputy. A little later, the voices outside the door stopped, and three came out of there: the head of the sanitary department, a young doctor-intern, and, in fact, the deputy himself. The latter, leaving already "for good", hastily said: "If something happens, tie it to me," but the intern Svetlana did not confine herself to the duty greetings.


- Good, how are you? She said and sat down on the visitors' chair.


They met Sveta when he went to the sanitary department on some work issue. There, by the window, I saw a new person - a short, but at the same time stately figure even at the table, a dense but still compact figure. It turned out that Svetlana is not a new employee, but a "passing through" with them: after completing a postgraduate specialization, she will go home. But staying in the SES for a while became another segment of her life.


Sveta then sat and was frankly bored. We don’t go to the facilities, but the sanitary rules have already been leafed through, and even from having nothing to do we have learned point by point. The current work was carried out by staff members, but almost nothing was given to her. Sergei came to entertain the girl with something, and, apparently, she liked it. And today, chance brought them together in the waiting room, and Sveta accidentally remained.


She decided to herself that "it is better to communicate here than in the boring sanitary department," where there were no people suitable for age and interests. And they got to talking.


But the conversation turned from simple chatter to a sort of ... peppered. Sveta felt that in front of her was a person to whom she could open up. Not to tell the whole story in the world (as it seemed to her), but a special sincerity flared up between the young people, somewhere heeling and turning into a little beyond ... Among other things, Sveta said:


- You know, I would like ... children. Well, the family. If you get pregnant, will your boyfriend marry you? - she asked Sergei a discouraging question to which he did not immediately know what to answer.


“I don’t w-know. W-I guess, ”he said with a smile, not suspecting how sharp the edge the conversation was going. And to support him, he asked: - You said you have a boyfriend. So how?


- There were ... And there is ... But he succeeds.


- That does not work? - Sergei asked, thinking about the man's fiasco in bed and "giggle-hakhanki".


- So that I got pregnant ... There were different ... I even left one and began to meet with another. Irregularly, but still. And it didn't work out for him. And I ... want to ... - with a tremor in her voice and embarrassment from a conversation that had gone into no one knows where Svetka told.


- So you're not fucked ... not fertilized, then? - Sergey stumbled in mid-sentence.


- Yeah ... The men can't do it. I can’t conceive from anyone. There were guys, but no one ... No one can be ...


Sveta's last words in Sergei echoed with some kind of ringing echo. He felt something completely unusual, and he was pulled to an unknown edge. He reached out his hand, bent over the telephone wire, and touched Sveta, who was sitting on the side. She breathed deeply and tensely, overwhelmed with frankness. Without really giving an account of himself, Sergei said:


- Let's go ... to our department. He's here on the floor - you know. I want to take something.


And they went. Realizing that this is a contrived excuse, understanding something else ... Or almost not understanding what is happening. After leaving the pointless post, Sergei took Sveta to the statistics office and closed the door. Hugging the girl by the shoulders, he wanted to continue the revelations:


- Tell me more ... about your guys.


Sveta, stumbling with excitement and looking up into Sergei's face, repeated everything. And still, and even longer, the same. She was shorter than him, but the outlines gave a stately complexity. Yielding to emancipation, she blushed and spoke, as if slightly firing words from her poured cheeks. Her deep breath began to fill the space between them.


- More ... more talk! - Sergei already demanded, holding Svetka with both hands.


- No one ... could not ... - she repeated for the umpteenth time, and he pressed himself to her body.


Finally, both realized how it turns Sergey on. He - on the gaining momentum away from reality into the unknown, the forbidden, and because his penis came to life and hardened by itself, she - on his touch to the stomach and the heat that flared up between them.


- And I ... can! - Sergey blurted out in a passionate whisper and pulled his hand down to his fly. With her hand freed from the embrace, Svetka also began to unbutton his trousers, as if she wanted to make sure. The penis stood and continued to stiffen, losing touch with the head. Sergei felt it just physically. His organ lived on its own, and he understood that the erection was simply the strongest. Not that he was a sex giant, but now it seemed that nothing in the world would shake the unshakable firmament. It 

pulled down his panties, Svetka felt the organ with her hand, squeezed her fingers on the sides, and Sergei felt that the erection was just iron.


- Ebi ... - she whispered, also losing her head and forgetting cultural words. Breathing excitedly, the intern girl took off her jeans and began to work on her panties.


- How? .. - he whispered looking around.


She pulled out a chair from the table, and Sergei, stepping awkwardly in his pants down, supported the improvisation and pulled up the chair, which he reached and jerked it off the spot. Sveta settled in it, leaned forward with her lower body, and spread her legs.


- Ebi-i ... - she repeated confusedly, although there was only one word.


The guy knelt down and leaned the protruding end against her slit. A push - and Svetka gasped and blushed, and Sergei began to methodically push, as piles are driven in - his penis was simply iron and lived its own life. His mind did not control him, and he paved the way in the Light, even straightening her vagina. Nothing could shake the stronghold, and Sveta felt that her gut was adjusting to the shocks. The vaginal muscles, shifting, squeezed the guest.

Sergei was bigger than her. Swaying, he got good penetration. Dense and so sharp, sweet Sveta, a young doctor-intern, was now squeezing three-quarters of his stone organ, which lived its own life. It was so great and did not obey the will ... He felt that he owned the Light completely, her bosom was stretched out and completely belonged to him.


- I want ... to conceive a child in you, - he whispered a code thought of wild excitement. Fumbling at the root of the penis, the labia protruding from the oncoming lust, he pushed the organ back a little and pushed again to the end. Having had time to press Svetina's lips to his stronghold with his fingers, so that the sperm would not spill out, he finished. I didn't think about Sveta's orgasm: turning off his head, he fucked for conception.


- Not all? - Sveta asked excitedly when he left her desired bosom.


- N-no, the guy replied, seeing that the erection was not going to subside. Can I have some more!


“Y-yes,” she moaned. - Come on ... so.


With these words, she got down from the chair and got up with cancer. The legs were spread by themselves, and Sergei's penis could easily continue - he was so excited.


New frictions and the unity of the flesh - the one that is larger with the one that is smaller. Now the guy's actively fucking penis pressed the open head on the cervix, Svetka gasped and then the waves rolled through her body. From this he finished again, adding more speed to the hidden corners of the Sveta's gut.


Having come to their senses, they cooled down with difficulty and only now began to realize the wild piquancy of the situation. Putting the furniture back in place and putting themselves in order, they said goodbye. Sergei still had to register in the register of duty about its end and lock the reception.


The next day they met at the entrance to the organization.


- Damn, you didn’t fly? - Sergei asked apologetically and at the same time in a confident voice.


- No, the doctor-intern answered embarrassedly and also confidently.


- Are you so sure? .. Why?


- My period just ended. The cycle is not suitable.


- Has carried it ... - Sergei whispered, but inwardly he was upset.


A little over a week later, it was Sveta's turn to be on duty at the reception after leaving employees. And Sergei seemed to be there by chance. The conversation started again. They could ... and they could not look each other in the eye. Sveta sat until the end and casually said:


- Now come back ...


She lived in the nearest town in the regional center - a satellite, which seemed to be not so far away, but trips back and forth sometimes did not please. Especially if there was an absurdly prescribed delay.


- You know that I ... live not far away, - said Sergey the truth, known to both of them for a long time. - Come to me? Maybe you can spend the night? ..


From the outside, it sounded like a common suggestion. They themselves wanted to believe it.


And now Sveta crossed the threshold of his apartment. None of the household members were there - he knew that this was the case and therefore made such an offer. And, oddly enough, to spend the night. But...


Taking off their outerwear, they met in the opening of the corridor, their bodies rubbed, and immediately remembered the hidden background. The mind began to shut down. She again looked down into his face and breathed quickly.


Sergei felt the organ rise and again refuses to obey. Sperm accumulated, and he was ready to impregnate everything in the Light.


She felt that her legs were relaxing, and in the lower abdomen ... not butterflies, something else. The uterus seemed to rise and the vagina was getting wet. Red women's sash in panties blushed even more and wanted to accept.


The days are gone. Rather, they came. Svetlana was ready to get pregnant.