Youpron - Maxim tales

The life of a student-zaochnika during the session and cheerfully epoch. If you just over twenty. If the institution is located in Moscow. If you mean to live - not bored.
Two guys and three ladies from twenty-five. WE - not missed.
What with the fact that she was older than me by five years? My girlfriend only maximize the current head, looking at photos Barbara: "O God, what face-ache! Oh, how could you ... "I zakatyvaet eyes theatrically under the ceiling. Girl, you do not even know how you wrong. Twohy lichiko puppet figure and impeccable attract greedy men's attitudes when I Days as you sobachonku bred. No strangers tvoja body leaves me indifferent observer nightly performances entice the poor. While Varvara with all its arrogance nekrasivosti ably cause seizures in me insatiable passion for hours and I tormented her body in an unsuccessful attempt to extinguish the fire, raged in my loins.
Memory is not maintained a clear picture of careless student years. No separate outbreaks of bright moments etched in my brain.
Surrender of the last exam, we felt more than worthy. So that even calling on the assistance of all my mental capacity and reserves of logical thinking, I will not be able to explain to you how and why, gained the rest of the company, we found ourselves with the Barbarians at the Arbat. However, long surprised me is not the fact of the seven had.
Suddenly Barbara fell to his knees and pulled down my jeans lightning. Laughed, I launched a hand in melting, the sharp movement unleashed my dopey member grabbed the ball and greedy mouth. Why, I do not stopped ...
I stood in the center Arbat, leaning back on the beer stand, and quietly baldel own shamelessness. Passers metal in our view: stupefied condemning, angry, brezglivye ... Varvara heading mechanical rhythm, occasionally discarding forehead with the palm of your hand vzmokshuyu shooting. From coffee vodka swoop shot in the head and legs felt in the lead-gravity. Until now do not understand how we are not detained for violation of public decency. Kontchou, I could not. Promayavshis ten minutes, I pull for the Barbarians raised elbow with dirty asphalt, and dragged her to the subway stop, on the fly zastegivaya pants. On the way I remembered that I had no money to travel. In his pocket mint candies dvadtsatidollarovaya banknotes. I onto Barbarians at the stairs of underground conversion, threw her: "Wait here," and went to pass the bucks exchanger. Turning, I saw that move a crowd gathered. Rastolkav elbow gogochuschih men, I understood the reason for their noisy fun: Barbara was on the stairs, oprokinuvshis buried by closing our eyes, with drunk perepachkanom smile on the face. She was in full otklyuchke. Chertyhayas, I began to raise her body otyazhelevshee bespattered with spittle with concrete, picked by the mouse. The crowd dissatisfied Zellweger. "All in the manner guys - I said usmehnuvshis ugly -" This is my woman. Barbara opened a zatumanennye eyes, her lips slightly shevelnulis: "Maxim ..." I picked up her arm and carried down a flight of stairs, in the emptiness gulkuyu transition. Shortly after us with a noisy subway trains got shut the door and wagon pomchal us at Vernadsky, in prokurennuyu obschagi.