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In addition, the magic of her voice was such that I no longer knew for sure – maybe she is right ?.
Tixa momentarily pressed her lower body to me – just for a moment, not more.
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enough to realize the full degree of monstrous tension in my trousers.
“I bet,” after pausing, on an intermittent exhalation, she said sweetly, “what would you like now.”
of this.
But now you can be caught.
as then.
You do not know what is.
on the other side of the bandage.
After saying the last words with mock ostentatious sadness, Thixa sighed anxiously.
“You have absolutely no idea.”
The palm of my companion once again lay on the belt of my trousers, ran over it, slightly stroking the fabric.
And, although she made it completely out of the place where she could have carried out a miniature explosion, but very, very far away, even such – hinting – action would be enough to.
“I don’t care,” I breathed shortly.
It was like in a mad dream, as if in an erotic vision, when your own subconscious mind exhausts you utterly and when you slip under the blanket with your hand, practically without being embarrassed by the sleep characters.
– Hey.
– Tixa’s voice was sweet.
Extremely sweet, as if trembling from carefully suppressed laughter.
– What are you doing.
You do not know.
Do not people look at you.
“I don’t care,” I chopped off.
“Then you could,” her voice lowered slightly, acquiring at the same time something that was thoughtful, or something conspiratorial, “drop your trousers.”
And underwear.
Totally.
Her voice also sounded a light podnaka; it seemed to me that she again ran her tongue over her lips.

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Unable to endure this, I unzipped the zipper of the trousers.
The tongue with a zipper at the same time almost pulled away from the lock.
The trousers set off on a free flight downward, as a second later they set off after them, and only by an incredible miracle, the melting that did not break from the internal pressure.
A cold wind blew my legs, thighs and other organs, but I didn’t care.
Standing blindfolded and with lowered trousers in front of a girl, whom I hadn’t only met half an hour ago, not to mention an unknown number of other possible observers, I frantically increased my arm movement, feeling that I was about to die if not with shame, then from unfulfilled lust, and from what exactly – I absolutely do not care.
find out how this whole mise en scene looked from the side, I happened very soon.
Only a few months later, having taught me to pranks, in comparison with which what happened that evening looks quite innocent, Tixa dared to reveal to me the truth.
Then, on the aforementioned evening, she simply led me back – from the same place where she had led me – without unleashing the eyes and not opening the truth for the time being.
Only a few months later, Tixa decided to tell me that the place where she had led me then was a gas station station flooded with floodlights with a 24-hour shop working with her.
Then.
With a grin, Tixa looked at the practically naked guy, with her head thrown back and her pants down, who frantically masturbated right in front of the shop window under the bright light of the spotlights, in front of the astonished saleswoman and the few passers-by at this late evening hour.
The expression of her face at this moment could have seemed devilish – which was greatly contributed to by the scarlet gleams of the taillights of the departing car in the eyes.
Trying to keep from quite frank laughter, she raised her hand to her own lips for a moment, but immediately dropped it.
Stupid what.
And yet she did not tell him a single word of untruth.
Who now, it is asked, is guilty ?.
Tixa laughed, no longer trying to restrain herself.
“Well.
If after that he doesn’t call me a fucked up psyche or a crazy pervert – like all normal guys – then perhaps.
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