Your mother's diary. Erotic stories - страница 4

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– "I'm leaving. I have no words."

As she was about to leave, he called her.

– "Wait." She turned around. He approached her so closely that it took her breath away. He lifted her skirt. She got very nervous. She looked at him with frightened eyes, waiting to see what would happen next. She got aroused, and everything happening felt right. She didn’t understand what it was or why… He slipped his finger between her legs, and she started writhing, not taking her eyes off him. Then he took out his finger, turned her back to the wall, knelt, spread her cheeks, and slipped his tongue in. He licked her for a long time. She moaned. Then she stopped everything, saying:

– "We got a bit carried away." He kept grabbing her chest and feeling her butt.

– "I will testify that you were at my place." He immediately removed his hands from her.

– "You just need to prove you couldn’t do it remotely. I’ll get you a lawyer."

She composed herself, though he didn’t let her, and eventually left.

– "Semyonych, look, it’s Vera Pavlovna naked!"

The next morning Vera walked into her husband’s office completely naked. The first ones stunned were the security guards. The office was big, five stories. She walked through each floor. There were cameras everywhere. Her husband was already at work, and she knew


The office was big, five stories. She walked through each floor. There were cameras everywhere. Her husband was already at work, and she knew he was watching it all.

– "Vadik, what is this?" his partner asked. "No, I’m pleased as a man."

By that time, Vera was already walking past her husband’s office. She entered and slapped him.

– "Bastard! Now everyone has seen me! Are you happy?"

He lowered his eyes and remained silent.


The boy was acquitted. Her testimony helped. Mal’tsev was sitting in the interrogation room, filing a new case number 21. The door opened, and Vera entered.

– "So, how are you? Sit down. Tea, coffee?" Mal’tsev offered.

– "Petya, let’s pretend you’re closing the file with a serious look, writing 'case number 21,' and then we’ll go have coffee in a café?"

– "Alright, but I’m at work. I’ll tell the bosses something. Let’s meet downstairs."

They walked to a café across the street. They settled by the window and ordered coffee.

– "How are things going? I get aroused every day."