Story - Hofburg. Pygmholz rooms.

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 CHAPTER 3. Hofburg. Pygmholz rooms, 317.

 A day later, an employee of the Bonn editorial office of PENTHOUSE knocked on the door
door number Z17, in the shabby rooms of Pygmholz for those
which is poorer. The hostess, with disheveled hair, met her there.
mi, in a robe, worn over a naked body. They hastily cooked the thick
black, intoxicating coffee, then they went to the bedroom with curtains
windows.
  Then they stripped naked.
  Only black stockings remained on Martha's legs, and the same
the color was like jet hair of her lush groin... Women, revealing
Having settled down, they sat down opposite each other and, inhaling deeply,
smoked menthol cigarettes.  They touched each other greedily
looking in the mirror opposite; swollen nipples of Elsa's bare breasts
(the hostess - approx. transl.) pressed herself against Martha’s back and barely breathed,
rubbed against her affectionately, like a cat. Their bare bellies touched,
the tenderness of the pliable body was disturbing. Warm thighs touched.  Not-
breathing evenly, they pressed their elastic chests against each other, and their
the engorged hemispheres furiously tormented the bodies, touched in a frenzy
even their tender feet, sweating, pressed their toes against their bodies. Touch
this caused a slight languor and trembling, their bodies became warmer, filling
desire.  They speeded up the rhythm, they helped each otherlight,
or deep and strong kisses all over the body, they got drunk
with his nakedness. With a smile, Elsa pressed her head against Martha's stomach and pulled
she pulled the skin into herself, slamming her painted lips into her friend. They
trembled, both... The cigarettes emitted a sweetish smoke, teasing
their nostrils, and they smoked themselves into a stupor, not remembering themselves and in a dim
only the pink body, the infused feminine
breast with a cherry nipple and a convex aureole of hair in which was hidden
their nature and bliss. They, clutching each other, brought closer
pressed bare thighs. Martha knew what would follow:
tolerable fire and trembling below the belly and her clitoris will appear,
she bit her lips, but a moan still escaped from her lips and into this
moment Martha loved her passionate naked partner most of all
Nersha and her fast body, which poured the heat of pleasure into her. They
only they now, like women, could appreciate the beauty of their nakedness
bodies, the salty taste of the lips and their tenderness, harmony and velvety
fatness of long legs using BURNSIGHT ointment; between Martha's breasts
sweat appeared which Elsa licked off. This gave them pain
Nenne, but a sweet feeling... Finally they began to kiss;
no, these were not the light kisses with which they broke their fast
beginning.  Kiss with all the power of lustful passion and reason,
slightly clouded with menthol.  They greedily fell to each other
my friend, it wasn’t for themforbidden places and the more intimate the place was
kiss, the more seductive his shame was. And the inside
Martha's legs, her buttocks, armpits and the hollows between her breasts - it was
their delight, their groans.  Silence... Marta lay down on Elsa. Ta
tightly squeezed her hot legs, and stroked her thin legs with her palms
woman's buttocks.  Both were breathing heavily and touching their mouths; yes, yes,
then their wet, trembling lips joined. For some time now
Martha discovered the beauty not of a man’s mouth with a brush of mustache, but
the pleasure of feminine tender and spicy lipstick. Martha drank-
pressed her lips into the body of a prostitute and passion suffocated her.. Beneath her you can-
the thin woman began to sway and bend; fidgeted with them
their bellies were soft and it was as if a hot tickling wriggled in both bodies
the worm and Martha curled her toes in a spasm. They kissed
choking, concentrated, but already crazy...
  The cigarettes went out.  As soon as Marta broke away from her friend, she
leaned back on the pillows. The woman looked at her tired face
and bare breasts - the breasts of a real Bonn whore; she was breathing
the large nubs of the nipples were shaking and swaying. Martha, freezing, ka-
kissed the belly of a lying woman with her lips - followed by a long, drawn-out
a hickey and Elsa shuddered. Martha no longer wanted anything, only
feel, drown in the feeling of the tenderness of the skin of Elsa’s chest, try
taste it. Her hair smelled of grass... One more kiss, one more
tremblesbody, next. And so Martha puts her careful palms on
naked breasts of a prostitute. Martha's eyes are sparkling, and Elsa's are already...
manna, her mouth reveals a strip of teeth... But she knows the logic of love
and rubs her friend’s body in a circular motion, rocking her
hemispheres of the breasts, cruelly pinching the nipples with his fingers. Elsa moans
frantically, and Martha’s lips whisper something to her, and when El-
Golden sweat appears, Martha squeezes her friend’s shoulders with her palms.
gi, pressing her to the bed and touching her swollen lips, as if
bud, nipple. At first he tugs at him; the feeling of nakedness shakes her sa-
mu, she is almost suffocating and under the palms of the prostitutes they walk naked
Martha's wifely hips. Women are on top of each other, their bodies are tightly intertwined
They were in such a way that it seems that even the Lord will not unravel. Martha, feeling
ache below the abdomen and hot trembling of the body, pressing the ankles to
Elsa's seductively bare calves, their bare legs - intertwined and
sweat.  Marta even bites the nipple with her teeth and Elsa is already quiet
screams and fidgets, but pins her to the bed. Lie!
  The muscles of both tense and the women's groin is like the bellows of a drum.
Martha throws her nipple. They get down on trembling knees and hug-
having swayed, they begin to sway as if dancing, stronger, denser
huddling close to each other. The clitoris, feeling the mounds of the pubis, stand up and
when touching for the first time, the tips touch, the women scream -
they say... It is known that a woman loves with her ears: listenthem, them
incoherent whisper...
  - Martha, dear Martha, come to me, give me your breast, let it
presses me, I beg you, you have wonderful nipples and soft breasts.
Press them to your stomach, kiss them, kiss them, Martha, Martha, I want you
naked, I want... No, I will lick you lower, okay, I will
kiss your ass, come on, give me your sin... Elsa, I'll kiss-
I kiss you in the crack, spread your legs... So... You feel good, you're right-
yes, kiss me harder, on my stomach, you have flexible hips...
Aaah, ah... Come inside me, like that!
  And the prostitute’s palm crawls over Martha’s silky skin. And that one
trembling, she looks: the prostitute's hand disappears between her tanned
feet and something enters the mouth of Martha’s sin. Well! They emits
a scream and Elsa’s finger goes deeper and a hot wave of feeling floods
says Martha. And that’s all: moisture flows through hair stuck together from sweat
groin, women just lie on top of each other, moaning softly,
the sweat cools off on their naked bodies, they feel so good...
  And the dusty mirror reflects Elsa’s indifferently relaxed legs
on a white sheet, Martha's bare back, cheek lying on her chest
prostitutes. In her thoughts, one is shaking the green corner of a piece of paper.
ka five hundred marks, and the other feeling a measured tired breath,
thinks that women can do without men...