The distance that separated them from each other was no more than a meter and a half, but they couldn't get any closer. They each of themselves, and Maxim himself, began to scroll through different versions in their heads to continue their fantasies, which were not limited by anything.
Tanya imagined Maxim right there, kneeling in front of her, first licking her crotch, running his tongue, massaging her breasts with one hand, and her buttocks with the other.
Maria imagined her swimming next to the boat and coming out, climbing over the side of the boat, grabbing his cock and sucking it until he fed her a large portion of sperm that then did not want to eat dinner, from a hearty amount of protein. Maria, forgetting and losing reality from her fantasies, licked her lips and, closing her eyes, ran her hand over her thigh, so that the hem of her dress rose so much that her part of the most desirable places of her body was exposed, and even a little direct light hit them, illuminating the way to the cave.
Maxim imagined them both standing with cancer in the places where they are now sitting, and taking turns begging for him to fuck them harder, rougher, deeper and longer, and he with special impressiveness first fucks one, then the other, comparing the strength of the girth of the walls of the vagina, comparing them, which one is wetter, which one is tighter.
– I'm hungry, – Maria said, voicing her unconscious.
– Yes, I'm the same, perhaps, – supported her friend Tatiana.
– You can go to a cafe or restaurant, but it's stuffy there now, or rather, you don't really want to sit in a stuffy place in the heat.
– Do you live far away? – Maria asked.
– Nearby, in the same city, ten minutes by car from here.
– If…
– I have air conditioning at home, too.
– That's great, – Tanya perked up.
– Maybe if…
– Here we will swim and go, we are not afraid of you, – Tanya smiled coquettishly.
– I'm afraid of you, – he said, making a joke of it, which only served to amuse them more.
– We'll go later, I'm already tired of swimming, we'll prepare food, salads, if there are any products.
– We'll buy it. I mean, I'll buy it on the way, we have a store in the house, but there's no liquor if you want.
– And we don't drink, we don't like alcohol at all. We prefer love, it is more intoxicating, only true love is difficult to meet, fake and open marriage are everywhere, " said Maria, looking at the gray moon in the daylight in the sky.
– Great, I don't drink, but I used to get drunk beforeпобухивал, not то,to the point of making a pig squeal, then I realized it was stupid, it didn't make any sense, it was better to love. But her, yes, there is no real one, we, in my opinion, run away from her ourselves, and she does not want to catch up, she does not fall in love by force, for love you need to do something yourself, try, take a bold step, otherwise you can stay alone.
– Life loves the brave, – Tanya said.
– The city is bold, – he said.
They swam out to the dock, and Maxim, kindly offering them his hands, helped them to jump to solid ground from the tottering boat, which almost capsized on the shore when they both quickly got up from their seats.
The queue that was in the store when paying at the checkout was quite long, but it moved quickly, because mostly people bought the same water, drinks, ice cream, fruit.
