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Dasha echoed Yulia:
– Let's go unwind , the coach will not know anything – we'll leave , after lights out .
After the first race, Zhenya and I were in first place . Instead of slapping my ass and telling me to cook my ass , he hugged me and gave me a bouquet of flowers with a teddy bear . Like I'm a child .
It was hard for me to admit to myself that he no longer just does not turn me on – he annoys me . Infuriates his soft character , moronic hairstyle like a boy's share , mumbled voice . But what pissed me off the most was the way he fawns over his bitchy rich mother who wants to be related to my parents because of her father's connections.
Tomorrow is the fourteenth of February and Zhenya invited me to a restaurant , because we have a day off before the final .
A trip to a restaurant on Valentine's Day with the money of his parents , in the morning , with a guy whose face you have already sat on a hundred times – what could be more boring , but everyone in Beijing lives for the Olympics and skating races were shown on the screens .
I began to watch , languidly maintaining a conversation with the guy .
The individual starts are over and the relay race has begun .
Three handsome Dutch men immediately caught my eye . Triangular torsos , red stubble , pointed cheekbones . They were talking among themselves , building tactics for the race . The pectoral muscles played .
I looked at the names and decided to find their instagrams .
Imperceptibly from Zhenya, I began to poke my finger at the phone . I never cheated on him , but more and more often recently I watched porn without him .
Hans, Christian and Erich .
Seeing in Erich's story a perfect photo with naked torsos of Christian and Hans coming out of the shower, I pressed the light . On the air, the guys rolled out on the ice disk preparing for the final , but I went into the correspondence and closed it with horror right away .
She looked at her boyfriend. He didn't notice anything . God bless.
Because in the correspondence hung a photo of a twenty-centimeter penis that I had not looked at , sent to me about a month ago in response to my photo in a bathing suit from the Dominican Republic .
I do not view all messages in direct and therefore it is stuck .
– Is everything all right , baby ?
– Yes , dear , I'm just worried before tomorrow's start , – I lied, trying to somehow disguise my quickened pulse and salivation .
After a little breath and calming down , I opened the direct and with an innocent face , as if I was looking at what my mother had sent me , I returned to the correspondence. The Dutch appliance was really great . He was sitting in an armchair with his legs spread and showing off his handsome kilogram . I stared at him , realizing that I had fired back at the photo of two of his friends . That is, as if loyally reacted to dikpik .
The excitement came in wave after wave . To my surprise, not only my pussy , but also my anus was called upon to shrink .
On the screen , the guy who sent me the dick overtook the Italians and the Germans and led the race .
To discharge, I switched to Christian and Hans instagrams . To my horror, I found the same thing in correspondence with them .
They sent me members to the same pictures from the Dominican Republic . It was obvious from the lighting that they did it from the same hotel , where they rested or were at the training camp together at that time .
Christian had a straight penis with an extremely hard erection , Hans had a plump hero with a large round and smooth head .
I watched the race where they overtook everyone, passing the baton with a push in the ass .
Zhenya turned around in his chair to also look at the guys , each frog of which was bigger than himself .
I looked at the tight suits that accentuated every chiselled muscle in their sculpted torsos . A close-up showed the buttocks drawn into the Dutch livery .
The sportsman rearranged his legs on the turn and slowly turned around with weighty prechendals to the camera .
– We once drank with Hans , – Zhenya said, waving a glass of wine towards the TV.
– This is Erich , – I corrected him and immediately shut up , not understanding how I could, firstly, recognize Erich by a member in a close-up , and secondly, be so stupid as to sleep on this guy .
My boyfriend pretended not to hear what I was saying . The camera pulled back and Erich finished first .
mostly silent restaurant date , my skating partner and I went for an evening run- through .
My heart was beating wildly because I knew that the Dutch could see my light in their photo .
Their awards were shown on the screens by the elevator . Light bristles made their faces very brutal . The smiles shone with the happiness of victory over all the other males . I once again imagined their members and the thought flashed through my mind about how I take a shower with them . True , they have direct now after the broadcast to the whole world, and so it will be inundated .
After the run, I fell off my feet. Zhenya rode sluggishly. He asked not to train lifts in order to save energy for the performance .
With trembling hands, I reached into the phone after training.
There was a red message sticker . Someone sent something .
This is Christian . They obviously overlooked my light . A message came from him in Latin with the building number, floor and room number in the Olympic village and the time .
There was also a photo where they were already in the room smiling at the camera in three of them in bathrobes .
I never had such thoughts , but the Olympics made me draw a picture in which I, instead of going to the building to the girls “for a minute”, go to them .