But that was only the beginning. So he untied the lace on his shirt and flung it open and threw into the light two milk boobs, under the white skin of which ran the blue vein paths to the huge roses of the nipples. A sweet languor swept over the whole body, trembling like an aspen leaf in the wind. Fingers stroked the surroundings of the nipples, making them harden and hump. Demanding lips sucked delicate velvet of woman’s skin and droplets of bluish milk gathered at their tips. Suddenly, Gabriel Romanitch walked away and, taking the bell from the table, called demandingly. The rooster would not have time to shout, as Agafya entered the office.
