Pair. New Year's miracle
It's been 2 years. Flew. The next difficulties began in the country (and did they end?). Budget organizations (in one of which I worked) continued to drag out a miserable existence. I had another crush: a new employee. Everything is standard: at first they admire your mind and quick wits for a long time, then, drunk, they give themselves up (or rape?) In a dark corridor at a corporate party arranged in honor of the next holiday (New Year, March 8, Medic Day, April 1, etc.). ), and then for a long time they admire the size: “never before with anyone like this !!!” ... This is the “office romance”.
The girl was fire! At 28, there are already two official divorces and a bunch of unofficial "former" ones. Slender, with beautiful breasts, with an elastic protruding ass and a narrow, almost virgin vagina. A stinging brunette with a bit of excess hair, which she very carefully thinned out. This vegetation, narrow pelvis and her hypersexual behavior suggested excessive testosterone in the blood and latent nymphomania. She always wanted! She could come into my office at any time, close herself from the inside, get up with cancer, leaning her elbows on my table and lowering her panties to her knees. Or fuck on the table. Or crawl under the table and give a blowjob. But I was especially turned on by her behavior at meetings: she staked out a place at the table so that only I could see her legs. In the midst of the meeting, she raised her skirt (and there was nothing to raise there, her outfits were always “a short skirt or a wide belt?”), Spread her legs, push back her panties, lick her finger and start stroking her clitoris.
When this happened for the first time, when I was reporting something, I just stopped in mid-sentence and after a minute's pause said that the meeting was over, I forgot, I urgently need it ... and generally spoke all sorts of nonsense. Member almost tore his pants. She then portrayed me in the faces and had a lot of fun.
If there was no sex for more than three days, she began to tell me about her erotic dreams. Usually they were attended by other, unfamiliar men, there were two or three of them, and they fucked her in all holes. At the same time, she really finished in a dream. Several times women appeared. All the stories were with the smallest details: size, color, smell, taste - just some kind of oral porn art! In addition, she liked to discuss group, lesbian and other sex during sex:
- Do you want three?
- Me and you two?
- no, me and the two of you, so that you are behind, and I suck his huge tasty cock ... etc., etc.
It excited us both. But after an orgasm, all discussions abruptly stopped, as if nothing had happened.
Once again, they had sex. From the standard position "sandwich" moved to the standard position "cancer" on the floor. After several frictions, she whispered: “I want it in the ass!” At first I thought it was just another erotic fantasy. I have a rather large aggregate, even with natural copulation, especially from behind, women experience pain. And then a narrow pelvis and in the ass?
"I won't tear you up?"
- Not. Here's the lubricant.
She took out a bottle of THAT CREAM! I squeezed a decent portion into the palm of my hand and began to slowly massage her crotch around the hole. When the finger slipped inside, she let out passionate moans. The familiar menthol smell tickled his nostrils and stirred his brain, bringing back sweet memories. I could no longer control myself and smeared cream on my crotch. Soon the pleasant chill gave way to exciting burning and itching. She, breathing noisily, raised her ass high, grabbed my hips and convulsively pulled me to her. Member entered tight, but without resistance. The sphincter wrapped around him so tightly that the erection was furious. All this - her moans, the look of her round buttocks raised high, turning into a thin waist, the burning of the cream, the narrow entrance - pretty quickly brought me to a violent orgasm. All this time she furiously jerked off the clitoris and finished at the same time as me. The sensations were so strong that after that we lay on the floor for about ten minutes without moving ... We had no more "prohibitions" in sex.
In general, once again I fell head over heels in love. And, as a result, romance came to an end: flowers, expensive perfumes, restaurants ... (and all this on the salary of a married state employee with two children). The further, the more: I wanted a romantic trip, so that she and I, and no one else! But as?
I tried to approach the boss about a joint “training”. In any! "Even I have not been going anywhere for a year!".
But I am not a stupid person (not in vain, apparently, they admire). I had a very good friend in our ministry. Very beautiful woman. A woman with a capital letter. No, I didn’t sleep with her, I didn’t even think about this topic: I just idolized her! She somehow treated me especially, although she had dozens of such subordinates around the country. Separate song. In short, I call her: “Julia, we need to train the girl at your base. But there is no finance." She: "Not a question" and hangs up. I even got offended. And half an hour later, the boss calls: “A government telegram - you and ... (my mistress) urgently to Moscow for a week-long advanced training course under a special government program at the expense of the ministry. Go get a business trip. You're leaving tomorrow... “I was shocked! Courses from 25 to 31 December! What else does!
We stopped at Izmailovo. In one room. She is on the passport of my wife (mean, of course, but there were such problems in those days, but I really wanted to). In six days we made it to the center twice. The rest of the time we practically did not leave the room (only for breakfast, dinner and a walk in the park). The girl was amazingly beautiful! When people appeared, I felt like a sheikh: all the men were staring only at her! They came up with an interesting game: we are strangers. During the ride in the elevator to the restaurant, lunch and the way back to the room, 7-10 men managed to try to pick her up. So I wanted to brag to everyone: “this is my woman!”
On December 31, a nuisance happened: they managed to get return tickets only for January 2. To extend the stay in Izmailovo, it was necessary to give the administrator ... in general, there was no such money! We settled down on tickets at the Aeroflot hotel - we have never seen such a viper even in our province! She didn't even want to have sex there.
Have you ever been to Moscow on New Year's Eve?
- This is my first time here!
It was an unforgettable walk. Beloved woman, New Year's Moscow... whoever fell in love at least once will understand.
After a 4-hour walk, I remembered THAT apartment. It just took me there.
“Let's go to one place, it can be fun there,” I myself did not believe in these words, but I really wanted to. I once told her about that reckless New Year's party (though without intimate details).
When we approached this house, I was seized with a terrible excitement: is there no one there again? what if they open it? so, what is next?
We approached the apartment. Music played softly behind the door. Called. Silence. They waited a minute and were about to leave when the lock clicked. The door was opened by a complete stranger. A stately beauty of about 25 years old, not less than 180 cm tall, with thin, ideal features, huge gray eyes under long shaggy eyelashes, with slightly curly hair of some charming ash color.
She was in a short dressing gown, through which beautiful breasts with large nipples and fishnet panties shone through, so tightly fitting her protruding pubis that they crashed into the treasured hollow between the plump labia. “Where?...,” I began, but stopped short: I did not know the names of the owners! The girl did not react in any way to my stuttering, she simply opened the door wider and made a slight gesture with her hand, inviting me to enter. We entered the hallway. The girl closed the door and left (floated away on her long legs!) into the bedroom I knew, not at all interested in our further existence. The interior of the apartment has not changed at all since then, so I thought with relief that the owners had not moved, and we were in the right place. The mood has risen.
- What was it? My friend was in shock.
- I didn't really understand...
Is that what you call "fun"? With her?
I see her for the first time!
Who did you have fun with?
- there was a crowd, but I don’t know it ...
- and I would give it to her!
So, fun tambourine, we entered the hall. There was a set table, music was playing quietly, and some guy was staring at the TV in splendid isolation. Noticing us, he stood up and held out his hand to me: "Alexander."
“Irisha,” I introduced my friend to him and introduced myself.
- And this ... girl? ... - I asked
This is Anneli. Anya. Elijah's ex-wife. She stays with him when she comes to Moscow. She is Estonian - in Russian, not a belmes ... or does not want to ...
- I see, - now I knew the name of the owner of the apartment and my ...
The logic turned on: the table was set for at least 10 people, and in the apartment, at first glance, there were only two, and not the owners. They let us in without question, which means they are waiting for guests. I remembered that party when there was a passage yard here.
- where are the people?
- By eight they will catch up.
The clock was 19.30. There was not long to wait. Or an eternity?!
“In a certain sense, what we call happiness happens as a result of the satisfaction of long-term pent-up needs”
(Sigmund Freud)
My friend decided not to waste time and went to take a bath. We stayed in the room alone.
- And I remembered you, you were here several years ago on New Year's Eve. But he quickly fell down, and Kolya transported you to the bedroom.
Yes, last year. How do you know Cole?
- We studied together at the Faculty of Law, now we work in the same holding. Are you countrymen with him?
- Well, yes, classmates. Father was transferred to Moscow, and he left with him.
- For a beer?
- Is there?
— Oh!
He went to the kitchen for a beer and I examined him. Tall, athletic build. He wore a tight turtleneck and light blue stretch jeans that were tight. These clothes fit his body so tightly that it seemed to be body art - every muscle, every tubercle, every hollow stood out clearly - at least study the anatomy! But most of all I was fascinated by the round buttocks and swelling in front. It seemed that there, in the pants, something incredible! Involuntarily imagined how the fly is unbuttoned and a big beautiful penis appears! And I was frightened myself - this is how women often described their feelings to me! But he immediately reassured himself: "it's just beautiful, like an antique sculpture." Nobody calls a person admiring the statue of David a faggot!
Under the beer, we started a purely masculine, casual conversation: politics, sports, women. He was intelligent, well-read, witty, not a hypocrite. It was easy and comfortable with him - as if he had known him all his life. Our views on life were basically the same.
After four bottles, I found out that Ilya's wife's name is Alla, that now they are with her parents in St. Petersburg and will be there until the end of the Christmas holidays, and Anya was left as the hostess - a harmless and cheerful creature, even somewhat eccentric. Such a characteristic did not fit in with the first acquaintance, but I did not bother, maybe the girl has problems ... The owners provided an apartment for the celebration, because it is a tradition to celebrate the New Year with them, and they are really bisexual, and most of their friends are too . From his conversations and behavior, it seemed to me that he knew something, but it was not possible to clarify the situation: Ira came out of the bathroom. She was obviously naked, only wrapped in a short terry towel that barely covered her nipples and ass. Without make-up, with her black curly wet hair flowing over her bare shoulders, she was Venus herself. I fell in love. Sasha - too ... Seeing our frank views, she was even slightly embarrassed, which was not like her.
— Is there a hair dryer in this house?
“We’ll organize it now,” Sasha quickly went to the bedroom.
A few seconds later he returned with a large professional hair dryer and brushing. Irka was surprised - she understood a lot about these things.
- Where does such happiness come from?
- I did not say? Anneli... Anya is a hairdresser. Came to the stylist competition. Sitting there, styling her hair. Already the second day.
Why were you silent before? I want a haircut!
- That is unlikely. She is very busy.
- It's a pity. Irka went to the bathroom to dry her hair.
“Beautiful.” He said it like he was wooing me.
Everyone is talking.
There was a knock on the door. The guests began to arrive.
Everything was the same as last time: noise, din, guests chaotically replacing each other, reckless revelry of girls. Irka, a lover of nightclubs, was delighted! All the guys liked her at once, and it turned her on! By the time of the chiming clock, she was already pretty drunk and kissed everyone who approached her at a distance of outstretched lips. It is not for nothing that people say: "A drunken woman is a stranger's cunt." During the mass female striptease on the guys (as I understand it, also a tradition), when all the participants remained in their shorts and finished their performance, Irishka turned her back to the audience, spread her legs slightly and bent over, protruding her ass. Panties crashed into pussy. They had a wet spot from erotic secretions. She tucked her thumbs under the elastic of her panties and slowly began to take them off. Silence reigned.
Only music. When the gum was already on the hips, and the whole ass was exposed, the panties came out of the vagina. Between the legs appeared plump, carefully shaved, wet from lubrication, ajar sex lips, between which flaunted the head of a swollen clitoris. The people exhaled noisily in chorus and became mad! Irka threw her panties into the crowd like a "bride's wreath". The lucky one who got them (everyone called him "Dusya", apparently, Andrey), brought them to his face and sniffed eagerly. It was a pity to look at her "pole" - the guy was simply stunned when she naked jumped on him in front, wrapped her legs around him and began to rub her intimate place against his cock that had risen in his pants to slow music. All the men, and not only, were hers. Strange, but I was not jealous. I was proud: this is mine!
When it was all over, the girls began to redeem their scattered clothes for the money that they were given for striptease. Ira quickly bought a dress from one of the girls, but Dyusya broke a crazy price for panties, and she no longer had enough for a bra. So she remained in panties and a short tight-fitting dress, under which the excited nipples were bristling with large peas.
Everyone went outside to set off fireworks and wallow in the snow. Irisha hung herself on me and, looking into my eyes with a lustful squint, whispered: “Earring, cool! Always dreamed of a striptease! This is the best New Year in my life! All men love me! No, I love all men! No, I want! I love only you!"
After a striptease and a walk in the fresh air, there was a lull. The couples danced to soft lyrical music, there were "secular" conversations.
There was a piano in the hall. More precisely, a chic antique German piano with engraving and four bronze candlesticks. With a deep, almost organ-like timbre. Two guys falsely and confusedly began to play the “dog waltz” on it in four hands. Irisha, hearing this, rebelled: “Hey, guys, it’s a good tool to rape! Seryozha, play. He plays great."
I once graduated from a music school with honors, thanks to the diligence and willpower ... of my mother. The teachers were forced to go to school. I chose honey. At home, alone, he often played for the soul. I didn't like to play in front of people. Tried to break, didn't work. When drunken Russian people start asking, it's hard to refuse, and it's more expensive for yourself. I decided to perform the signature number to get rid of it: it all started with a slow saloon music. Irishka, on my command, poured a glass of vodka and placed it on the very edge of the piano from the top right.
A gradual increase in tempo to presto, a smooth transition to the fourth octave and tremolo (rapid alternation of two notes, like a drum roll). At the same time, a glass is taken with the free hand and waved! The glass is placed and the music continues with renewed vigor with both hands, returning to the first octave. No snack.
In our companies, everyone is already used to it, and they liked it, but here it was a sensation! I was about to get up, not reacting to the cries of "encore", but then I noticed Anya. She stood at the door of the room and... smiled at the corners of her lips: an angel with silver hair in a tight silver dress with huge gray eyes. Obviously, she caught the climax of the performance. I got busted. I played the classics. Not in the sense of "classic", although it is. I played the "classic of seducing women" - Piano Sonata No. 14 in C-sharp minor, op. 27 No. 2 Beethoven. Better known as "Lunar". Many consider the entire sonata to be an Adagio sostenuto (first movement). But when it is played, and the woman has already melted and flowed, the second one begins - Allegretto! Then she gives up. But only if you play by yourself. And if you two.
In the current situation, all three parts had to be played to no avail. In complete silence. It looks like everyone stopped breathing. While playing, I looked at Anya all the time, making it clear that this was only for her. And she, spellbound, in my arms. I was at the top of bliss. It became my most favorite, most sensual performance of "lunar".
When I finished, the crowd again began to yell "encore!". And Anna again went into the bedroom. I said: "vodka taper, he is tired!" In Russia, it works "with a bang!". Everyone also immediately wanted vodka and forgot about Beethoven, and about the piano, and about me. The bacchanalia continued!
From heaven to mortal earth, the voice of my beloved lowered me: “Why are you staring at her like that?”
“Well, she’s beautiful ...” I began to justify myself,
- Yes, okay, calm down, very beautiful! That would tear it off, right?
- Yes!
"And you're telling me this?"
I'm not alone, we're two! I quoted a phrase from the cartoon, imitating Gopher's voice.
“I love you.” She laughed, kissed me on the lips, and staggered over to a group of guys demanding “a drink for a beautiful unfortunate lonely woman.”
Of the two options “go to Anya” and “get drunk out of grief”, I, as a truly Russian peasant, chose the second.
Having decided, he began to realize his goal: he took a bottle of cognac 0, 7 "Remi Martin" VSOP, a cognac glass from the table, put an appetizer (salads, a decent part of an amazing Christmas goose, rice) in a large plate and, in splendid isolation, settled down in an armchair at a coffee table . To numerous importunate proposals to “join” he answered with a polite but firm refusal, referring, like an experienced married woman, to a “headache”. Magnificent soft cognac, which did not catch my breath, but poured down my throat and chest with pleasant warmth, and a plentiful, rather high-calorie snack played a role: I stopped getting drunk and stopped at that stage of alcoholic intoxication, when my head is pleasantly spinning, but quite light, everyone love, pulls on exploits and sex. But I wasn't interested in women at all. Memories of THAT New Year and the exciting tubercle in Sasha's pants caused an animal desire to surrender. The lower abdomen ached.
When the bottle ran out, only I, Irina, Sasha and Andrey were left in the apartment. And Anya, somewhere in her room. Unable to cope with excitement, he went to the bathroom. Undressed, stood under a cold shower - it did not help. He made the water warmer, squatted down and began to massage the perineum with circular movements of the jet. Desire has increased. He put the shower close to the hole - the water began to fill the ass, pleasantly bursting from the inside. When it was already impossible to endure, squeezing his ass, he moved to the toilet. Water gushed out of me in a powerful stream, bringing a pleasant relief. And then again I wanted to feel this fullness unbearably. After three or four times, the water began to pour out absolutely clean. Thanks to such an enema, the sphincter relaxed, and the entrance became huge. As if in a gouged hole, he easily inserted three fingers into his ass and began to fuck himself, regretting that his fingers were not thick enough. Quickly dry off and get dressed. There is only one thought in my head: “I want to take a big dick!”
"Small World: In the End, We'll All Meet in Bed"
(Brigitte Bardot)
Near the window Irishka was squeezing with Dusey. I went.
— God help. Have you seen Alexander?
Dusya, not looking up from Irka's lips, waved his hand towards the second room.
“Don’t get carried away,” he slapped his girlfriend on the ass and went to look for Sasha.
I knew about the existence of this room, but I saw it for the first time. It was an acoustic room, decorated according to all the laws of this science. The walls and massive door were covered with thick, grass-colored cloth. There are heavy curtains on the windows. The floor is covered with a carpet with a high soft pile. On the ceiling - foam panels. To the right, about a meter from the wall, is a large leather sofa with a massive, approximately 45-degree angled back and wide, rounded leather sides, into which pull-out wooden drawers were built. Several small leather pillows are scattered on the couch. To the left, a wall-to-wall rack of expensive equipment and shelves full of vintage vinyl records, cassettes, and laser discs. Many columns of various sizes around the perimeter. Soft but sufficient lighting was provided by four large tortoiseshell sconces placed in the corners of the room.
It became clear why this room was so popular...
Sasha was sitting on the couch, leaning back, sipping cognac, enjoying rock ballads. The acoustics were really on the level! The music was flowing, it seemed from nowhere and everywhere. Every instrument was heard, not a single sound was lost. Juicy basses echoed somewhere in the chest, forcing the heart to beat in time with them.
- And I think where the Scorpions come from! - I lied: with the doors closed, the sound did not penetrate into the apartment.
— Do you like Scorpions?
- In general, I like classic rock: Led Zeppelin, Deep Purple, Queen ...
He nodded respectfully and motioned for her to sit next to him. For about twenty minutes we enjoyed cognac and music, periodically commenting: “This is a cool thing” or “This is vocal!” But all this time I thought only about his organ. Finally, I decided: “Listen, I look at you and think what are you putting in your pants?”
- in what sense?
- well, like ballerinas, so that the member looks.
- I'm crazy, or something, I'm not enclosing anything.
- No, they don't exist!
- for an argument?
What are we arguing about?
- a hundred bucks.
- What are you, I'm leaving tomorrow, I've run out of money.
- Well, you will send a translation.
- let's! - I knew perfectly well that I got a hundred dollars, but, in the end, they said that in Moscow call boys cost 300-500. Saving!
He put down his glass, unzipped his fly and, lifting his ass, pulled his pants together with his underpants to the knees. A really decent organ opened up. The lower abdomen ached with renewed vigor, I could no longer stop! He must be in me!
“Yes, I lost,” I was “saddened”.
- Yes, okay, I'm sorry!
- Listen, you have it 15 centimeters! And when it costs, probably, all 20? - I know very well how to arrange a man.
– I don’t know, I didn’t measure, – he was obviously pleased with the recognition of his dignity.
No, really, I wonder how much. Let's measure.
Everything seemed just an innocent argument between two drunken men. He suspected nothing (or did he?).
I measured the length with my palm. From the wrist to the end of the little finger.
“15 cm,” I explained.
He didn't resist. He seemed to be interested in this "scientific experiment" himself. He did not even have a question: why am I doing this, and not himself?
- Now in a state of erection ... I took a member in a fist, and began to slowly expose the head. The member stood up as if on cue! From the wrist to the end of the middle finger I have 20 cm. It was a little shorter.
- All 18! I didn't even have to feign admiration. - And 4 centimeters in diameter. Probably all the women are crazy, - carrying this laudatory nonsense, I continued to slowly masturbate.
He didn't answer. I hardly took my eyes off the object of my desire and looked at the face: his eyes were closed, his mouth was parted, he was breathing slowly and deeply. I got "access to the body"! Emboldened, he put his other hand on the compressed elastic scrotum and began to gently stroke and lightly squeeze the large testicles. His buttocks tightened, lifting his pelvis. A transparent droplet appeared on the tip of the penis. I climbed onto the couch with my feet, knelt down and bent over his groin. Admired. A glossy head, like a mushroom cap, crowns a massive trunk covered with swollen veins. Miniature pink "sponges" bordering the hole pass into a groove in front, to the sides of which a juicy roller diverges, forming a crown around the head.
The sight and smell of a member was crazy. Pushing down the tender skin of the foreskin to the limit, he took the whole head into his mouth and began to drive around it with his tongue. He put one hand on my head and gently fiddled with my hair, while the other stroked my neck and back, slowly moving down. I sagged under the palm, lifting my ass and squirming impatiently. Having reached the waist, the hand began to return back. I involuntarily let out a dissatisfied capricious lowing. He understood everything and put his hand on the buttock. I exhaled contentedly. He began to alternately tightly squeeze my buns. The second hand began to rhythmically press on the back of the head, forcing him to suck more actively. With one hand, I grabbed his trunk at the very base along with the scrotum, the other stroked the shaggy pubis. He began to slowly slide his mouth over his cock, relaxing his lips when he entered me and squeezing hard when he moved back. The tongue continued to walk on the head. He was very excited, breathing noisily, the movement of his hands over the buttocks became faster. He tried to get his hand under his jeans, but it wouldn't fit. Impatiently, almost breaking the zipper, I unzipped my fly and pulled my jeans along with my swimming trunks over my thighs.
The member, left without support, fell out of his mouth with a smacking sound and, with a loud slap, hit him in the stomach. He chuckled merrily. With one hand he lifted a member, and with the other he took my chin and pulled the head. I continued to suck, and he stroked and massaged my already naked ass, more and more often running along the recess between the buttocks, touching the hole. The lower abdomen ached with desire. There was a sensation of the female thirsting for sex. And I wanted my male to realize that he was fucking the female. He was silent, and I so lacked vulgar rude comments, as Alla did. I couldn't resist: "Do I suck well?"
- Yes...
- Am I a good nipple?
- good...
It was not easy to talk to him. It seems that the expression "a woman loves with her ears" was an empty phrase for him ...
Do I deserve good sex?
Finally it dawned on him: "the girl wants to be fucked?"
- the female really wants! - I clarified my role, again took the cock in my mouth and raised my ass higher.
He, too, was aroused by this dialogue and my behavior. He took out a tube and a condom from a drawer in the arm of the sofa. Yes, you can’t say anything, this room was equipped perfectly! The tube contained the usual silicone lubricant. But I didn’t need another one - the desire was already overflowing, and after the water procedures the sphincter was relaxed, and the entrance to the ass was free even for such an aggregate.
“You don’t need a condom, I’m not contagious,” I continued to insist on my role as a female. This excited me even more. Lost mind. All that was left was lust!
He squeezed a significant amount of lube out of the tube right into the hole and began to smear it all over the crotch, freely penetrating first with one and then two fingers inside. Exciting chill lubrication and his caresses brought to ecstasy. I stood in front of him, pulled his shoulders. He got up. I took off his turtleneck, squatted down and, while taking off my jeans, could not resist taking the cock in my mouth again. When he was completely undressed, he turned his back on him and, pressing his ass against the hot cock, began to rub against him. He also undressed me, turned my face to the sofa and, embracing my waist with one hand, pressed my back with the other, forcing me to stand cancer. I, legs wide apart, knelt on the edge of the sofa, leaned on the back and bent over so that my ass was higher.
- what a buttock we have, - he admired and slapped his buttock loudly.
I groaned in pleasure, "More!"
He no longer needed to be asked. He got himself excited. He slapped his ass several times. The grease on the outside is dry. He squeezed out a large portion on his head and, holding the cock with his hand, began to massage my anus with a cock. I parted my buttocks with both hands, leaned back, and the cock immediately entered almost halfway. “And you really aren’t a girl anymore!” He took my hips and pulled me towards him, introducing a member. Entering completely, rested his pubis in the ass. Hair nicely caressed the skin. The sensation of swelling ass made me dizzy. He fucked me with quick, small movements, like a lustful little dog. Member walked no more than 1-2 cm somewhere in the depths, and I practically did not feel it. The thought flashed: “Is he like that with women?” I already wanted to ask for “stronger”, but then the rock ballad “Woman” began to play (since then I can’t calmly listen to this composition). He began to wave to the rhythm of the juicy tragic bass. Sasha, involuntarily, also began to move at the same pace. He slowly pulled out almost completely, and then hard with force drove a member into me to the full length, pulling my hips with his hands.
Sasha pounded his ass. The bass drummed into my brain: “thum, thum, thum, thum...” Klaus yelled “Woma-a-a-n you can cha-a-nge my world!”. Sasha's belly slapped loudly on my buttocks. My testicles beat nicely against my scrotum. A huge ribbed head massaged the prostate area. Pleasant sensations grew into ecstasy. Rolled an orgasm. But Sasha suddenly left me. I almost yelled, "what the fuck?". He pulled me off the sofa, forced me to lie on my back right on the carpet, lay down on top and spread my legs wide with his hips. I readily lifted my pelvis. He reached for the pillow and pushed me up the ass. I took his cock in my hand and impatiently put it to the hole. He entered slowly, effortlessly. I grabbed his pelvis with my legs and began to press on the buttocks at the pace I needed. He rested on his elbows, but I wanted to feel the full weight of the man fucking me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him close to me. His movements became more sweeping, he slowed down and began to violently finish. He dug his lips into his neck. Member, decreasing, began to come out, but it did not suit me. First, I didn't finish. Secondly, I know male psychology very well: after an orgasm, complete apathy sets in, and in our case, perhaps, disgust.
I pressed him to my buttocks: "wait," squeezed the sphincter. The blood flow was blocked, the member began to increase again. The banal reflex “three-neuron arc” worked, as in the patella: the brain, mistaking a purely mechanical erection for excitation, sent a command to the muscles. He began to vigorously fuck me again, but I sharply pushed my ass away and the dick popped out of it. He mumbled unhappily. The task was completed: he got excited again, turned on me and, as yet, did not receive satisfaction.
"You're selfish, I want to cum too," I whispered.
He unquestioningly slid down to my crotch, took a cock in his hand and began to masturbate, clearly hoping for reciprocal gratitude for the pleasure he had given.
“Suck it,” I could already demand.
He took the cock in his mouth. In this position, Irisha and Dyusey found us.
“This is how they listen to music here!” - Irisha portrayed fair indignation, threateningly resting her hands on her hips. Sasha was not at all embarrassed, on the contrary, it seems that this piquant situation aroused him even more: he began to use his tongue with particular zeal to my head, covering his eyes with pleasure. Ira could not resist such a sight. She knelt down, turning her ass to me, and began to lick the trunk. Sasha "favorably" moved her head, and they began to suck in turn. A short dress, and in the usual position, barely covering the buttocks, pulled up and opened the view of the innermost girlish places. She was already without panties and was just leaking lube. “You obviously haven’t read Lermontov either,” I thought.
Andrei sank down on the carpet behind Ira and began to stroke her ass, crotch, periodically penetrating her fingers inside. She stopped sucking, buried her face in my stomach, spread her legs wide and, moaning softly, began to wave. With the words “I want you all,” she crawled onto me. Sasha helpfully inserted my penis into her vagina, took the lubricant, squeezed it onto his penis. I got into the pose of a "sumo wrestler" and slowly introduced a member into Irishka, already developed by me, ass. Dyusya quickly undressed, knelt over my head, spread his legs wider so that the member was at the level of Irishka's face. I watched with lust as the fleshy, appetizing head slowly glided between wet lips. The sight of a lustful lover with someone else's dick in her mouth and the smell of male genitals practically touching my face made me lose my mind. I began to lick the scrotum and gently suck on the large testicles. Ira became even more aroused. She released a member and sent it to me. Andrei, obeying our desires, turned around and got on all fours. His handsome man loomed over me. I parted my lips willingly. Ira, without blinking, lustfully screwing up her eyes, fascinated watched as they fucked me in the mouth.
Sasha continued to operate in Irina's ass. Our members rubbed against each other through the delicate walls of the vagina and rectum, causing indescribable sweet sensations. We finished at the same time, all three of us. For a long time. Strongly. With this unforgettable, incomparable, unique feeling of a group orgasm.
Have Irishka began hysterics. She crawled on all fours towards the exit. I already had the pleasure of watching this picture when she finished especially violently. But to an uninitiated person it might seem that she was crying from resentment and pain. Sasha, probably naively believing that his penis was to blame, crawled after her, lamenting plaintively: "Irochka, what's wrong with you, does it hurt you?" I wanted to stop him and warn him not to touch her now, but after the orgasm, I didn't care at all. “Let them figure it out for themselves ...” Already from the corridor came her furious growl: “leave me, bitch!”. “But I warned you! ... or didn’t have time?” I thought with some gloating pleasure. "That is OK. I also got it the first time. Now he will gently hug her, stroke her, she, sobbing, will snuggle up to him, and universal harmony and peace will reign on the entire planet. At least in one, separately taken pair.
Dusya, not having time to finish, remained on his knees above my head with a rearing member. He began to slowly masturbate.
I got excited again. Crawled out from under him and, like a lustful whore, got up cancer, substituting the ass: “cum in me!”
- I want it in my mouth.
This commanding tone of the dominant male demolished the tower. I turned around and obediently opened my mouth, demonstrating complete readiness and submission. He plunged into me, but I wanted more than just sucking. I began to rhythmically press my hands on his buttocks. He tightly grabbed his head and began to fuck slowly, persistently trying to shove the whole cock into me. Alcohol intoxication and the annual experience of FEGDS made it possible to cope with the gag reflex. His head went down his throat several times, causing a copious discharge of mucus. He threw back his head and groaned softly. His pelvic movements accelerated and it became difficult to control his reflexes. I took the cock in my hand and began to suck, while jerking off the shaft and gently squeezing his scrotum. In less than a minute, the head began to swell. Sperm in short juicy streams splashed on my palate. For the first time in my life, I finished in my mouth.
Every time something unconventional in sex happened for the first time - the first touch of lips to the clitoris, the first anal caresses, the first blowjob - there was a unique sexual arousal with a sense of shame from the awareness of inappropriateness, humiliation and own promiscuity. Blood hit in the head, severe dizziness turned off consciousness. Only animal lust remained! This all-consuming lust caused a desire to deliver maximum satisfaction to his male. And what is the most valuable thing for a man, after his incomparable penis? Yes! I began to swallow sperm, carefully sucking everything to the last drop. It was a lot, orgasm lasted a long time. When the cock began to fall, he lay on his back and again pulled my head to the groin.
I put my head on his stomach and continued to gently suck on the head, kissing the wet, soft, but still big and heavy member along the entire length. He fell asleep. I, quietly, so as not to wake up, left the room and went to the bathroom. They didn't even bother to close! A few seconds from a dark corridor I watched an erotic scene: Sasha stood in the bathroom, pouring himself from the shower, and Irishka sucked. Deciding that there were enough impressions for today, he went to sleep in the hall.
“The Bible contains 6 warnings for homosexuals and 362 warnings for heterosexuals. This does not mean that God does not love heterosexuals. You just need to look after these people better.”
(Henry Miller)
Woke up at eleven o'clock. Ti-shi-na-ah-ah-ah ... From the whole body, the exciting smell of sex. Went to the bathroom. While brushing my teeth, I looked in the mirror. Found a large burgundy hickey on the neck, left by Sasha. “What should I say to my wife? ... I hit it! Hmm ... “I filled the bath with lukewarm water, lay down and soaked for half an hour, at least.
Feel better...
Washed thoroughly.
Revived...
Naked (clothes strained, but there was no one to be shy) went to the kitchen. On the way I looked into THAT room. Three naked angels slept right on the floor, huddled tightly against each other. Irinka threw her leg over Andrey and held a half-raised member with her hand. Sasha hugged her from behind. “A stormy awakening awaits you” - knowing what was happening with Ira after such orgasms as yesterday, he sincerely wished them good luck ...
He closed the door softly and moved on. Opened the refrigerator. Kefir packaging! Cold! Poured a full glass. Greedily, in one gulp, drank.
Resurrection...
He poured another glass, sat down at the table and began to slowly, savoring, drink the life-giving liquid in small sips.
Ascended!
And a vision appeared: Anya... wearing only a thong... She calmly proceeded to the refrigerator. As if I didn't exist. Or I was, but I am a closet. While she was walking, no, swimming, these three meters from the door to the refrigerator, he could not take his eyes off! A charming face, framed by long (up to the waist), thick ashy hair. Huge gray eyes, a chiseled nose, as if outlined in a thin pencil, juicy silky lips. Long neck, snow-white elastic, provocatively standing, medium-sized breasts, with large nipples slightly apart. Thin waist. Flat tummy with a beautiful navel. Between the tummy and the rounded protruding crests of the iliac bones - hollows, converging downwards, outline a wide convex alluring pubis. A round, taut ass, as if consisting of two ideal hemispheres, without forming folds, smoothly passes into the hips.
When walking, the hips swayed smoothly, and the appetizing snow-white buns did not sway vulgarly to the sides, but elegantly rose and fell alternately. Delicate velvety, not yet touched by cellulite, skin. Transparent baby fluff at the bottom of the back along the spine and two seductive dimples on the sides. In the crotch area, divergent buttocks and converging inner thighs form a perfect rhombus, revealing plump, soft even in appearance, labia. Long, slender legs, with embossed muscles of the thighs and legs that play when walking. Thin ankles, chiseled feet with even long toes. May Anya (and all women) forgive me for such a comparison, but with her article and graceful gait she resembled, no, not a doe, but a young thoroughbred mare (not in the sense of “you are a mare” or “a collective farm old nag” with a drooping belly, huge oils and an extinct look). Anyone who has ever been lucky enough to see the dressage of these divine creatures will understand me. To hide the excitement, I had to move a chair closer to the table.
Anya took an open package of kefir, looked at her for a few seconds: “Who is the pi-and-l from May-her krush-shki? she said with a Baltic accent.
“Sorry, I didn’t know.
- Just kidding, relax
She poured kefir into a glass and sat down at the table across from me.
- You ko-ro-sho play-rai-eat and type-five has very beautiful hands.
Out of place, I recalled Soviet films about the war, where the Nazis interrogated village activists: “Russian Schwein! put-quiet co-thief, where partisans, put-quiet get a crust of slap-pa, put-quiet to be silent, put-quiet to pick up the boots of the morta and hang on the Ryu peryoza! I couldn't help it and burst out laughing.
- Is there something wrong with me? (With your permission, as, indeed, without it, I will not continue to imitate her accent, think for yourself)
No, you are perfect! It's just, I thought you were deaf and mute, but it turns out you have a charming voice...
- Yes, you are an esthete! ... Where did you study music?
- Siberian self-taught nugget.
— Are you from Siberia? I have been to Siberia. You have a beautiful wife.
- I know. But not the wife.
— Mistress?
- Darling.
“Apparently passionate,” she pointed to a hickey on her neck.
- We're trying...
The conversation started. It became clear what Sasha had in mind: she was very sociable, cheerful, open, witty, with lively facial expressions. And whimsical. I preferred to talk less and listen more. And admire. Her eyes were mesmerizing. Now wide open, now languidly covered, now sad, now shining. He involuntarily shifted his gaze from her lovely face to her equally lovely breasts. She didn't show an ounce of embarrassment.
After a half-hour conversation, she said with childish naive delight: “You are cool, not like all men.”
- In terms of? — I became alert, remembering my recent, far from masculine, lust.
- You are kind of soft, or something ... gentle, you understand everything. With you ... calmly.
It was a signal that the object was ready.
Yeah, soft and fluffy. Think for yourself: a meter away from me sits a NAKED, INSANELY BEAUTIFUL representative of the opposite sex, exuding dizzying vibes. Believe me, my only thought is to drag you to bed!
My frank statement slightly embarrassed her, a blush appeared on her cheeks.
- I somehow didn’t think about it ... You seem somehow harmless ...
“Say more, sexless.
- No, relatives.
Like a blow to the head! I was ready to kill myself for this attack. The deity itself recorded me as a relative, and I ... a male! What to me, sex in a life is not enough? I fawned, tailoring the most, in my opinion, pitiful mine:
“Well, I’m sorry, you really excite me a lot!” But I don’t pester, right?... Will we forget?... Will we remain relatives?
She could not resist this "sincere repentance", laughed: "Let's stay." A truce has been established.
- You're an angel!
She stared into my eyes, said: "I'm ... not like that"
Are you a demon?
She smiled.
“Not in that sense. Have you been gossiped about me yet?
"Only that you're 'harmless and eccentric'."
“I… more… like women.
Everything fell into place ... Damn, why do women always have the best?
But “more” is not “only”?!
- And I like women more - we have a lot in common, we really are relatives! I so want to touch you. It will not decrease, after all, but a relative is pleased - I went for broke.
She laughed: "Incest?", briefly thought: "It won't decrease." Came up. I turned in my chair towards her, no longer hiding my excited state. She moved closer, standing between my spread legs. I stroked her back, slowly moving to the lower back and lower. Delicate velvety skin caressed the palms.
Slow circular movements, massaged the buttocks. Her eyelids drooped languidly, her mouth opened slightly, she breathed noisily: "You have magical hands." I often heard this (I have never lifted anything heavier than a computer mouse in my life, and my hands were soft, without calluses. And determining where and how to stroke a woman is not a problem if you love her). But to hear compliments from a lesbian ... Or not? Member touched her legs and was ready to explode. She put her hands on the back of my head and pulled me to my stomach. I gently, without opening my lips, began to kiss the velvet skin, slowly moving towards the pubis. She tilted my head impatiently.
I pulled off her panties, she slightly spread her legs and leaned her pelvis forward, exposing her tongue to a secret place. The delicious aroma of the female womb turned my head. I began to slowly lick the entire length of plump lips, occasionally sticking my tongue into the hot vagina. She trembled finely and impatiently offered me a clitoris. Having given up, I grabbed this tender bud with my lips and began to quickly randomly drive it with the tip of my tongue. She hugged my head even tighter and groaned. I looked up: her eyelids were half closed, her gaze was distant, she tilted her head to one side, opened her mouth and licked her upper lip, echoing the movements of my tongue. I began to gently suck the clitoris, like a small penis, put two fingers into it and, feeling a small rough tubercle, began to stroke it with my fingertips. Anya threw her head back, trembled all over, her hips clenched convulsively, the vagina contracted rhythmically, tightly clasping her fingers, lubricant flowed abundantly from it: she was cumming. For a long time, with a long groan, muttering something, alternating Russian with Estonian. Then she went limp, I barely had time to pick her up and put her on my knees. She clung to me, bent her knees, threw her arms around her neck and fell silent. Sweet, tender ..., after all, an angel?
I gently touched her chic hair and could not enjoy their aroma. She seemed to fall asleep, and I was afraid to disturb this angelic dream. How much time has passed, I can’t say: a minute, ten, an hour. Suddenly, her nostrils flaring wide, with her eyes still closed, she began to sniff my face, resembling a blind puppy poking into her mother's stomach in search of boobs. I had felt it for a long time: her vaginal discharge on my lips gradually acquired this brain-piercing smell of a woman thirsting for sex. She inhaled it with pleasure: "You smell awesome"
- It's you.
She pulled away from me, fluttered her eyelashes in surprise and, as if making the greatest discovery, recited in a serious tone: “I smell amazing!”
Without agreeing, we, having endured the “MKhATov pause”, simultaneously laughed.
I fell in love?..
She narrowed her eyes and asked in a conspiratorial whisper, “Does your girlfriend smell awesome too?”
- Why do you want it?
- Want.
And yet, the demon...
Are you using me now? To get close to my girlfriend? I asked with mock severity.
“Of course, silly.” She was not going to give up this game.
“Irisha also said something about you, like “I wish I could tear her off,” I retorted harshly, even rudely.
She was not offended: “Are you jealous?!”
Why should I be jealous of her?
No, you're jealous of me!
Her female logic baffled me: I did not know what to answer. I had to analyze my words to determine their motivation... Yes, I was jealous! I didn't want to share it with anyone. She determined it in an instant with some sixth ... or twenty-sixth sense. That's what we don't have: they feel what nature doesn't give us. Only soberly analyze and realize. Maybe that's why lesbian love exists?
“I thought it was impossible, but after an orgasm, you became even more beautiful!”
The intonations and wording spoke for themselves: I fell in love!
She was clearly against this turn of events and laughed it off: “And you - before ...”, and lowered her eyes, looking at my standing member: “Do you want to finish?”
I theatrically rolled my eyes, folded my lips with dumplings: “I didn’t expect such a stupid question from such a beautiful and intelligent creature!”
“Well, I stepped,” she childishly spread her arms, palms up, often batting her eyelashes. Then she tousled her hair: “Blonde lesbian, what do you take. Do you have a condom?
- Never used it.
- Then, excuse me, relative ... She slid down, knelt between my legs. And ... began to have fun!
She played with her testicles, accompanying the sounds made by an empty can rolling down the stairs: "Blm-blm-blm." She sang something folklore into the "microphone". She took the penis with both hands and, bulging her eyes, pretending to be frightened, slowly ran them along the entire length from the head to the pubis. She put it on her face, comparing it with the size of her head, trying it on with her palm, as children do near the wall, noting the growth rate with a pencil. I analyzed and immediately announced where and how many centimeters the penis would come out of the back of the head, if you take it into your mouth as a whole. Sticking out the tip of her tongue from diligence, she tried in vain to close her fingers in a ring on the penis. Summed up: “Your is very big, just huge!” Then she moved on to the “sponges”: it turned out that she also knows about this “trick”.
Are you huge? asked a member.
Yes, I'm huge! answered for him in a squeaky cartoon voice. At the same time, she pressed the head with two fingers, forcing the “sponges” to move.
During this sweet impromptu performance, I could hardly contain myself from laughing and commenting.
The transparent liquid, droplets protruding from the penis during previous caresses, became sticky and also acquired a characteristic smell. Her nostrils flared wide again.
"You smell delicious too." We both smell delicious…” she began, but I interrupted her: “Don’t be distracted, dear.”
- OK, darling!
Her head was spinning from those words she said in jest. I no longer wanted to just have sex with her. I wanted to be with her forever. I took her by the shoulders and pulled her up. She, in obedience, got up and, spreading her legs, sat on my knees. I took her by the waist and pulled her to me ... And drowned in the bottomless gray languid lakes. I guess that's how "I want you" dies. Let's sleep," and "I love you" is born. Marry me".
I did not voice this global demographic event. I, with my idiotic male rationalism (who needs it?!!), soberly realized that this was not destined to happen NEVER. Resentment, anger, hatred, disgust... It would seem that strong destructive feelings.
But these are just childish naive whims, compared to the cruel, inevitable and mercilessly meaningless "NEVER"! Apparently, this killing hopelessness was reflected on the face. She affectionately, exactly affectionately, like loving mothers to their babies, looked at me, stroked my cheek, leaned over, and, slightly opening her mouth, kissed me on the lips. Long, gentle. Then she laid her head on my shoulder. She whispered softly, but insistently, minting every word, as psychiatrists speak to the mentally ill: “To you. Just. Necessary. Cum. And that's all. It will pass." She looked into her eyes: "Yes ... dear?"
- Yes honey...
Not really! I gently held this treasure by the waist, admired it without taking my eyes off it.
After an eternity, in order to somehow distract himself, he asked: “Do you really want Irka, or are these jokes with you?”
She approached closely so that only huge black pupils were visible, with passion, through her clenched teeth, “you don’t even know how!”
“Calm down, I imagined,” mimicking her, with his eyes pointed to a standing penis, “you have ten hours left before our departure.
He remembered the position of his beloved with Ducie's cock in his hand: "but, it is advisable to hurry up, you may not have time"
Irisha, dissatisfied with something, appeared at the door.
- Are you cooing, doves? Well, how is she? Oh what a hickey! (Anna raised her eyebrows in surprise and looked at me inquiringly)
My mistress, who had been doing God knows what with other men all night before my eyes, was jealous?
- I'm not asking how you Dusya and Sasha.
- And you ask! They both ran away. They have snotty, unfed children there, seven in the shops. Let's go breastfeed, or whatever they have.
Clear. Two left, the third is making out with a woman in the kitchen... Irka, in her state, broke off the morning sex! Anya, continuing to sit on my lap with her legs apart, was afraid to turn around, it seems that she pretended to be dead. She just fluttered her eyelashes. I hastened to calm her down, making it clear that it's okay, we're having so much fun, "darlings are scolding ...".
Defiantly kissed on the lips: “I’m trying here, I’m agreeing about your hairstyle, and you?”
- You are my prospector. SO I can do it myself!
She came up, stroked Anya's hair, on her shoulders: “Beautiful ...“. Anya shuddered at the unexpected touch, instantly came to life, her eyes sparkled. She winked playfully, hinting that she was succeeding.
- Good! A woman with a cart ..., - turned on the irony, so as not to give out real feelings. He stood up, holding, no - tremblingly pressing Anya by the waist. Then he hurried to leave the premises, leaving two naked, sultry, insanely beautiful and insanely loved women alone.
“Look, don’t crack, truce,” Irka slapped me on my erect member as I passed by.
“Girls, you don’t fight much here ...
When I left the kitchen, closing the door behind me, they burst out laughing. “It looks like, Anya, you will still have Ira laughed today.
I fell in love?..
She narrowed her eyes and asked in a conspiratorial whisper, “Does your girlfriend smell awesome too?”
- Why do you want it?
- Want.
And yet, the demon...
Are you using me now? To get close to my girlfriend? I asked with mock severity.
“Of course, silly.” She was not going to give up this game.
“Irisha also said something about you, like “I wish I could tear her off,” I retorted harshly, even rudely.
She was not offended: “Are you jealous?!”
Why should I be jealous of her?
No, you're jealous of me!
Her female logic baffled me: I did not know what to answer. I had to analyze my words to determine their motivation... Yes, I was jealous! I didn't want to share it with anyone. She determined it in an instant with some sixth ... or twenty-sixth sense. That's what we don't have: they feel what nature doesn't give us. Only soberly analyze and realize. Maybe that's why lesbian love exists?
“I thought it was impossible, but after an orgasm, you became even more beautiful!”
The intonations and wording spoke for themselves: I fell in love!
She was clearly against this turn of events and laughed it off: “And you - before ...”, and lowered her eyes, looking at my standing member: “Do you want to finish?”
I theatrically rolled my eyes, folded my lips with dumplings: “I didn’t expect such a stupid question from such a beautiful and intelligent creature!”
“Well, I stepped,” she childishly spread her arms, palms up, often batting her eyelashes. Then she tousled her hair: “Blonde lesbian, what do you take. Do you have a condom?
- Never used it.
- Then, excuse me, relative ... She slid down, knelt between my legs. And ... began to have fun!
She played with her testicles, accompanying the sounds made by an empty can rolling down the stairs: "Blm-blm-blm." She sang something folklore into the "microphone". She took the penis with both hands and, bulging her eyes, pretending to be frightened, slowly ran them along the entire length from the head to the pubis. She put it on her face, comparing it with the size of her head, trying it on with her palm, as children do near the wall, noting the growth rate with a pencil. I analyzed and immediately announced where and how many centimeters the penis would come out of the back of the head, if you take it into your mouth as a whole. Sticking out the tip of her tongue from diligence, she tried in vain to close her fingers in a ring on the penis. Summed up: “Your is very big, just huge!” Then she moved on to the “sponges”: it turned out that she also knows about this “trick”.
Are you huge? asked a member.
Yes, I'm huge! answered for him in a squeaky cartoon voice. At the same time, she pressed the head with two fingers, forcing the “sponges” to move.
During this sweet impromptu performance, I could hardly contain myself from laughing and commenting.
The transparent liquid, droplets protruding from the penis during previous caresses, became sticky and also acquired a characteristic smell. Her nostrils flared wide again.
"You smell delicious too." We both smell delicious…” she began, but I interrupted her: “Don’t be distracted, dear.”
- OK, darling!
Her head was spinning from those words she said in jest. I no longer wanted to just have sex with her. I wanted to be with her forever. I took her by the shoulders and pulled her up. She, in obedience, got up and, spreading her legs, sat on my knees. I took her by the waist and pulled her to me ... And drowned in the bottomless gray languid lakes. I guess that's how "I want you" dies. Let's sleep," and "I love you" is born. Marry me".
I did not voice this global demographic event. I, with my idiotic male rationalism (who needs it?!!), soberly realized that this was not destined to happen NEVER. Resentment, anger, hatred, disgust... It would seem that strong destructive feelings.
But these are just childish naive whims, compared to the cruel, inevitable and mercilessly meaningless "NEVER"! Apparently, this killing hopelessness was reflected on the face. She affectionately, exactly affectionately, like loving mothers to their babies, looked at me, stroked my cheek, leaned over, and, slightly opening her mouth, kissed me on the lips. Long, gentle. Then she laid her head on my shoulder. She whispered softly, but insistently, minting every word, as psychiatrists speak to the mentally ill: “To you. Just. Necessary. Cum. And that's all. It will pass." She looked into her eyes: "Yes ... dear?"
- Yes honey...
Not really! I gently held this treasure by the waist, admired it without taking my eyes off it.
After an eternity, in order to somehow distract himself, he asked: “Do you really want Irka, or are these jokes with you?”
She approached closely so that only huge black pupils were visible, with passion, through her clenched teeth, “you don’t even know how!”
“Calm down, I imagined,” mimicking her, with his eyes pointed to a standing penis, “you have ten hours left before our departure.
He remembered the position of his beloved with Ducie's cock in his hand: "but, it is advisable to hurry up, you may not have time"
Irisha, dissatisfied with something, appeared at the door.
- Are you cooing, doves? Well, how is she? Oh what a hickey! (Anna raised her eyebrows in surprise and looked at me inquiringly)
My mistress, who had been doing God knows what with other men all night before my eyes, was jealous?
- I'm not asking how you Dusya and Sasha.
- And you ask! They both ran away. They have snotty, unfed children there, seven in the shops. Let's go breastfeed, or whatever they have.
Clear. Two left, the third is making out with a woman in the kitchen... Irka, in her state, broke off the morning sex! Anya, continuing to sit on my lap with her legs apart, was afraid to turn around, it seems that she pretended to be dead. She just fluttered her eyelashes. I hastened to calm her down, making it clear that it's okay, we're having so much fun, "darlings are scolding ...".
Defiantly kissed on the lips: “I’m trying here, I’m agreeing about your hairstyle, and you?”
- You are my prospector. SO I can do it myself!
She came up, stroked Anya's hair, on her shoulders: “Beautiful ...“. Anya shuddered at the unexpected touch, instantly came to life, her eyes sparkled. She winked playfully, hinting that she was succeeding.
- Good! A woman with a cart ..., - turned on the irony, so as not to give out real feelings. He stood up, holding, no - tremblingly pressing Anya by the waist. Then he hurried to leave the premises, leaving two naked, sultry, insanely beautiful and insanely loved women alone.
“Look, don’t crack, truce,” Irka slapped me on my erect member as I passed by.
“Girls, you don’t fight much here ...
When I left the kitchen, closing the door behind me, they burst out laughing. “It looks like, Anya, today you will still have Ira ...”
“No painkillers, just a stretched cunt, my neighbor has 26cm and is as thick as a bottle of deodorant and most of them fuck in the ass, my wife loves anal.”
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