On those summer weekend, Dasha’s parents had to leave for the cottage and she invited Sashka to her. She decided to get it with him, but to chat about that. They were friends almost from childhood and treated each other as friends – no more. There were many common topics.
Sasha came at 10 pm with a bottle of wine. But it turned out that one was already.
Sitting in the kitchen, they quickly drank the first under sandwiches from the mistress. Laughed, joked, shared their memories, in short, washed the bones half of friends. For the second half there was a second bottle. It became hot from alcohol. “I’ll change clothes,” Dasha said and left the kitchen.
Dasha decided to dress in something light. A short black dress? Perfect solution. It was rather a sundress. It is cool in it.
She returned to the kitchen. “Cool dress!”, Remarked Sasha.
“Thank you!”, Dasha smiled. She decided to shift a little with him.
They drank a little more until the sandwiches ended. Dasha got up and went to the kitchen table. She began to cut boots. Then she stopped, looked back a little. Sasha looked at her with a glass in his hand. Then she brushed her knife on the floor with her hand. As if dropped. Dasha bent down so that the black dress on her ass lifes more. She raised a knife and continued to cook a snack for guilt.
A moment later, Sasha pressed to her back. He hugged her. Something hard rested in her ass. She realized that it was.
“What are you?”She said with a grin. Dasha tried to push him back, but he acquired her even more tightly. Then she gathered with strength and so sharply kicked him a booty that he fell back, while pulling Dasha along. Sasha was lying on the floor, there was Dasha on him. She tried to get up quickly, but the drunk wine prevented her. She stood on one knee. Turned to him and smiled “Well, you give!”
Sasha jerked sharply in her direction and tumbled her on her back. She was shocked by this behavior. Sasha spread her legs and with a sharp motion tore his panties.
“Ay! No need!”Dasha cried out. But her friend has already penetrated her fingers. “No, thanks..”, Not resisting, she moaned.
Sasha took off his jeans, spread his friends wider and entered her.
Dasha fidgeted on the floor in his movements that all accelerated . She hugged him and kissed him. There were tears in her eyes. After a couple of minutes she arched sharply. And went limp … Sasha sat on a chair, poured wine into a glass and drank. He looked at his girlfriend. He would never have thought that it would be. That her flirting is so badly touched by his drunken mind.
Dasha lay down a little, then tried to get up. She didn’t succeed. There was no strength. She stood on all fours and slowly crawled out of the kitchen towards the bedroom. Sasha watched a slowly swaying body moved. It was a strange sight, but exciting. Swaying appetizing ass. She moves away from him. Sasha put the glass on the table, got up and followed her.
Dasha has not yet crawled out of the kitchen, when two hands grabbed her by the ass. And there is a sharp pain in the pope. Dasha lowered her head to the floor. The pain gave way to incredible pleasure. She moaned loudly . Sasha fucked her rudely and on the very eggs.
Finally she finished a second time, but Sasha continued to have her. A little more and a warm stream poured into her ass … Sasha let go of his victim and Dasha flopped on his side.
He took her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. Put on the bed, covered it with a blanket and lay down nearby.
She turned to him and hugged him.
“Still, sex friendship is not an obstacle,” thought Sasha and kissed her forehead.
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