There was a hot afternoon Tuesday. Through the curtains, the warm light of the July sun leaked through the windows, through the curtains. You were in the kitchen and got something when I went home. Looking into the doorway, I saw you in short shorts and a white T -shirt with her hair loose and dancing near Lazarev from the TV. You stood with your back, so you did not see how I crept up to you from behind. I abruptly pulled you to my waist and greedily kissed you on the neck, just below the ear. From surprise, you cried out and knocked over the cup of flour to the table. The white cloud rose up. With your hand stained in flour, you ran my cheek and we merged in a greedy kiss. I pressed you to the table, my hands pawed your ass, cringed your buns.
“Well, now such a mess,” you said in a jokingly disappointment. We laughed).
I had to put things in order together and prepare a pie)
I went to the bath to wash off the flour from my face. When you returned, you were drinking cool water.
Boo! I shouted, your hand trembled and part of the contents of a glass spilled onto your shirt. It was enough for the top of the Mike’s hip. From cool, your papillae immediately stood up and stepped through the T -shirt. Two small tubercles surrounded by dark halo spots.
The condemning gaze fell at me)
“I admit! Guilty!” – I repented.
“Ready to make amends…”
“Fine! Punishment to you, massage! Backs and legs!”
We went to the hall. We threw wet T -shirt on the floor. The hairstyle was disheveled when we shot it. You looked beautiful, in shorts, with swollen breasts and standing nipples and with your insidious smile…
We are on the couch, he is more than our old sofa. It still smells of a store, but the leatheretteables do not stick to the skin at all and creaks funny when they sit on it. I sit on you from above, transferring weight to your legs so as not to crush you on you. Stroking the shoulders, neck, along the spine, knead the waist, stroking your ass). Then the shoulder then tapping the spine along the back of the palm. I see how your delicate lips touches a smile. I pinch my fingers from top to bottom on the oblique muscles of the back, dropping below and below. I spend a hollow with the middle and ring fingers between your sweet buns and through shorts touch your lower lips with them…
“Ooooohhh…” – I hear and squeeze them a little stronger. It lasted a while. With one hand he stroked his back, and with his fingers with the other he examined your crack. It has already become so wet that the fingers glided freely between the two halves of your bosom.
I pull off your shorts, they fly after the T -shirt and then our underwear join them with you.
You dig into my lips like a pum in your prey, you squeeze my ass strongly, attracting to you and feel how “he” get up between us a solid hot and pulsating. I eagerly squeeze your chest, pinching the nipples between the thumb and forefinger, slightly twisting and squeezing them. The halles narrow even more, the nipples become even firmly…
I kiss our bodies, the fire flows through the veins. Your hand wrapps around my cock and begins to slowly turn it. Then you begin to caress it with both hands with one, you sort it out and stroke my eggs, and you squeeze the dick tightly and release, squeeze and release… Mmm… I am ready to howl from pleasure from sensations and from the realization that you like him.
You on the back I go down, cover your hips, knees, caviar, ankle -shaped so thin and skillful, kisses. Stroking them with his hands from the foot to the buttocks, inside the hips, from which the chill runs on your back to the crown. I extend. Mmm… What kind of look… A small fluff on a cute spoon, no thickets, no. A neat haircut, a triangle, like a pointer of the path to the world of pleasures and pleasure. Your hands go down and with a playful look, with your fingers you spread the pussy… Ooo… As if a persecuted peach burst on the hot sun and now oozes with sweet juice, which smeared his lips and flows further… You caress the pearl with your finger and penetrates inside. You squeeze your chest and caress yourself at the bottom of an indescribable spectacle, but the cherry on the cake is your gaze, expressive, languid, fiery, it dissolves everything that comes under its eyes… And smile… Mmm… Without her, everything was neither complete…
Finally, I tasted this sweet nectar, pressing my lips to the vagina, trying to grab it all and entirely. Grab my hair presses even more, moving the pelvis closer. The tongue wields there as crazy, inside, around, about, upside down, in circles, the tip of the clitoris.
“Six him, gently…”And I fulfill the wish of a beautiful lover. Slightly clutching my lips, I begin to suck him and caress him with his tongue. With his hands, then clutching you behind the ass to yourself, then caressing your sweet boobs, they swelled like a ripe nectar.
Breathing becomes deeper and more often, I feel how your hips and pelvis are strained. I increase the pace. Deep breath… The body shudders, the hips squeezed my head, fingers in my hair weakened a grip… Loud exhale… You often breathe restoring your breath.
Member already at the entrance. They press it slightly through the wet lips of the vagina, walking through the head across the upper wall. The groan of pleasure breaks out of my chest. Your heated mandenka sends pulses of ecstasy back to the brain. You squeezed piles. Your legs are on my shoulders, I grabbed you by the ass and begin to plant you on a hard bloated cock. I feel how you squeeze your muscles, how you envelop it completely. I increase the pace grab hands and just start tearing you at the entire length of the penis. Juice squires between us, it flows more increasingly on you.
“Fuck… Fuck from behind! Take the back…”
I put you with cancer on my knees, my hips are tightly squeezed, insert and begin to frantically fuck you. I grab the chest with one hand and continue to fuck you, eagerly, frantic. Sometimes sticking to the most eggs. Passing with a finger between the buns touching the anal, pressing a little on it. You hide one hand between the legs and begin to masturbate, waveing to the beat. Deaf pops and sonorous ohs are heard around the apartment.
You finish again, freeze everything inside. Your body bends in an adult fit. From everything, this my brain begins to end like a member. I take out and lower everything on your back…
We fall on the sofa. We breathe heavily. Sweaty. Red. Beloved.
“It was cool,” I say.
“Well, yes. Not bad, ”you answer with a smile.
“What does it smell like?”
Your eyes widened…
“Pie”…
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