Mashenka Tsekovich is a girl of small stature, she has a friendly round face and huge cornflower eyes. Despite the fragile physique, she has large breasts resembling large fruits poured juice. They are soft, and at the same time elastic;rounded, and at the same time boldly sticking up with bright brown cherries of the nipples.
Mashenka lies in the bed of her friend, artist Vadim. He is to her – the exact opposite. Lanky, thin guy with ribs outstanding from under dark skin. Sandless yellow strands of Mashenkin hair are intertwined with Vadim’s blue-black curls. Masha is also an artist. They study together at an art school. Both lie naked in the middle of the wide bed of Vadim and examine the album.
– No, you look how he portrayed her gaze! – exclaimed Mashenka, pointing to the illustration in the book.
Lying on his stomach side by side, Vadim and Masha examined the luxurious album of one modern Dutch artist.
“Nothing special,” her friend snorted. – You know that I like the impressionists more.
Half an hour ago they made love. Mashenka was on her knees on the carpet in front of the chair, clutching her fingers with white -white phalanges with the white pillow, biting the corner of the same pillow, so as not to scream, while Vadim slowly introduced her long and thick, shiny from Vaselin member. After a few seconds, he had already expanded her hole, stretched her a suppressive sphincter familiar to anal sex and began to carefully perform frictions, increasing the piston stroke until his movements acquired complete freedom.
Its long, thin, hairy legs were bent so that he was almost squatting, making progressive movements of the basin back and forth, down and down, introducing a long, curved on a tightly stretched bow, swollen member into a soft, elasticly stretched ring.
Their difference in growth is almost caricatured. When Vadim and Masha stand nearby, her eyes are almost at the level of his belt. The stooped and skinny Vadim has a height of more than two meters, and Mashenka below it by almost half a meter. Even in a calm state, his penis is longer than the car hand from the tips of the fingers to the elbow. When he penetrates her anus, Mashenka feels like a stake.
But unpleasant pain disappears quite quickly, the girl easily adapts to a very large cock in the rectal passage, and an unearthly sensation of the highest bliss comes when a huge and well -lubricated penis slides smoothly inside and outward, again, irritating the most sensitive nerve endings of her anus.
“And yet, no one could convey such an expression on the eye,” Mashenka continues to say, not paying attention to his grin.
– Look at any work of Monet, you will quickly change your mind.
– You know, Vadik, it’s all at the level of psychology! If you want to see something in an impressionist of things, you will see it. And here, you do not have to have neither the corresponding mood, nor special training … Any passerby from the street will understand the artist’s thought!
Masha speaks assertively, confidently, slightly shaking her head to the beat of her statements.
Vadim leaned back on his back, closed his eyes with his palm.
– And that this Denisov started talking with you again? – without taking his hands away from his eyes, he asked muffledly.
– You start again? – Mashenka irritably bit her chubby lower lip.
Her friend did not answer, only stressfully swollen nodules betrayed his excitement.
– I’m just interested in the technique of his letter and nothing else!
– If nothing else, why do you smile at him like that?
– How am I smiling?
“Okay,” Vadim said conciliatoryly. – We will not be more about this, otherwise I behave like a stupid jealous.
He again turned over on his stomach and began to carefully consider the reproduction. A couple was depicted in the picture: an elderly gentleman in an old -fashioned tailcoat and with a cylinder on his head sat next to a young, very beautiful girl in a colorful chintz dress. There was a smoking cigar in the lord of the master, he hugged the girl tightly with his left waist. They sat in a wicker sofa against the background of a lake surrounded by high mountains.
Masha was absolutely right – the picture was drawn exactly like a photograph, and any layman at first glance would understand what is about in the picture. The girl’s slightly narrowed eyes smiled slyly, as if to say: « yes, now you are my master, but I am much younger and stronger than you. I miss your senile caresses, and this morning I surrendered to your driver in a garden house.»
According to the very cut of the picture, the silhouette of a man with a driver’s cap on his head was really barely looming. Neither his eye nor expression was visible, only a lacquered visor of a cap. But his shadow fell on the girl’s long, crossed legs, almost reaching a deep neckline, boldly exposing strong tanned breasts.
The whole picture literally breathed erotic lust, frankly exciting the viewer with complicity in treason of a slutty keeper with the owner of the owner.
Vadim sighed.
Denisov really painted great. Especially pencil drawings, both black and white and color. But why does she glue to him, although each time he says that he loves only one!
Vadim again felt an acute injection of jealousy. He squinted at Masha and saw that she was studying him on the side, frowning with thin light eyebrows and squeezing the pink lips.
– Vadik, how much can you repeat, except you have no one!
He pulled her head to him, kissed his ajar full lips. His tongue slipped inside her hot mouth, collided with her tongue, weaved with him into a single whole.
“Mmmm,” Masha groaned.
Vadim’s hands clasped her aspen waist, and his huge brushes were easily closed on her white back. Without effort, raising a thin girl by the waist, he put her on himself, facing his face, continuing to passionately kiss her on the lips.
His knotted fingers slipped into a deep and soft crevice between her round, full buttocks and found a half -open hole, still wet from their recent exercises. Vadim entered her sphincter with his index finger, feeling the sticky remnants of his sperm on the smooth walls of her rectum.
– Maybe one more time? He asked, almost without removing his lips from her mouth.
“Why ask … The second time I am always more pleasant,” Mashenka breathed hotly, fidgeting a little with excitement on a long, bony, stretching body. Somewhere at the level of her small knees, a little higher, the hot pulsation of his swelling member was already felt.
The lanky Vadim was lying on his back in the middle of the bed, holding on himself a tiny girl, like an inch. His mosenic legs hung out of bed, clearly not adapted to basketball players.
With a soft movement, he turned Mashenka’s face to his rearing member and, clasping her with muscular hands behind the fragile waist, sat down a little, so that her face was in the immediate vicinity of his gigantic erection.
Masha immediately grabbed with both hands by his giant member and tried to squeeze a large purple head in her small mouth like an apple, like an apple, like an apple. The open jaws and tightly stretching lips around his member clearly spoke about how difficult she managed to take his head in her mouth. At the same time, she felt the rough tongue of her fellow student licks over the entire length of an oozing crevice between swollen labia.
They sucked and licked the most sensitive zones from each other. Vadim massaged the open flower of her anus with two fingers reduced together.
Finally, he again turned her face to him, threw her smooth legs on his shoulders, letting his hands under them and, hugging her, like a globe, the ass, began to carefully put the fossa of the anal sphincter on the disproportionately large knight of the penis, now wet and brilliantly brilliantFrom a saliva machine.
“Ahhh,” Mashenka moaned again, taking a huge male phallus into her insides.
She tried even to relax the anal muscle even more, straining, as in the toilet. There was a loud obscene sound from the air, expelled from her slippery gut, but no one laughed. In the silence of the room, only their hoarse, intermittent breathing was heard.
She sank over the entire length of his formidable gun, touching the velvety skin of his buttocks of his full scrotum lying like a wrinkled and hairy wallet on his hips.
Vadim began to lift and lower it a little, but she had already managed to squeeze after their first act, and his member with great difficulty overcame the resistance of the hot tightness of her anal canal.
With great precautions, he took off the girl from his tense penis, lubricated her gaping sphincter with Vaselin, covered them abundantly as a Banner, like a Banner, and again began to plant a Mashenka on himself.
Now it has become much easier for them, and soon his brilliant erected member powerfully scurryed a shuttle in her anus.
Slogging loud sounds accompanied their anal copulation, embarrassing the reddened Masha, but at the same time exciting her partner even more strongly.
“Chvak – Chvak – Chvak,” was heard in the room against the background of their rapid breathing.
Mashenka moaned weakly, her small, almost children’s fingers flashed over an inflamed clitoris, describing the small circles around him. A series of almost incessant orgasms shook her body, she did not think anything, shaking her head limp in different directions, tickling her lover unshaven face with her lover loose hair.
“Ahhhh,” Vadim cried.
His fat cock seemed to expand even more and began to throw out a viscous whitish fluid into the irritated depths of the Mashenkin intestine with convulsive shocks.
He fell on his back, shaking in a powerful orgasm, not letting a tender girlish body out of his rude hands for a minute.
Masha buried her sweaty face in his neck, she breathed heavily, her gut was seething with unprecedented sensations.
Little by little, they calmed down, breathing leveled off.
His penis went limp, and the sphincter almost reflexively pushed him out ..
An hour later she went home, taking with her an album of the Dutchman.
* * * – And how do you find her gaze? – asked Masha.
She lay next to Ilya Denisov, and they considered reproductions in the album.
A few minutes ago, he poured an unimaginable amount of sperm into her anal passage, she was afraid to stain the sheet, so they both lay on her stomach, feeling pleasant relaxation after violent sex.- I would say that there is a small overkill with this grin, but in general the impression is the most pleasant.
“It seems to me that Monet still transfers the psychology of relations better,” said Masha.
– And what Monet?! Only Vadim is obsessed with it – he walks everywhere and only does what he was taldy: « Monet, Monet ».
He stared suspiciously at her face, but stumbled upon the serene blue depth of her gaze and looked away to the side.
– Why are you so, Ilyusha, you know, besides you, I have no one!
In response, he silently pressed her bright head to him, inhaling the stupefying aroma of her loose, long hair.
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