skirt, and without meeting resistance gently touch the palms of her thighs. Just one instant and the openwork part of her wardrobe turns into torn panties. They seem to reluctantly fall under their feet, and in her eyes fear and lust. She is trying to resist, but I'm already behind her back and my dick jumped out of the unzipped fly. She didn’t want that in the courtyard of a birch tree, with a friend of her husband’s childhood. But sometimes the game goes under the control of another, I always pretend that I play by the rules, and I love to wrest control.

With a familiar movement with my left hand, I wrap it under my stomach, and with my right hand I push it in the back. Overshot a couple of times, a member like a wolf in pursuit of breaks into a wet pussy. If it were not for the eggs, I would have flown after him to the waist. A few strong shocks and Olga holding onto the birch trunk begins to push her body towards me. Frankly, I somehow do not really, do fucking on the street, but in fucking like in a fight - beat, run, see fuck. Wow, nishtyak Olga, I'm trying to get her through the pussy to the glands, but not a damn thing comes out. Are you aware of the effects of alcohol fucking? After about ten minutes, you begin to regret what caused the body to be perishable for sex. It is only when not all the chicks do not give a damn thing that a good dude doesn’t drink and rushing for a long time, the right kid stuck-finished, and went to drink beer. Of course this is a joke, but you are drunk in all senses of this capacious word.

Olga restrains herself not to moan, but it becomes boring for me. In order to amuse my dissolute consciousness, I lift up her light jacket almost to her ears, thereby exposing her whole body. It is not enough for me and she understands this, all the clothes fall to the ground through the head. Fortunately, the end of April is already dry. Having appeared in one skirt which more now reminded an intricate belt, Olga looks amazingly depraved in this spring coolness. Lightning struck my eyes and I abruptly walk out of her pussy. Oh high, he still did not pass by, I finish so that it would be nice not only for the body but also for my mind. Dick like a banana, I start tapping on Olga Yurievna's tasty ass. Zalupa falls then on one buttock, then on another, sperm shoots in all directions, getting large drops on Olga's ass and back, and somewhere in darkness on the sinful earth.

We climb the stairs, I know perfectly well what will happen next. Olenka Snuggles in me, wanting to caress, it’s enough for you. Lesha's asshole, I could not help thinking. Of course, for the collection of women I have ebenyas, it no longer provides any interest, but today is the day (or rather night) when I am stupidly black.

Stopping at the window, I unbutton my belt and my cool expensive pants fall miserably to the ankles on the floor. I myself do not know where the forces come from, similar to a werewolf. I lift Olga upright, tightly clutching the halves of her ass. The first time you fuck for interest, and the second is already a thrill rush. On the third, if the eyes come up, they can fail in the ass.

Olenka entered into a rage and with her curator tried to bite my prick. Face to face, I can see what the chest of my friend's wife is. Well, fuck, I thought that. Ay, and to hell with her. She is approaching orgasm, but I, too, have no luck. I have no interest in pleasing someone else’s chick and already dragging my flesh to a neatly cropped pubis.

The hands of the clock wanted to show five in the morning when I was leaving the kitchen of a communal apartment. Began the final stage of my next courage. Stopping in front of the door of the Lekhina room, I looked at Olga. In her eyes was a kind of longing and desire for affection. I hate pity for myself or for people, it’s a pity for homeless dogs, and man himself decides his fate.

Olga wants to kiss me on the lips, but I gently dodge and put both hands on her shoulders. Slightly pushing, I force her to kneel. She faithfully looks into my eyes, and my belt has stopped holding pants.

The member goes to the base and returns diving again.No, somehow there is no debauchery and fun. And I took out a member of her bottomless mouth, begin to undress. Olga is trying to protest. In seconds, we both stand naked in the corridor of a communal apartment.

That's where the buzz, at any moment whatsoever, whether the mudila will crawl out of its kennel and what will happen then. And I am so fucked that I am now with full enthusiasm trying to get Olga through her throat to the uterus.

What vulgarity, as in a crappy story about a drunken husband and a prodigal wife. How ugly, the hell I touched it.

Pleasant and interesting sensations to keep the girl's head in her hands and push in her mouth. Stunned, this is not a trivial blowjob, it's just some kind of fucking in the head. Olga sucks greedily, she sucks in an egg, and then she will swallow bit off of it. Wow, how cool it is to hold a prick in the eyes and cheeks of a young (and mature) lady. But everything pleasant has a vulgar degree of completion. Feeling how the waves of orgasm roll in, I push her hot mouth away and start jerking off, it’s a pity no one came out at this moment into the corridor, there would be a memory. Naked woman sitting on the floor, and in front of her naked jerking man, perverts fucking.

I finish, scanty drops of sperm fly in different directions when they hit the floor and walls. Olga looks at me with a blurred look. Dick mumbles, right fist is white from tension, I want to fall to the floor, but Olga, as if under hypnosis, takes a fallen organ in her mouth and sucks the sperm residues into her belly. The member does not wish to communicate with her tongue, the owner’s consciousness is already evidently quite miracles, and the eggs shrank modestly in their leather bag.

Not forgetting to get dressed, I went outside. Neither sober nor drunk, not in love, not loved, I went to my house. Miracles are miracles, but still there is an unpleasant aftertaste in the soul, because it was once the best friend. I began to torture my conscience, and in order to calm her down somehow, I decided to go to Olga next week, the more she invited.

I light a cigarette, and I already know what I will do on Tuesday next week.