hands switches. Soon they were back in traffic.

The same calm and puzzled look, as if Elena was deciding how to use me, slid across my face as soon as I stopped the car on the empty service road among the tanks to the west of the airport. When I put my arm around her shoulders, she seemed to smile to herself; upper lip slightly raised, exposing the gold crown on the right incisor. I touched her lips, feeling the unusual taste of pastel lipstick and felt the hardness of the upper gum.

My hand slid along the outer curve of the hip and felt the open zipper of the dress. To the painful tingling in the joints was added the gnashing of my earlobe with my teeth. Suddenly the memory of a sharp blow to the windshield during a crash flooded. She bared her legs and began to pull off her nylon panties: well, and the gentle whiteness of the hips at this serious doctor. Looking into Elena's face (lips so hungering and insatiable), I began to feel the chest. Now she mumbled something under her breath, and this was a bit like crazy stuff. Elena released her right breast from her bra, pressing my fingers to a rattled nipple. And here is the second one. I kissed them one by one, biting my teeth over excited nipples.

Capturing me as a prisoner with her body in this gazebo of glass, metal and vinyl, Elena ran her hand under my shirt and began to feel my nipples. I carefully shifted her hand to the crotch of trousers that began to hunch. An approaching water-carrier appeared in the side mirror, and with a disgruntled growl it drove past, raising clouds of dust.

In the first stage of excitement, my cock shed a tear, and Elena grabbed me with her knees, rested her elbows on the back of the seat. I was reclining on my back, feeling the suffocating smell of a new upholstery. Elena's skirt was pulled up, and the bend of the hips was well visible. He entered slowly, trying to press the trunk to the clitoris. Fragments of Elena's body: her square knees under my elbows, her right breast jumps up and down from the nipple - clear signs of a developing tumor ... And everything happens in the car.

Touching the head of a member of the edge of the uterus, I turned around. This small, sultry space is filled with various devices and contains two fucking human bodies; mating pose more suited for homosexual intercourse.

Helen's full hips are pressing on mine, some kind of detached and preoccupied with extraneous thoughts: endlessly chirped about the tediousness of their work. But on the other hand, among the arteries loaded with transport, inconspicuous to others, they could wind up with each other. She discovered an ever-growing tenderness to me and to my body, trying to be supple. During each sexual intercourse, they remembered the death of her husband, irrigating his image into the vagina with sperm, remembered him by interweaving the thighs, merging the mouths, touching the erogenous zones with the tongue - and all in the metal-vinyl frame of the cabin.

Three months have passed since my recovery. Life is completely back to normal. I worked and talked with friends. Once out of the bar and saw an old friend, he was looking out of the window of the car, junk cigarette. Two sharp-faced airport sluts (hardly older than school age) were arguing lively about him.

- You thought, where are we going to have fun? - Nikolay asked me.

He shook off the ashes from his cigarette and continued to chatter with the young. They were not satisfied with the time and price. Trying not to hear the shrill voices of these youngsters and not to notice the dense traffic flow under the overpass near the supermarket, I stood nearby and watched another plane take off from the airfield and rush into the sky. It seems they agreed, and Nikolai suggested that I get in the car. The one that was higher, he had already assigned to me: a passive blonde with smart eyes was raised above my head.

When the second girl with short black hair and a boyly narrow waist opened the back door, None - Kolai handed her a bottle. Lifting his chin, he ran his fingers into the beauty's mouth, scraping the gum from the dark depths.

- Let's throw it away, I don't like it when my dick is in chewing gum.

Nikolay asked me to drive the car, and he uncorked one bottle of wine and handed it to the blonde woman sitting next to me. One of his elbows was already stuck between the hips of the brunette: the zipper of the skirt opened itself, showing black downy hair.

Nikolai opened the second bottle and put his neck in his companion’s mouth. In the salon mirror, I saw her shy away from his kiss. Deeply inhaling cigarette smoke, the girl has already fumbled with her hand in the area of ​​Nikolai's fly. He leaned back in his seat, evaluating the beauty of a beautiful girl — like an acrobat, wondering what a complicated trick this gymnast would do.

With his right hand, Nikolay unbuttoned his fly and, bending over, released his excellent member from it. The girl grabbed the desired toy with one hand, and the other squeezed the bottle. I meanwhile slipped away from the traffic lights. Nikolay unbuttoned his shirt and took out two small breasts, grabbed his nipples and tried to connect them, experimenting with some kind of device.

Nikolay and the maiden abruptly leaned back in the seat. It was already quite dark, but the interior was lit only with the illumination of instruments on the panel and the headlights of passing cars. My friend still weighed two girl breasts in his palms. His scarred lips tightly gripped the smoldering cigarette. He again put the bottle in the mouth of the beauty. While she was drinking, Nikolay raised her legs so that the girl’s heels rested against the back of the front seat, and began to lead a member, either by the thighs, or by the vinyl upholstery, as if determining which surface was more tasty, or perhaps imagined that he was going to fuck and the car, and the girl. Now, with his left hand, he clasped the head of a brunette, and with his right hand he clad his little berries. The girl widely spread her hips, showing once again the black triangle and plump sexual lips. Through a trickle of smoke that never went off cigarettes, Nikolay, squinting slyly, studied the structure of a girl's toy.

From time to time the concentrated face of the maiden was lit up by passing cars. The damp smell of the glowing filter began to fill the cabin, from which I swam before my eyes. Somewhere ahead, an airfield flooded by the floodlights loomed. The blonde asked me to drink some wine. I refused, and then she bowed her head knowingly on my shoulder and seemed to accidentally slip a hand over the wheel. I felt the warmth of my hand on my thigh.

I waited until we stopped again and adjusted the salon mirror in order to better see what was happening. Nikolai put his thumb in the vagina, and his index finger in the anus. The girl was reclining while barely touching her knees on her shoulders. His left hand constantly teared nipples, as if they were genitals in miniature. With such employment, Nikolai was still moving his pelvis, creating a light friction (the girl’s hand was still clutching a member). When she tried to free her cave from her finger with her hand, she did not succeed: Nikolai firmly stopped this attempt with his elbow. Then my friend straightened his legs, but at the same time his hips rubbed against the edge of the seat, then he leaned his left elbow on his back and continued with a simple handjob.

When the car for the first time exceeded the speed, Nikolay took out his finger from the girls' secluded places and thrust his hot member into the ragged husband. A stream of cars rushed past us indifferently. In the salon mirror, I watched copulating bodies, which occasionally highlighted overtaking cars. Chrome ashtray surface reflected erect nipples. The side window ripped up the framing thighs of the man and the girl’s pubis — a random anatomical grip.

Nikolai raised a woman.Spreading her legs wide apart (and kneeling), she now let in and let go of his dick. The sexual intercourse of my friend and this pullet was reflected in all sorts of variants in the eyes of the front panel, and the speedometer's arrow seemed to fix these squishing movements. Basically, of course, flashed bouncing girlish buttocks.

When I began to squeeze out ninety kilometers an hour from the car, Nikolay sauntered forward and put the girl on a full review from behind the speeding cars. Snarled breasts immediately lit up with bright highlights. Nikolai's convulsive jerky movements coincided with intervals flying past road lanterns. With the approach of the next lantern, his trunk entered the vagina, and with his hands he spread his partner's buttocks, as if welcoming every new stream of yellowish light.

Soon, Nikolai changed the rhythm of the piston movements and changed the pose of the girl (now she stretched her legs along his legs). They are located diagonally in the back seat.

Nikolay took turns sucking on his breasts, and at the same time put his finger in her ass. I pushed the blond girl close to me, fully aware that I could control the sexual act that was happening behind my back. When the airport was left behind, the rhythm of Nicholas's movements accelerated, the palms that gripped the girls' buttocks encouraged (or facilitated) a given speed of movement: everything looked as if a continuous scan of these movements was going from building to building. When the orgasm came, Nikolai almost stood behind me. Head rested against the wall, and fists propped up his own buttocks.

Half an hour later, I went back to the airport and parked. The girl, finally, got rid of Nicholas, who was lying exhausted in the backseat. Moving awkwardly, she somehow put herself in order, arguing about something with Nicholas, now with a half-drunk blonde. My friend's cum flowed from the left misfortune - the girl's ra to the black upholstery.

I got out of the car and paid the girls. He stood by the car, seeing them off (what other competition did they bring about their exhausted bodies?). Nikolay stared at the curtain cover of the parking lot, trying to figure out where he was at all and what actually happened between him and the brunette. Later, in his sex experiments, Nikolai will again and again resort to the help of a car salon and will torture the bodies of young prostitutes more than once. Sometimes he looked with interest at some kind of stetography from car crash sites, where there were burned, distorted faces of suffering, looked through all the elegant parameters of injuries, wounds and all against the background of crushed windshields, warped metal.

Nicholas seemed to pretend that he had seen injuries during his intercourse internally, and one thing remained unchanged - he rented prostitutes only near the airport. Using their bodies, my friend most likely recalled and worried about the accidents he had seen, forced the girls to take unexpected poses and watched their reaction.