... First, he took off her coat and began to tighten her blouse.

- No, Alan, it's too cold ...

But he could not cope with the desire. He slipped his hand under her, he unbuttoned his bra and took it off, carefully removing the straps from his hands. Then he put it on the blanket and took up the skirt. Then pantyhose. Slippers. He did not hurry with the panties, at first he stroked the delicate matter, and her hand grabbed his hand so that he would find the only place. He grabbed her panties from both sides and pulled them down her hips, over her knees and ankles. She gently laid out beside herself and lay down again, spreading her legs slightly, so that it became clear how the gray triangle of hair stood out sharply on the pale skin.

He knelt, then lay down, squeezed into it, sliding and slipping, going right through and taking caress. She wrapped her legs around his hips, then raised her legs to her shoulders, lowered her buttocks, pressed him to her, dug her fingers into his body. Lifting her knees, she rested her ass with his heels, trying to press him even closer. He kissed her nipple, then with a force pulled him into himself, which made him hard and purple. With his lips he searched for hers, and with his hand he rudely comforted the left breast. Every now and then she moaned softly from pleasure, while he held back. Bebsi reached out to him, wanting to feel it inside herself, unable to continue the preliminary games.

She touched his penis, heard him moan and pulled to her, spreading her legs wide, so that her heels were on bare ground. He twitched, feeling her lips and vagina, and did not go further, torturing her with the same light touch.

“Alan, please,” she asked, and he smiled at her in the dark.

Thinking over everything, he released his penis and heard the exclamation of disappointment giving way to a scream of joy when he stuck his head between her legs and his tongue felt a moist long vagina. Lifting her ass off the rug, she was spinning frantically with her whole body, and he had to hold her tightly so that she would not slip away from him. She stretched to his teasing lips and tongue, and he had to pull up her knees to support himself. He put one leg on her shoulder, then the other on the other shoulder, and she forcefully wrapped them around his head, so that he was even frightened by his ears. It was difficult for him to breathe, but with her arms and legs she pressed him closer and closer to her, resting her shoulders and head on the ground. He suddenly felt how her body was strained in the last paroxysms before orgasm. She took his penis with his hand, standing from excitement and cheered Alan on the last effort, so that he, as much as he could, stretched out his tongue and was even scared not to tear his tendons, and her hand gave him pleasure, mixed with pain in his head and lungs.

Now she couldn’t hold back the screams, but Alan’s ears were closed and he couldn’t hear, see anything, and could not breathe. His sperm splashed out on her back, and they convulsed in their enjoyment, and their bodies constituted a bizarre sculptural composition that trembled in the moonlight. This went on for a few seconds, and then they slowly sank down on the rug. He barely tossing and turning, he covered both their coats, as the cold had already begun to be felt.

Something touched her legs, she screamed and sat on the rug, revealing full breasts to the moon. After another instant, she felt pain and, with a scream, lifted her leg, felt her hand and squealed again, only louder already, because she understood that only two bloody sticks remained from two fingers. Excited by the sweet smell, the rat again rushed at Bebsi’s foot and sank her teeth deeply, biting into her hand as well. It was followed by the rest ...