My friend Natashka called when we had not seen each other for a year and a half. "Come, - - I ached in the phone, - - it is boring for me, badly." I got into my Zhigul and went.

Natasha was on the sixth month of pregnancy! "Wow, - I say. - - Where is the happy father?"

“Gone, bitch,” said Natasha. “I threw it.” And she herself looks at me with a long look.

We used to have fun with her once a girl. Natashka was slender then, she smelled always clean. I baldela, burying her face between my legs, into golden thickets, pushing my neat wet lips with my tongue.

Now I look - - the woman with a stomach sits, smells from it some milk boiled. I sighed and said: “I can not mess with you. You have what became. Do not excite me. And even the opposite.

Natashka flopped on the sofa, robe pulled up. Directly shouts: "Try me though, otherwise I have been sexless for half a year already."

I tried. Natashkin's pussy swelled up, ruins stick out like two tumors. And the smell ...

“I can’t,” I say. - - No way.

And she looks at me all. “I,” - says through clenched teeth, - “I won't let you go so much that you want to do with me.” I want you. My door is locked, you will not find the key. And I will bind you, so as not to rip. "

Here's a turn. She lashed out at me with her belly, from the pocket of her robe pulled out some kind of rope. “Are you out of your mind,” I ask, fighting off, “you are a fool or something.” And she puffs and strives to wring my hands.

The skirt of memen wrinkled, the blouse was knocked out. And the day before, before going to Natasha, I had a good lunch. I ate a plate of meat - I can't live without it, I washed down a glass of milk, which I also love, although the consequences after it: These consequences in the process of struggle sounded. I, fighting with Natasha, like a feather! She already growled, but she would not let me go. Nalilas all over and lies. “Let go,” I shout to her, “but now it’s Dristan now.” Does not let go. I barely restrain myself, my robe ditches, she has tits, five kilograms each fell out, and she manages to crawl under my skirt — she knows that I don’t wear pants.

Finally, I gathered my strength and slipped out from under her. Quickly she climbed up onto her chest, her back to her head, pressed her hands to the sofa. And she, fool, threw up her legs, squeezed my neck and began to bend down. And trying to face me in the crotch to get.

Here something happened. I could not resist and really ka-aka Dristan! Has made Natasha scary. Her entire face is in small poop, her breasts too. She was stunned for a second, and then attacked me like a madman. With a new power.

In general, we managed to get to the point that they both got tired, got smeared in shit. I am - also from head to toe, and a blouse, and a skirt, and a face, and hair. We lie on the couch crap and breathe heavily. And then she turns to me and silently begins to kiss. And from everywhere shit it licks.

I am silent too. Nicely.

She licked everything. I say: "What, delicious, or what?" Natasha nods. “You won't believe it,” - says, “- but it's a thrill.” I tried to lick her - - great! Excites like nothing else. I lick my own shit from her face, and between my legs I have three streams.

Natasha meanwhile speaks as if by the way: “If you knew what my shit became. Quite different than usual. Thin such, and milk smell. ” I say: "Show." She crouched right in the room, bent as best she could, spread her ass so that I could see better. From the hole it seemed - - and true, thin and endless. Everything goes and goes. I walked over, took her poo in her hands. She is velvet, light brown. Warm "Do you want to try?" - I ask. Natasha already moaning with pleasure: "Yes."

On the taste, honestly, like a cake. Even better. The taste is not cloying, but as if it is a good cheese, with a touch of moldy impurity. At first I licked, and then closed my eyes, and put the end of my shit right in my mouth. Between my legs the river flowed already.Natasha, meanwhile, finished her job and fell in between my legs - her dream came true. I eat turd, and a friend of my clit licks me. I sealed my hand between my legs with a dirty hand - - try it and you do your work!

In general, we came off in full. I finally satisfied Natasha too. Her swollen lips looked completely different, shit plastered.

So we are addicted to such entertainment. But then - another time.