Little Red Riding Hood awoke in shrill sunbeams breaking through the dense foliage of the trees. Having stretched sweetly, she saw a green glade not far from the tree gleam and came to light. During a warm sleep, her nipples were softly swollen and between legs became as if she were a young filly. Looking around, she quickly found what she was looking for in the clearing and, as if not intentionally, but in passing went there. She chose a rather erect fungus-volushku almost in the very center of the meadow and began to pretend that it gathers strawberries around this particular place. She crouched down and easily pinching the grass with a pinch, peeping at the mushroom wave. The erect young fungus felt the smell of her swollen nipples and sponges and tensed with all his strength, stretching his head towards the Little Red Riding Hood. Little Red Riding Hood looked around once more and then quickly hid the fungus under her skirt, crouching over him on widely spaced squat. She continued to pick strawberries, and the fungus was greedily poking at her sponges that were distraught with delight. With small sponges, the fungus kissed the lips of the Little Red Riding Hood, passionately wandered around the entire soft, hot depth between the open flaps. Little Red Riding Hood could not stand the deep caress and poured profusely with her lips. The stress head of the fungus fungus also liberally extracted the juice on the Red Hat's hot sponges, the juice mixed and diamond droplets fell on the ground around the fungus causing it to become unbearably hot. Suddenly, the fungus stopped its light wiggles and froze gently into the hot body of the Red Cap. Then Little Red Riding Hood lifted the skirt for a bit and looked into the most secluded created action. The mushroom volnushka stood stretched out like a young oak, firmly resting its elastic head on the open sex lips. Red Riding Hood could not bear such a spectacle for a long time, she let out a low hem and quietly let out a deep breath on her penis. The mushroom volcano trembled through the narrow velvet-lined aisle into the bosom of the Red Cap, and the Red Cap sighed deeply and no longer looking back cautiously around the sides was fascinated by picking strawberries in the same place, slightly hiping the hips back and forth. The mushroom wave pushed powerfully, as if increasing in size inside the Little Red Riding Hood, the Little Red Riding Hood slightly moaned letting it almost to the heart, until it finally trembled with its knees and in the thighs dropping to the ground already a real juice of love. But the fungus-wave did not stop, and the Little Red Riding Hood, exhausted, sank, pressing her knees on the stomach, being even more deeply impaled on the penis-fungus. In such a position, only very attentive and very big strawberry lovers are looking for strawberries, but the Red Hat was no longer up to that. Without noticing time, she trembled with a small tremor throughout her ass over a mushroom that made its final pushes into the Red Cap universe. Extremely pushing himself, and not knowing where to put himself from delight, the mushroom-volnushka threw it fantastically far away three times, and there, in the depth unknown to anyone, threw a huge charge of sperm high all the way high: The sperm mixed with the juice of the Red Hat's love and fell in several droplets from the open sashes next to the fungus, he went to bed reassured, there the flowers with emerald eyes would come up next year and then it would be fun. And Red Riding Hood easily recovered and, peering around on the sides, she kissed the still-hot, falling asleep fungus.

Now it was easy to go and I wanted to sing as the birds could sing. The clearing became large and immense and it was easy to walk along it, it was sunny, and the forest was only far away from the sides. Little Red Riding Hood was walking, admiring the sun and collecting flowers.Counter fungi puffed up to her every time, as soon as she bent down to pick a flower, and then mischievously waved to her after swollen heads. The fur shovels whispered not far away, wild roses, similar to her bud between her legs, modestly pressed their lips and turned away shyly, and important orchids smiled wetly after the Red Hat. Little Red Riding Hood eventually became so fascinated by the gathering of flowers that she almost did not notice the young elf fluttering over the flowers. She noticed him, but she didn’t have time to hide, as she was supposed to, and she had to meet with a famous little mischief-maker.

The elf hovered lightly above a small mound of dense grass and flowers. Important orchids vied to his never-ending member until the end, the rosettes bashfully turned away loose lips or compressed sponges. The young elf descended lower and lowered his penis into the carnivorous lips of an orchid and the orchid sucked the nectar of his sperm from his penis, then squeezed her stretched lips with satisfaction and sweetly melted in the midday sun. To the shyly turned away roses, the elf flew no less unceremoniously, regardless of whether the petals of the rose were already rather fluffed up, or it was just a blooming, untouched bud in droplets of morning dew. He inserted the penis into the bright, poured mouths of the roses and the roses were forced to suck off in front of all the flowers on the hill. And sometimes the elf found quite modest daisy and watered it with its nectar, wrapping the head of its member in its soft white petals. Seeing the red cap, the jolly elf lowered a triple portion of sperm into the mouth of the young rosette who was under him at that moment. For the first time, the rosette copulated was stupefied and her bud didn’t hold fast streams, sperm droplets froze on its young wild charm and all decided that it would be the most beautiful rose on the whole knoll. And the elf flew up to the Red Hat, sank to the ground and approached humanly, without wings, and kicked. But at least he approached like a human being, he didn’t look like a human being at all. Elves do not recognize any clothes at all, and this little impudent man, instead of somehow concealing his apparent dignity, diligently stomped it out as best he could. But the Little Red Riding Hood tried to pretend that she did not notice the obvious impropriety.

- Hello! My name is el. And you? Said the elf.

- And my name is Red Riding Hood. - said Red Riding Hood trying not to look down at all. - I'm going to my grandmother. On a visit.

“Little Red Riding Hood,” the elf said, almost plaintively. - Please give me a flower, or else I will not reach:

- How pretty you can reach, sly baby! - on the fly caught his cunning Little Red Riding Hood. El smiled shyly and said: - Ok.

He looked down. Little Red Riding Hood looked down after him and with horror discovered that his penis, which had grown to unbelievability, easily tickles her pubis with her head. Elf lightly just gave the stomach forward and the head of his penis confidently poked through the hem of her dress under the pubis mound. Little Red Riding Hood indignantly recoiled and flushed like a rosette on a hill which received a triple portion of sperm. Then the elf took her by the waist and pulled her to him, his cock was squeezed between their young bodies, which made him grow up a little more and, as if by magic, at the level of their faces. The little red hat stood crimson, turning away, but the elf member began to gently stroke her on the ear, on the burning cheek, and still got to the pouty inflated lips.

- I do not want to talk to you, bad boy! - said Red Riding Hood, and his cock as a bindweed nimbly got into her mouth.

- Then let's not talk yet, and plenty of his baby - baby. Said the elf.

The elf's member turned out to be a little sweet from the nectar of flowers that was feeding him and slightly salty from the constant sun. Little Red Riding Hood let him out of his mouth, into which he so cheekily climbed and began to imitate the elf in a warm, enveloping licking of a large, inflated head.Then they kissed through the head of his penis and at that moment El had finished. They both trembled in a passionate kiss and the river that entered them spilled out to the end ...