Anatoly and I are celebrating birthdays at the same time and one-dimensional. Usually a lot of people come in, get drunk, and in the morning those present forget what actually happened. This year we decided to change the order somehow ... Anatoly called two girls - the first one (Ira) talked to us a long time ago, and on the other (Zhenya) he met online.

First of all, ate well. Ira began to suck my right at the table. At this time, Anatoly said that he had a novel with Zhenya on the network. Presenting how the show was going on, I wrapped fruit in it, washing it down with wine ... Ira did not stop. Anatoly put it on all fours, lifted up her skirt, took out a special tube and, after several manipulations, planted in a plump pink ass. Ira could only moan, which turned Anatoly on even more ... he shouted spells and worked at a furious pace.

Zhenya drank a glass of wine, reached under her skirt, and continued to watch us. I barely got rid of sharp teeth and picked up a guitar. A very new chorus song came in handy ... “fuck my ass.”

Ira groaned, Zhenya could not stand it and took a simulator from her purse. Here he has already invaded under the red lace panties. The situation was tense - I was sneaking up to my wife. The bell rang, we did not respond. Pealing intensified, I had to open the door ... Peter and his Dane friend, staring at my member, apologized for the sudden invasion ... "we will not be long."

Throwing something over, I led the guests into the hall. Dane did not understand anything at all when we poured a hundred vodkas and started. Then another. Anatoly disappeared. Peter was irresistible ... toasted, and we were almost falling on the table. I seem to be unconscious.

I woke up, leaving the outhouse. Anatoly fucked Danish in the corridor, demolishing shelves of books. She resisted, but was silent. In the room, Peter was lying under the table, holding his fly; Ira satisfied Zhenya, completely undressed. I was excited by this picture and I began to masturbate. Then he pushed Eugene to the wall, lifted his thin leg and planted powerfully. I was threshing for another half an hour, then Ira’s turn came. She again wanted in the ass. It turned out to be more difficult to kick this fat bitch ... Anatoly and the Danish went for a walk ... after all, my friend is an incurable romantic. And I fought, fought and fought. Peter woke up and took vodka out of the bag ...