The disco that day was so-so, only its own, village. I was diluted by a familiar content agent who had just recently arrived at the weekend from Moscow Ninka Dryla. Drylya was a beautiful maid, and now in Moscow clothes-paints looked altogether cool. The men all stared at her mostly. She was, unfortunately, not alone, but with her boyfriend, a very healthy bugay in a fool camouflage. When it became dark they disappeared somewhere. We went out to smoke from the stuffy smoky club. Suddenly Fedor, a former Ninkin drugan, approached us.

They broke up with Ninka after he sat down for three years because of some kind of nonsense. Fedor was released ahead of time, for good behavior. Although in the village there are few who were overjoyed.

Apparently, having spotted him, Dryl and dumped.

Fyodor immediately offered us to plunk and began to talk about some business. Soon the guys and girls from the discacha reached for Fedor, he poured everything from the heart. After half an hour, everyone was already completely slanting and everyone began to have fun and ottyag. Despite the late time the disco continued. After a while, the people began to whisper about something and slowly disappear somewhere, returning after a while. Everyone began to strongly advise me to enter the club room. It was strange. The sorter was standing in the bushes behind the club and was a source of stench and dirt to which it was terrible to approach. But I still looked there, taking a fair dose of moonshine.

On the muddy asshole's dirty floor there was Drila on her knees. Her head was down at a point. Hands squeezed crap flooring boards. So that she could not free herself, half of the point was blocked by a board, and her head was clamped in a hole. The sweater was rolled up to the armpits and was all wet. Tights were torn in the crotch. There was no shoe. Nearby, neatly on the carnation, hung her skirt, with which she was obviously wiped from other people's secretions. Even in the dim light of a distant lantern, it was visible how terribly strongly developed her holes. The halves of the ass were bloody and some kind of liquid flowed out of it. From such a picture I even sobered up. Member rose as a count.

Behind came Fedor. What are you looking at? Have fun! The front end of course is nowhere, only a horse is good, and the ass is still nothing. Fyodor approached her and began to rudely wipe the liquid flowing from the stretched holes abundantly. Then he put almost the whole skirt and all his small palm into her vagina and began to wipe it there. Drylya zadregala. Fedor abruptly poked his hand deeper. Dryly strongly stiffened and subsided. I waved with Fedor one by one. Fedor suggested that I continue, and even gave a gum. I began to refuse, but he took me to the toilet and I saw the Dryleen man with his head also stuck between the drainage boards of the toilet. His bloodied ass gleamed the bottom of the bottle. Do you want to get up close? In general, I'm almost like in a dream tore in the ass Dryl. Then he could not resist and thrust her hand into the vagina. It was very wet and even a little rough. I used to think that the vagina is soft inside, but to the touch it turned out that it is like a cave. I felt the uterus with my hand and began to sense it. All this made me so excited again that I began to fuck her again without taking out my hands, stroking the penis through the walls of the vagina. When I finished. I rubbed everything behind me, and almost my entire brush came into my ass.

Soon the girls were drawn to the outhouse. What they did there was not visible, but the toilet was swaying terribly and in the end, the rotten boards of the flooring on which was standing with cancer Drylin man, failed. Then the girls dragged him to the nest. In the morning, Dryl and her man were found in the barn of the train station. Her shoes were inserted into both holes, and he had a hand in the ass.

They did not declare anywhere, although the whole village knew about it. More Drylya we did not appear.