Alexey unzipped his fly and took out a wet cock with two fingers. He was already in the pants in a pant, and in the air he stretched out on the front at attention, numb in desire. And, just as cold, the birds breaking up into pieces, threw invisible lightning into the space between Catherine's light gray eyes. She immediately fell to her knees, her hands trembling as in a fever, grasped this large hot phallus and, with a cat's moan of lust, swallowed almost to the root, choking and sharply bastard.

A long sigh escaped from Alexei’s mouth. He lowered his pants and took Catherine by the head. A raw draft aroused crispy leaves; being disturbed by a sudden movement, the hedgehog jumped out of the shelter and immediately again disappeared under a rassohshemsya stem of the aspen, which was dumped by the storm. There was an incomprehensible sadness in the air ... as if in memory of a bygone love. Crane wedges languidly stretched under the smoking clouds, somewhere in the distance the perforator cracked tearfully.

- You feel good? - Catherine raised her head, not stopping the movement of hands.

“Yes, yes, come on, come on,” Alexey impatiently pushed the prick on her lips.

At high speed, a black Nissan Patrol rushed past. Startled, the mischievous tit emitted a drop of feces. An annoying thought spun in a spiral ... "what if ... what if ... what if ..." And the futility of being, the relentless wall of rising before Catherine's sweaty face, suddenly got the smell of old-forgotten grandmother's meatballs and crimson hue of strawberry. Worms moved inside. Saliva dripped down her chin. Alexei's teeth barely audibly creaked. Unable to restrain himself, he let out a long gas.

Zoya staggered along the side of the road. She stopped. She vomited again. His head ached a bit, the entrances of the perineum were rubbed to the red. She wanted to sit down. But where? Looking back, she noticed a reinforced concrete block among the trees. Sweet rygot zakokotala in sour with a hangover pipes. Frog steeply jumped. The icy air strived to snatch for bald pubis.

“Faster ...” Alexey squeezed Catherine’s head with both hands, moving it in with a pelvis.

“What a fool I am, after all!” - With perceptible disgust, Zoya curled up on dirty concrete, - “I could guess that the guys are bothering everything. The store was Fedya and Glistogon. Uncle Seryozha discovered poison in a vacuum cleaner and nailed Irku with a wrench. Boris warned correctly, but I did not believe, did not believe ... The General's cigarette case is now gone! But why do human lips excite me so much? ... ”

With a flick, she took a plastic bag out of her pocket, opened it, and inhaled the fragrance that had flowed from inside. The hangover was eclipsed by excitement. With her free hand, she reached under her skirt, behind a cozy envelope of panties wet from sperm.

Catherine gasped. If her feet were not shod in half boots, it would be clear how her fingers twisted and turned white with mother-of-pearl pedicure. She squeezed her knees, squeezed her knees with all her might. Alexey breathed heavily with his mouth, his face reddened, his back fluttered ... a bitter seed filled Catherine's mouth with hot streams.

Zoe leaned the opened bag against her face. Cold lips resembled slugs. There were a lot of them ... 300 grams, or even more. Female lips with traces of lipstick. Male, with remnants of stubble on unevenly cut flesh. Baby, lethargic, tender. In the same package was Alexey's eye and three fingers from the right foot of Glistogon.

Catherine silently swallowed the seed. A few bubbly drops from the saliva still slipped out, flowed over the gate. Alexey puffed with relief. His legs trembled slightly. Stretching a noticeably blown-up member from Catherine's glossy lips, he began to knead his fingers. Closing her eyes, the woman was pretty smiling. Here is a stream of clear urine elastically hammered into her face.

- Ah ... - Catherine smiled wider, exposing her gums, with visible pleasure putting her face under the hot stream.Alexey pissed and pissed, and it seemed to her that inexplicably tart inflorescences bloom in the sweetly itchy bones of a flying skull. These inflorescences sparkled like welding. Unbearably shone the cold fire of renunciation. This electric punch fire penetrated its depths, into the uterus itself, and vibrated there with a shooting geyser. With a long moan, Catherine finished, falling on her back and emptying her rectum.

- Yepponsky god ... - Alexei intensely peered into the distance, hastily clasping.

- BUT? What are you, Alyoshk?

- There! - He showed a shaking finger between the trees, - That woman. Because of which, I fucking lost my eyes!

Close to orgasm, with the package pressed to her face, Zoya was writhing on a concrete slab. They ran up from the side. Catherine threw in her feces that had not yet cooled down, and Alexei hit him in the side with sharpening several times. Squeezing the bag convulsively, she took off running, but they overtook, pounced, threw themselves into the mud, kicked her face hard.

Zoe vehemently resisted. After some time, she even managed to jump up and run a few steps, but then she fell again, stumbling over Uncle Sergei's body.

- Hold her! - Aleksey, who arrived in time, leaned on top, trying to hit with a sharpening throat.

Catherine, squatting, struck on the head with a piece of brick. Having dodged one of the blows, Zoe managed to grab Alexey's thumb and bite off his teeth. The finger, however, uncomfortably stuck in the mouth and almost slipped into the throat. Zoya frantically twitched, freeing herself from screaming flesh and broken teeth; immediately Catherine struck her with the strongest and most accurate blow to the crown, instantly depriving her of consciousness.

- Nit. - Alexey picked her eye and pressed on the sharpening handle ... breaking a thin bone, the steel sting went deep into the brain. Catherine tore off a burst eye, like a ripe gooseberry and slowly sent into her mouth. Alexey squeezed the second in a frenzy, raised it to his lips, but then he turned pale and vomited red.

Catherine raised her thumb from the ground and the package with her lips. Sweat ran down his cheeks. Her little shaking.

- Alesh, did you drink Fedkina blood or what? - She picked the vomit with suspicion, - We agreed ...

- What are you, ohrenel? - Somehow Alexey cried out too roughly, wiping his mouth with Zoya cowards (he managed to cut them with a folding knife found in his pocket).

Catherine shrugged her shoulders, pulled Uncle Sergei's body to herself and, tearing up her trousers with a screwdriver, took out a powerlessly cringe member.

- This dick will not rise again. - She stated impartially and, taking Alex's knife, cut the dick under the root and put it in the bag.

- Give me a finger! - Aleksey demanded, sniffing into his underpants.

But Catherine, continuing to smile, stood up, exposing the burly buttocks, and, brushing the bitten finger with her saliva, pushed herself into the anus ...

- The boy in the pope was picking, the boy's dick rose, but, feeling the taste of shit, he was frightened, a mean coward!

- Is it me scared? - Alex got up and, staggering, approached Catherine, unbuttoning his pants.

- Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! - mischievously she cried, slapping on her back and jerking her legs.

- I'll kill you! ... - Alexey jumped from above, holding Ekaterina’s mouth and nose with scraps of panties.

And then Boris (who had just returned from an important meeting) overtook those who had been absorbed in mutual lust, and, running up from behind, almost at eight o'clock, fired eight rounds of them at the edge of his pump-action shotgun. The rifle cartridges were equipped with shot. Catherine and Alexei went limp, convulsing, twitching. Boris picked up the package with his lips and, sitting down on a stump, he began to call a hedgehog and birds to a meal with a conditional whistle.

After a quarter of an hour, the cautious beasts began to look out of hiding places.

The first to come was Valentin Petrovich Lastochkin, Honored Artist of the USSR with spikes of epoxy resin. Behind him came Robert Blown with nylon feathers and a rubber beak. Alevtina Walkaya crawled crawling coyly; rustling of fallen leaves, George Bzdiak sat down.

- Help yourself, brothers dear! - Boris solemnly addressed them, pouring the contents of the package onto Uncle Sergei's spread jacket.- Our meal is modest, but soulful. The national and subcutaneous were interwoven in it by a single tangle of bilious virtue. The speckled moon wants blood, but we will be hard as statues and will not offend the sacred flesh and umbilical cord of our cold ancestors. We will eat only ice cream. We will pick berries and pubic smoking needles. Let us rejoice, my brothers!

The beasts began to eat, smacking loudly, and Boris wept in affection, dropping tears on the oily shining edge of the crop. Then he took out a syringe, made himself an injection, urinated on a bush of wild raspberries, cut off and collected in an opaque plastic bag the heads of Zoya, Uncle Seryozha, Ekaterina and Alexei (in that order), and smoothly withdrew.