Well, my aunt is like an aunt. Not old, but not the first freshness. Under forty. Wrinkles on the face are already noticeable. Make-up, however, at the level - lips are let down, eyes. The figurine is nothing like that. Of course, not a supermodel, but there is a waist, chest high. Legs are plump only, but slightly. She is wearing nothing too: a strict suit, midi skirt, jacket, turtleneck, shoes, kolgotochka. In general, everything is in place. At home, probably, husband, children. What is she sticking to stop so late? At work late? And what kind of work can there be? There are only garages around, vacant lots and abandoned villas:
Vadik and I look askance at us. And what are we doing bad? We sit, we drink beer at the bus stop. And what brought us here, with Vadik? And FIG knows, dangled drunk, looking for adventure. They boarded an incomprehensible bus. And how to get out now from here? And do not care, that's right, Vadik. And the society is pleasant at the bus stop:
No, well, she is clearly afraid of us, eh? Come on for a joke louder for her to hear. Like our English teacher? You dreamed to fuck her, didn't you? So do I. No, well, I did not dream, but, let's say, I would not mind. Yes, do not even fuck, but just climb into the panties. Well then I was still a little, I did not fully know what went where: And this one really looks like.
Oh, oh, I was completely scared. A quick step scratched away. And where did the durynda go? There is nothing at all on that side. Some cottages with boarded up windows and bushes. What? For her? Yes, let's go, still do nefig. Oh, run, look. Yes, I ran close - model shoes were not intended for the races. All crashed. It is necessary to help to rise - all the same it’s not good, the woman is lying, and we are watching.
Oops, fights. Yes, we do not touch. We do not need anything. Oh, Vadik, look how comfortable we are holding it - under the arms. You can shut her hand over her mouth. And what is the voice? Anyway, there is no one around. Look, but in front of a house that is comfortable. There we will explain to her that we do not need anything from her, and we don’t touch anyone.
Vadik, look what a cool little house. The door is not locked, the windows are boarded up. There is even a bed. True, without a mattress, but why the hell should we have a mattress, eh, Vadik? Oh, look, what a cool rope. Let's tie the aunty's hands together, otherwise she behaves somehow inadequately. Yeah, just like that, behind your back. Oh, you see how convenient it happened. Listen, she is not obviously in herself, she is twitching at something, screaming. And how in the sense of people lead? Right, they slap their cheeks. Oh, Vadik, why so much something: Look as it should. Yes, I also went overboard a bit. Lack of experience, you understand: But it stopped twitching. Crying only, and head dragged into his shoulders. Woman, stop crying, all for your own good.
Look, look how she got dirty when she fell. Tights all in the dust. We ought to shake off. And that is indecent in this form. Right woman Vadik, you somehow strangely shake off something. As if you caress her hips and not shake. Yes, there she did not get dirty like. No, useless. Pantyhose spoiled. It is better to remove them altogether, right? Oh, like that, come on. See, she doesn't mind at all. Okay, just let them go until the knees. No, better to the ankles. What are her unburned legs ... Listen, what is she babbling about? "Boys, well, don't be necessary, boys, well, please." And we are not boys, right, Vadik? , we must see, maybe she still hurt herself where?
Okay, let me check the top, and you from the bottom. Yes, the jacket will have to unbutton, a turtleneck, you can just screw up. How are her legs? Do not yell at her. She can not spread her legs wider, you can not see - lowered tights interfere. Yes, boobs seem to be fine. Listen, probably something with her nipples. Look, I touch them, and she’s all twitching. And if you twist? Look, start groaning. And if so? Oh, look, the whole thing trembled. Why blushed? Shame on you?
Vadik, you have been trying to push her hips for three minutes. So hard, or what? You take off her tights completely, and by the way pants too. Uncomfortable standing? So let's put her on the bed.
So, let's take off the shoes first.After all, it is because of them she crashed. No doubt, heels are what. Yes, like this. You see, now tights can be completely removed. Bah, look at her legs. Like nails painted. With butterflies! And hides such beauty under pantyhose and shoes. Yes, you need to spread her legs wider. Why did not the cowards take off her first? Do you stretch pleasure?
What is she carrying there again? Words can not make out. Wow, how wet she has there, damn it: No, I’m not pissed, it flows. Panties all through. Well, see, and twitched. Yes, you are pleased, pleased, why do you shake your head. Let me touch it too. Have you forgotten, we are looking for injuries! And there may be fractures: Oh, yes! You're right, through the pants too nice. Feet wider, bitch! Vadik, vmazh it. Wider! Damn, Vadik, how it flows !!!
No, whatever you want, I'll take off my underwear. Don't rock, bitch, I said! Do you want the first? Let's play as usual. I have a stone, you have a paper. That is because fuck ... Lost.
Come on, take it off her. Give them to me. Oh, look, she shaves her pussy. Fucking sub-fence. Another hype builds up, rip. And she flows in such a way that you can squeeze out pants. Old hag.
On, wipe her face with her cowards. And then the mascara smeared. Look disgusting.
Come on, put it. Like this. I'll hold my legs, come on, insert. Wait a minute. We played out, who will remove her pants? And who will fuck, not played. No, come on again. All in all fairness. You see, I have a stone, and you have: fuck, paper again. Okay, fuck her, I hold her. Gandon will not wear? It's your business. How do you know that this bitch has a shaved pussy? Oh look, confused. Shame on her.
Wow how are you her. Look, the bed did not fall apart. “Aay, Ooy, Mmm, Aah.” Yes, it's nothing, I'm teasing her. Broke up, slut. Look, she finished again. How do I know? Yes, when she cums, she jerks with her legs and squeezes her toes. Oh, podmahivaet. All of you, women, bitches hypocritical - "I do not want, I will not, do not touch," and then move the ass and beg for more. Well, are you gonna be around for a long time? Everything, gave up? What, did not you let it down? And she was finished all. Okay, let me try. Like this. So. OK. Well right, in her pussy you can push a log. Like a bucket. And the lubricant to the brim - you can hear a slurp per kilometer when I insert it. And you do not feel anything. Let me try to put her legs on my shoulders. So, yeah. Yes, you keep it: Oh, how groans. Yes, right up to the uterus. Oh, why she squeals something? I read somewhere that the chick uterus feels nothing. What did she finish right away? Once again? Listen, yes she continuously ends! This is fucking! Already grandchildren will be soon, and all there too.
Listen, useless. I have an idea. Turn her over. Yes, like this, cancer. Wow, it rips. Listen, you! I myself enjoyed it - give it to others. Scoop in her pussy grease more. Right here, yeah, right in the ass. Right now, I will insert. Do not climb something. Relax fucking! Oh, put in. Yes, there will be more closely. Do not dig! Yelling like a cut. Does it hurt, is it? Vadik, vmazh it! Yes, yes, yes, yes: Oooooooooooh, cool!
Go, your turn. I'll smoke for now.
What is still not finished? Wow. Look, she ends again. Move over, I want to shove her hand in her pussy. The whole palm climbs completely! Oh, oh, it ends: In order for us to have fun, you need to fuck her with such a pussy only in the ass. Well, are you all right? Finally. Give me one more time. Oh, how easy it is to insert after you. You can still feel what's inside. She likes it. Mmmmmmmmm, yes. Will you still be? Then let.
Do you have an obsession with her fucking to cum? Then come on, act. She already has no strength. She finished twenty times: Her voice was hoarse, and everyone groans:
Finally!!! Let's go home, or what? Untie her? That's right, nothing. Itself to unleash in the morning. I will take the pants. In memory. Tights too. And a handbag. Come on.
So, the bus will not come, go on foot. Which way? And dick knows him, Vadik. Look for now, what's in your purse? Passport. And what about the passport? Listen, what's the name of our Englishwoman? Ugh, fuck, it's not her. From the heart relieved. Look, divorced, no children.
What do you think will declare? I think no. Will carry. Or maybe even in her raziku? Will we return? Okay, I'm kidding. Let's go home: