narrow short skirt. Probably, she will look a little silly with a skirt upraised in the middle of a small hallway, and even sneak peeking over the intimate life of her best friends. Her panties became wet, and she hurried to run a hand to her impatient pussy, to the demanding swelling bud. Sweet languor pierced her whole being, when clawed, clawing at the delicate petals framing the wet slit, squeezed the concentration of pleasure. Biting her lips so as not to moan, the girl squeezed her fingers. The whole world for Vicki curled into one small bud of passion. A wave of pleasure swept over her, forcing her to lean against the joint. Her back arched, her round breasts heaving high, nipples touching the fabric of her blouse. While still holding onto the edge of her orgasm, Vika suddenly saw Sasha stop for a moment, and then his triumphant snarl could be heard, with a drawn-out female moan weaving into that sound. Memories of the Sashin's staff, filling it with all its inside, and the burning juice that followed it were so fresh that Vika shook the orgasm. Her choked exclamation merged with the voices of lovers and was not heard by them. The girl hastily lowered her skirt. She managed to quietly open the door and slip out onto the landing. Leaning against the outside, Vika tried to stifle a heart that was popping out of her chest. Having only calmed down a little, she raised a graceful hand to the bell button ...

Citing fatigue and asking Vika to cook dinner for Sasha, Marishka went into the room. Vika was left alone with Sasha. She tried to behave with him as before, but their jokes now sounded too ambiguous. “No, what a scoundrel, well, how can you be so erotic,” thought the girl, inhaling with an elegant nose the smell of a mixture of tobacco, good toilet water and something else aggressively provocative, inherent only to him.

It seemed to her all the same, that Sasha looking slyly at her, did not notice what was going on with her. He quickly ate the cooked dinner, never ceasing to pour jokes, and went out to smoke on the stairs. Vika sank down on a stool, staring thoughtfully out the window. Her thoughts were taken by the fact that she had never been excited so easily ... Out of the corner of her eye, the girl noticed that Sasha came in and stood behind her.

- Thank you, Vika, it was very tasty. And now ... He gently but persistently took Vika by the shoulder and turned to himself.

- Sash ... Further words stuck in the girl's throat because right in front of her face stood a mighty warrior, who grew out of his unbuttoned fly. Anger swept Vika, what was happening did not climb into any gate. She was about to express to the insolent all that she thinks of him, but the sight of the masculine who rebelled before her in all her unbridled beauty did not let her go. Imperceptibly, anger has flowed down the abdomen, transforming into sweet languor. Vika felt on the back of his head, gently pulling her head to the impatiently quivering flesh. The delicately outlined mouth opened, revealing white, even teeth. Not opposing her feelings anymore, Vika gently grabbed the tip of the spear with her lips. The tongue of the girl, as if tasting a delicacy, began to lightly touch the folds around the top.

To her delight, the sashino’s firm and at the same time tender weapon responded with a sweet throb. Emboldened, Vika drew her pommel deeper, causing Sasha to admire a sigh. Impatient tongue, enjoying a salty taste, caressed the entire surface of the most delicate velvet skin, where he could reach. The head of the girl began to make slow advances, and her soft lips covered the rod with a tight little ring, trying to move the fold away from the top. Sashka moaned quietly, carefully examining the process that was taking place below.Meanwhile, Vika, wanting to subdue the animal even more, took it into a cam and began to help her mouth to tame the handsome man. The pommel slipped out of his puffy lips, but the magnificent beast remained captive to the tender fingers. The girl held the tongue to the base, and then began to return, gently nibbling his skin, as if worn on a steel rod.

Her mouth caught the pommel again, increasing pressure, the hand slid faster. Vick looked up at Sashkin's face, radiating undisguised passion. Then her attention again switched to a great machine of love. Throughout the action, her pussy, despite the lack of attention, did not stop shrinking in a “toy” orgasm. The girl has never experienced anything like it. All this took quite a long time, but in the end came the end. Sasha is already familiar, and a delightful juice poured into a grateful tongue. Vika had never tried to try a man’s juice before, but now she was enjoying his taste, which was incomparable and insane.

Vika did not dare to raise her eyes to Sasha, observing how his weapon disappears behind the lightning of the slacks. If it were not for the hot taste of his juice, which remained on his lips and tongue, then she, perhaps, would have experienced great disappointment. Her poor wet pussy was begging for affection ... Her breasts heaved violently, she was shaking with unsatisfied desire. Neither asked Sasha, nor force herself to touch her pussy with him, Vika could not. Sasha did not wait until her unrealized arousal turns into anger. He jerked Vick up, leaning against the fridge. The girl managed only to turn her head away, instinctively trying to hide her flaming face behind a wave of blond hair. However, the half-open sensual mouth and quivering eyelashes of lowered eyes made it easy to understand the power of arousal. Vika did not have time to come to her senses, as her tight skirt slid up along her smooth thighs, and her translucent panties were pushed aside, revealing the swollen petals of the love flower.

After an agonizing moment of Sashkin, the hand found itself between her legs. Hardly holding a cry, the girl threw back her head, arching. And Sasha, admiring the spectacle of the girl in passion, slowly ran his fingers over the delicate petals. They did not hesitate to respond, even wider by opening the entrance to the cave. The love bud also received its share of attention. Male fingers, feeling a voluptuous tubercle, squeezed him and, after a while, began gently pulling at him. Vika could not hold back the quiet moans bursting from her chest to the rhythm of the movements of her sash arm. And his fingers froze for a moment on the bud, as if letting the girl feel the fullness of his power over her, and then the smartest one opened the folds at the entrance and slipped into the wet depth. Not controlling herself, Vika strained the muscles of her pussy in order to feel Sasha inside of her as fully as possible.

Time froze for a moment. The girl, as if from the side, saw herself - with a skirt upturned on her hips, with a taste of fragrant nectar that remained on her half-open lips, with a man's hand confidently sitting between long legs. And his - a bit detached watching her voluptuousness. Immediately orgasm, as if a powerful wave picked up the girl, and she fell, wriggling in sweet convulsions, on Sasha's chest ...

How she left her friends' apartment, and how she got home, Vika could not remember later ...

On Sunday, the couple went to Vick. Marina occasionally glanced at Sasha, confidently driving a car. She loved her husband very much, she could not imagine life without him. However, his hypertrophied sexuality, sometimes infuriating her. Making love every day, and even, as a rule, more than once, gradually began to bother her. About once every three or four days, the girl enjoyed fantastic pleasure from her lover, but in the interim she tried to get rid of her duties as quickly as possible. Marishka saw that Sasha was suffering from an oversupply of her passion.

Once, Marishka caught Sashkin’s gaze fixed on Vika’s open knees. Strange, but Mariska, terribly jealous of others, was not at all jealous of her husband for her friend. And the thought that arose at first was completely frivolous: what if Sashka would have changed her with her best friend? "I ... Read more →