Marat and Vadim caught the car. The hour was late and no one wanted to stop to throw two healthy guys. Therefore, they didn’t even immediately react when a brand-new BMW braked near them. For a while, both looked the other way, waiting for the approaching lights of the next car, but then Marat looked around and looked blankly as the tinted glass smoothly slides down. The guys exchanged glances, and Marat rushed to the car. He stuck his head out the window, but the prepared patter stuck in his throat.

In the twilight of the cabin he was presented with an amazing vision. A miniature black-haired girl looked inquiringly at him, putting her hands with a perfect manicure on the steering wheel. A blouse unbuttoned a few buttons below the propriety, a short pleated skirt, which opens up a slender leg, is not a bit tangled with the expression of her face. The corners of the small, plump mouth were sadly omitted, and in the huge, black-looking eyes, a frightening emptiness froze. However, youthful carelessness made me miss this alarming fact by the way of consciousness.

Marat, having at last found his voicelessness, hardly looked up from the half-naked appetizing roundness and said:

- Do you get to “Veterans”?

- Sit down - indifferently threw the stranger, shaking her head, and turned to the opposite window, as if she did not care who sits in her car and how many they will be.

As soon as Vadim sat in the back seat, trying to see the girl in the mirror with curiosity, the BMW, screeching with tires, darted off.

Marat, who tried to start a conversation, fell silent after a couple of minutes. Creaking tires on turns, not recognizing neither traffic lights, nor signs, nor markings, the BMW flew through the night streets, like a Formula 1 car.

“Stop-stop-stop,” Marat cried, when the car, almost taking off, crossed the bridge over Obvodniy and slipped on Rosenstein.

The stranger apparently did not react at all, but the BMW stopped near one of the shabby houses.

- Girl, are you all right? - somewhat nervously asked Vadim, leaning forward.

Looking away at the dimly lit street ahead, the stranger shrugged.

“She planted us without asking for a price, and she was not afraid,” said Marat, looking at his friend. - And if we are rapists? Now we decompose you ...

“I don't care,” said the girl, still lifelessly.

“Aha,” said Marat thoughtfully. - But we care. That's what. Change course. My sister and her husband are in the country, so let's go, let's see if everything in her house is in order.

The girl shrugged again:

- Where to go?

The guys looked at each other, still not believing their happiness, and Marat quickly dictated the address ...

- What is your name? - asked Marat when they got out of the car, and the girl put her on the alarm.

“Tanya,” she answered shortly.

The guys stepped aside, letting Tanya go ahead and admiring her at the same time. She was short, one might say miniature, even the tall heels of her sandals did not make her flush with the guys. But she was very proportionally folded: slender legs, around which the folds of a short skirt twisted around, high chest, ripping a thin fabric, small feet, covered with a pair of narrow straps.

Without looking up at her companions, Tatyana walked to the front door and, like a mechanical doll, began to climb the stairs. Still stepping in size, she went through the necessary apartment, but Vadim held her by the elbow and did not let her go while Marat was busy with the lock.

Marat closed the door and turned around. His friend did not waste time. One of his hands clasped the thin waist of the girl who had lowered her head, and the other with might and main was traveling in her bosom. After some hesitation, Marat shook his head and, rounding the pair, put his palms on Tanya’s buttocks.All this was happening in complete silence, only the frequent breathing of two friends could be heard. A little caressing elastic ass through the fabric, Marat lifted his skirt. The girl did not react to this, uncomplainingly giving Marat the opportunity to admire her delicate buttocks, between which the tiny ribbon of panties bashfully lost. Having enjoyed the spectacle, Marat squeezed the silky skin and began to knead the one half, then the second. At this time, Vadim's hand, who was walking in a businesslike manner under the blouse, stroked the elastic hemisphere, feeling a hard nipple cherry with her palm. Tatiana did not react at all to what was happening, completely submissive to immodest hands, as if all these things were being done with her body.

Finally, Marat breathed hoarsely, realizing that the fabric of jeans could now burst under the powerful pressure of a rising member:

- Well, what, Vadim, throw the toss?

Vadim reluctantly pulled his hand out of such a cozy refuge.

While friends were looking for a coin and arguing which of them would get an eagle, the girl was still standing in the middle of the hallway with almost completely bare breasts and a battered hem who did not want to return to the place. The results of the draw, as well as their own fate, did not seem to worry her much.

Issuing a joyful cry and patting his friend on the shoulder paternally, Vadim dragged the girl into the bedroom. She did not resist at all, allowing Vadim to unbutton the remaining buttons on the go. And she, pushed by a guy, fell on a very wide bed, already naked to the waist and losing her sandals. Vadim quickly got rid of the clothes, and his body covered the girl's fragile body, pushing him into the bed, and the embarked member strongly pressed against the silky skin of the thigh. Slightly squeezing a supple body, Vadim pulled away and began frantically to pull the skirt off Tanya. With some inhibition, the girl took part in the process for the first time in the evening, lifting her ass and letting Vadim pull off her skirt first and then her panties. For a few moments, Vadim, spreading her hips, eagerly looked at her body.

Tatiana lay indifferently looking into the wall. Her thick hair scattered on the bedspread. A gentle shell rose pink between meekly spread legs, and the brownish rays of the anus were almost buried in the folds of the bed. Around the vagina, all the hairs were shaved, and only from the corner of the delicate petals a thin strip went up. Unable to bear it anymore, Vadim moved between the divorced thighs and put a swollen head in the cave shamelessly opened before him. However, he did not succeed in accomplishing what he wanted. Dry sponges decidedly did not want to let the sturdy inside. Seeing that Tanya was not making any efforts to make his life easier, Vadim sat down and, seizing the fragile body under the buttocks, pulled the girl over. Her ass came to his knees, high up in relation to the torso, and small feet put their fingers on his shoulders. Member proudly reared over defenseless vagina, and Vadim with one hand spread the petals, and the other introduced him to the girl. Due to the fact that Tanya was revealed much more than in the previous position, Vadim easily dived into the desired depths.

Leaning back, he leaned his hand on the bed from behind and began to rhythmically send his robust fellow into the submissively inserted vagina. For a while, a pained grimace held onto the girl’s face, and Vadim felt that his dick was tearing inside Tanya with some pain. However, he could not stop, watching how his piston walks in the arms of tender petals, and so clinging to him, and how his breasts elastically sway to the beat of his blows. And soon, Tanya, who had continued to look aloofly off to the side, closed her eyes with fluffy eyelashes and opened her mouth, breathing deeper and more often. Her vagina was no longer so dry, and the dick hammered in each time went farther and farther until it began to rest against the uterus. Feeling that his head was beating somewhere far, far away on an elastic obstacle, Vadim could not resist. He stiffened, groaned and, pulling out a member, sent a thick jet at the spread ...