I ride on Gotlieb's spit, I caress my pussy, which is why another orgasm comes to me, and I scream with happiness, and the client does not hide his tempestuous and deep personal happiness for this interest. He loves, bastard, peep. Well, okay! Oh, what a member Gottlieb. How powerful he is, resilient, strong, how deep can you put him in yourself. Oh, just not so deep! But so good ... Again this kayfolom. I have to turn back to my partner. So we fuck or spin, uncle? Well, now the same thing, but lying on the bed on the side, Gottlieb from behind, Franz looks ... Poor Gottlieb, how he tolerates this freak ... But how the fuck! I'm flying again.

Gottlieb, darling fuck me, please, don't stop, don't stop! He seems to hear. And, most likely, overeat some African weed. With her, they say, girls can be wooed for weeks without a break. Well, fine.

Again, you need to change the position. Now we stand sideways to the bed, each on one knee, but my partner calmly continues to give me unheard of pleasure. And I try to reciprocate, and it seems that I succeed. Gottlieb no longer grumbles, but growls. And I scream. Right concert by two voices. He turns into a trio - Franz, continuing to masturbate, begins to squeal.

- And now cum, cum this slut right in her beautiful mouth!

I am on my knees in front of Gottlieb, and from his handsome man in my mouth there is a powerful jet of his male nature. This is Niagara! I choke, the streams of his sperm flow over his lips, the chin of his chest ... How he fucked me! Such clients would be like that, then you can work to death here!

At this time, Herr Franz also ends. And also in my mouth.

“Froilian Lotta, Herr Gottlieb, thank you for giving me the greatest pleasure. I hope I did not make it difficult for you.

We assure the respected customer that his desire for us is always happiness and joy. And then he, the goat, did not see how we ended. I assure you, this is not playing!

Men dress and go, I put myself in order and follow them down. At the counter, Gottlieb shares his impressions with Frau Dort, they meet me with radiant smiles. Frau Dort pushes me two tokens before I can pass the proceeds.

“Lotta, you are my little one, Herr Franz and Gottlieb are delighted with you!” So do I.

- Thank you, dear mommy!

The room is empty. On one of the sofas, a podpivshi client squeezes Eric, in the center of the pole, Ira wriggles to slow music to the beat. How good she is in the yellowish-pink spotlight beam. I admire her smooth and sensual movements, then imperceptibly for myself I start to caress myself. And why the most? I go up to the podium with my friend and start to caress her, trying to get into the rhythm of a weird, vaguely familiar melody. And Ira seemed to be waiting for this. She responds immediately to my caresses with extraordinary tenderness. How good with her! As with Sylvia or Vika! It is necessary, Anna Vladimirovna, the associate professor Candidate of Science, you after all also the finished lesbian!

Her hands slide along my back, and behind their movement it is as if an electric current pierces me. At this time I caress her breasts, and I feel how they pour and swell nipples. My eyes follow the hand caressing Irkino, the thigh slides down, and I see that our panties with her are wet, give! But once the thongs are wet - down with them. Forgetting that we are not in number, we undress one another, we proceed to more frank and courageous caresses.

- Frau Dort, I would like to get to know these beauties closer, are they really so gentle?

We, it turns out, have long been admiring. And a strong man of about 35 with sharp features in a good suit beckons us to him. Without reminders, it leads to a bar where it treats you to champagne, and from there we go up to my room. Frau Dort, at the sight of our client, spreads out in the nicest smile, sends him a kiss, and he manages to whisper that the guest is special and needs especially courteous treatment.

In the apartment, our client gets comfortable on the bed, slightly spreading his tie, drinks a glass of champagne with us and is interested in names.

- Lotta and Lizhen, very nice! My name is Carl. And now show again how much you love each other!

Irka is not strong in German, and I explain that Herr Karl wants a lesbian show. This is not hidden from the client, and he wonders where he comes from frauleys Lizhen. The fact that we are a sex slave from Russia is forbidden for us to speak. Bravely lying about the fact that Lizhen from Romania and only two days, as signed a contract. Completely voluntarily, in his right mind and solid memory.

“Romania, voluntarily, is very good,” Carl pulls out, looking around at Irku. And then something speaks in a language unfamiliar to me, vaguely reminding me of whether Latin, or Italian. Irka boldly answers him in the same language. Karl nods in satisfaction.

- And Froyleans Lotta, too, from Romania? You have a good German!

I lie about the fact that I am Czech. In response, he is interested in Czech where I come from. I tell him about České Budějovice, once I was there, but I studied Czech in philology.

- Hmm, Czech and Romanian! And they told me that Frau Dort gathered Russian girls.

Modestly silent in response to this remark, especially since the end of the phrase sounds in Russian! That got to the bottom, bastard! It's time to stop this survey. Irka also understands this, and we, without saying a word, begin the show. We caress each other with passion and full dedication. What is my new girlfriend's beautiful, smooth, as if cast body. And from it comes the pleasant aroma of some perfume. Irka, nibbling at my ear, and playing in it with the tip of the tongue, whispers

- How tasty you are, Lotta!

Karl looks at us with unblinking gray-steel eyes with interest, then slowly unhooks his fly with one hand and takes out a neat elastic member and starts stroking it, and when we are going to help him with this, he removes us with his free hand

- Bye go on, girls!

Petting continues, excitement grows. Irka, taking off my panties, begins to caress my crotch. I, having enjoyed her delicate foot, in turn, release her bud, kneel down and begin to please my girlfriend with my tongue. She moans with pleasure and, stooping, begins to work on my nipples. We are both extremely busy. And here I feel a change of rhythm in the movements of my frauleys Lizhen, and strong male hands appear on its sides. It turns out that Karl got tired of admiring and masturbating us, and he, quietly, like a ninja, crept up to Irishka from behind and drove her treasure in her ass. Now I need to adapt to his frictions. Soon Ira ends with a low moan, and Karl, continuing to use her anus, offers me to lick his ass. Well, for the peaches filed chocolate! Lick dimensional moving point of our beau. At the same time I am massaging my clitoris. Lonely girl sometimes also does not interfere with a little caress.

Good Karl also remembered this. We move on the bed. The client lies on his back, and I start racing on his piston. And he is not bad! Irka is now sitting on his chest in front of me, and Karl is wielding a tongue in her hole. Wielding, it seems, with skill, because we end up all three of us. Karl remains in the same position, while the young Lotten and Lyschen, with pens and mouths, laboriously revive his penis. Recovering, our employer begins to caress us slowly. Yes he is, right, a master! Carl’s cannon is ready for battle again, and now Ira jumps on it, and the skillful male language explores the most erogenous points of my cave. Oh, he gets up. Another little bit more! Aaaaaa! My moan joins the duet of Irka and Karl. Again we finished for three.

For a while, we all lie side by side, unable to move. Then slowly we start to caress each other, intertwining in some strange tangle of naked bodies, tenderness, happy squeals and groans. Our man came up with new entertainment. Now I stand by the wall, arched ...