kissed her hotly on her red lips, she answered with a no less hot kiss.

Yevsei, unable to endure more sweet torture, leaned on Valka and, pressing his hand to her groin, began to open the petals of her lower lips. He stroked the entrance to her bosom, groped the bump above the lips and began to rub it, grabbing it with his thumb and index finger.

Valka could not stand, fidgeted on the grass. And Yevsei rubbed and rubbed everything. Then he introduced the little finger into her vagina, and with his thumb continued to tease the clitoris.

Valka began to moan and try to sit down on his little finger.

Yevsei understood that it is time! He put the woman's feet on the grass, while spreading them apart wide. He rose above her and easily entered her, as she was already ready for coition.

Valka could not stand even five minutes; her cheeks were flushed, her lips ached, her body began to tremble, she rushed about under Yevsei, screamed a happy woman’s scream, and finished.

Yevsei, almost immediately, gasped and finished after.

A minute later, Yevsei was already bathing his new mistress in the lake.

He carefully rinsed her fingers on the woman’s gut, washing out his sperm, hoping that the soon conception would not happen.

They got dressed, and quietly went to the village.

Nyurka

Today it was the turn of Nyurki to clean the pigsty and distribute food to the pigs. It was the end of summer, and the heat was incredible. And from this heat and from the stench of the pigsty, consciousness was stirred up, and nausea rolled in. Today Evsei's henchmen got some moonshine somewhere in the morning and got drunk on their heads. In the heat they were transported and Yevsei was only able to store them in a small room for the working shift of the pig farm, where they lived.

With little Nyurka, he himself had to clean up in twelve pens for pigs, and then distribute food to them.

Nyurka worked with a shovel, shoveling shit from the pens, and Yevsei loaded onto a wheelbarrow and dumped it into a hole, where all this was sprinkled with earth remained under it on the humus - the following year. Then they delivered the pigs food, and finally the work was finished.

According to the experience of previous works, Yevsey put two buckets of well water in the sun. By the end of their work, she warmed up, and she could wash and even wash over the body.

Nyurka washed Yevsey's body with water from a bucket, but inborn sabotage forced him to tilt the bucket slightly lower. And a thin trickle of water flowed over Yevsey's cocklet in his breeches.

Yevsei twitched from an unpleasant sensation in the lower back, and, crying out, “Oh, you are a hooligan!”, And poured the rest of the bucket on Nyurka. Then they splashed merrily from the other bucket at each other, until Yevsei again poured the rest on Nyrka.

Nyurka was all wet. Hair stuck to the head. The dress is completely stuck to the body.

Nyurka got angry at Yevsey: “Well, and what am I going to do with such a wet lahudra?”

Yevsei giggled: “Take it off, we will dry it right now !!!”.

"Where?"

"And, here on the fence, near the pigsty - it will dry out in a moment!"

Nyurka ordered: "Then go around the corner of the pigsty and do not go out."

She quickly undressed and hung her dress on the fence - in the sun.

But, here Yevsei was not going to sit around the corner. He came out from around the corner when Nyurka had already hung her dress. And he went straight at her.

Nyurka only had time to cross her arms with the primordially female movement, clutching herself with her hands over her shoulders, covering her breasts.

Yevsei came up and loomed over Nyurka. He grabbed her palms, took off her shoulders, spread his arms to the sides, exposing her chest, and then grabbed her, slid down the body and, grasping her hands on the pelvis, raised her to the height of his height.

Now her head was at his level. He pressed his lips to hers and began kissing these ripe cherries with pleasure.

Then he raised his hands and carried to the backs of the pig, where he knew, lay last year's heaps of straw.

“No need, someone will suddenly see,” from these only words, from the expression of her eyes, he realized that she was already ready for intimacy with him, and all she cares about is that someone from the neighbors does not see it.

He carried her with one hand under her buttocks, and the second picked up his french jacket from the fence.

He threw his old jacket onto a pile of old straw, carefully laid Nyrka on it and began to make love games. He kissed her lips, eyes, small but poured breasts, all her young strong body. In Nyurki everything swam before her eyes, she gasped in his arms.

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