Do you know? No, I don’t know. Dick his body so tense that it was difficult to refrain from not pulling him out. Let's go to the room, I can not, as I want to blow. Blown - blown, Gennady has his bitch. With us going to the country for three days? I will go, answered Petya, well, then let's go. We will need to call in to your house, well, there you can pick up a toothbrush, buy swimming trunks or something else? Yes, no, I am always ready. Well, are you Olga Ivanovna? Home, well, if you dress nicely only. I'll dress you - in a sundress - the old fashioned way.

Finally, at the request of colleagues, but still climbed on the table, but only in order to spread my legs wide and stand in a pose - look at my pussy. Till Monday of next week - you will not see it. There were plenty of inscriptions in the inside of the thighs. Gene now wiped only, those who are not well erased in the morning from the outside of the thighs. And Peter erased the inscription Peter from my forehead.

When they were doing this for a couple, I got tired of keeping my legs so wide apart, and my breasts were shaking badly from the manipulations of men. When the breasts were shaking, the pictures on the boobs from this created a “moving picture”, something like “dropping a head from the head into the open mouth of the“ red cap ”. This kind of farewell at the level of semiography from shaking boobs all made you laugh. It was with this state of merry laughter that we left. Pictures and inscriptions on the breasts, abdomen, back and inside of the thighs remained untouched.

It was the height of the working day, but in the evening. The elevator got stuck somewhere and we walked up the stairs. Stunned, shame-shame - but everyone is looking at me, as if I'm naked in this sundress. But at night, she descended here without a sundress, generally naked. And then Gena, with his demand for legs, is wider apart. I am to Petya with a question - you are not ashamed that they look at your girlfriend from below — they are examined. Isn't your scribble pretty? Peter retorted. Well, who the fuck is this - am I a woman or these two men. And only then we guessed it - the inscription was washed from the forehead, but the legs! I have there inscriptions. And the first thing I wanted to do was jerk to the restroom on the first floor, immediately erase these inscriptions. Gena and Peter noticed that it was left just to quickly walk along the corridor and there we would get into Yury’s official car, and in the country house we will wash off. Okay, we already reached the entrance. But from the very thought - that I had completely sunk to shamelessness, I was frankly and powerfully excited. Yes, it was so strong that everything between my legs was so wet and it led so cool that as soon as they went out into the street, then, willy-nilly, she began to knead her chest and bite her lip.

We got into Peter's car. The driver was Peter, who was a completely new person to me. But, despite this, Petya commanded: You sit down in any car at once you take off your clothes and push your legs apart and your mouth ajar with a smile. Come on one two three. At the same time, Gena was sitting in front, and Peter was on my left. And that means - I am clearly visible to the driver in the central mirror. What do I have a question and did not stand. She commanded herself: "Let's go." And meekly fulfill the requirements, looking straight into the driver's eyes through the central glass. Give the driver a dress - Gena commanded. I pull him sundress from hand to hand. Have drove eyes climbed on his forehead, when he took sundress. I was all in the inscriptions. Poor man - he has not yet seen the inscription from the back. I, continuing to look into the eyes of the carrier, pulled out Petya's dick. Can I fuck her? Petya miavnul here, well, if the girl is holding on to her husband's dick, showing the driver that I’m trying to dick Petin, then ... And then Gena is glued in: then, of course, you can; and that after all from excitement and from a place you will not touch.

The guy very fussy, hastily left his seats and rushed to the back seat of the car on my part. The car was huge and we quietly settled down like this: I took Petit's cock in my mouth and put my pussy into a drove, sitting down with cancer. He sat down beside him, but it turned out to be impossible to insert me into cancer and he tore me from Petya directly, planted all of me from above, on my stake. I straightened up and he, from the back, twitching me.

A member of it in me did not have a clear rhythm, as when fucking read all the inscriptions on my back. That fourteen people in you yesterday lowered 40 times. Aha, and I tried to podmahivat him trying to find a beat. He so vehemently crushed me in his arms, or rather my boobs, that, probably, the car swayed not sickly. He lowered quickly enough and as soon as a member began to fall out of me, then, like a banner of passing, I was immediately impaled on Peter's cock, and the driver was given my sarafan to wipe his cock. How did the guy moan wiping the head of his cock with my robe and at the same time did not miss the opportunity with the other hand not only to knead my clitoris, but even to slip fingers between the sexual lips along with Peter's dick.

It was in this situation that Yury found us. Already with Yuri, who stood and watched, he drove to the end of his prick with my sundress and gave way to Yuri. While the driver settled in his place. Peter already let me down. And as a passing banner, I was handed over to me, or rather, I immediately stringed the same on Yuri's dick. “Well, what are we going?” Asked the carrier. Wait, Gena told him, in some places with Peter I would change, so that after Yuri went to his wife, I would immediately put a slut on my member. “Well, come on, husband” - Gena literally squeezed Petya from his place, because he had to be torn off from my boobs, who were shaking in fucking with Yuri. Yuri didn’t think to lower quickly, I skipped halfway to Jury’s dick and halfway to Jyna’s dicky Genes, And this is almost a two-hour drive. We did not call in the summer cottage. They just dug up the road. I was literally taken off the dick, when the car stopped near the gates of the dacha. The legs are very numb. I didn’t even immediately put on a dressing gown, which was again through the sperm and secretions of all four men with whom I came.

Peter and his wife Lucy and Gena's wife Lena were waiting for us at the entrance. They met Yura, the driver of Yura and Peter, so as not to be confused - our Peter agreed to call him a cockerel, more precisely, even a cock husband. Gennady very pointedly transferred me to the introduction of Peter's wife - in charge of Lucy. Lucy cheerfully remarked: “that you brought some kind of cat-tattered all in the flat down?” And she turned to me - were you fucking all the way? I answered - yes. What kind of illness are you carrying me here? Gena, in a businesslike manner, got a gynecologist's certificate, on which it appeared - that I am not sick of anything with a venereal today morning. And that most of my ebarays are also checked by this doctor.

Well, today? Lucy asked in a business-like way - they were still new. And I pointed at the driver. Of the new ones, only he is. Lano, in the store I have a first-aid post - let's go. We really came to the very porch where three strong guys fucked me last Sunday. Drove, go to the medical center - check. Well, and you husband and wife - come in - buy something for the company.

We went to the store. On the left there were counters, and on the right there was a door with an inscription. I was stunned by one of the three guys, or rather the very first one that started to fuck me on the porch of this store. He jumped over the counter and immediately unzipped the top button on me. Breasts are not just vyvivalis right in his paws. They rolled out along with the drawings and records. Covering his chest with his hands and rotating them, he pointedly admired inscriptions and drawings. He asked where it came from — I answered, but my husband loves to paint on his wife’s body. Husband? And what did her husband specifically come to see at the auction? Well, yes, but that such and specifically for the auction brought beauty. The men introduced themselves to each other. I, turning to Peter to clarified - remember, I told you, ... Read more →