consciousness sent his hand. First of all, he cut his hair on the log, then his forehead, then his eyes ... Suddenly, beautiful female eyes opened themselves and stared at him ... Carlo didn’t give a damn about what he would drop into his pants, but asked gently:
- Wooden eyes, why are you looking at me so strangely?
But the doll was silent - it must be because she had not yet had a mouth. Carlo cleared his cheeks, then he cleared his nose - a beautiful, snub-nosed nose, so flirtatiously looking at this angelic little face. Suddenly, the nose itself began to stretch, grow, and it turned out so long and sharp that Carlo even grunted:
- Not good, long ...
And he began to cut off the tip of the nose. Not here it was!
The nose turned, twisted, and remained - a long, long, curious, sharp nose. Carlo went to his mouth. But only managed to cut the lips - the mouth immediately opened:
- Hee hee!
And he leaned out of it, teasing, a narrow red tongue. Wet lips clasped the old man’s finger and, sucking gently, dragged him into the warmth of a graceful mouth.
Carlo, who rolled his eyes with pleasure, with an effort, pulled out his finger and, no longer paying attention to these tricks, continued to pound, cut, pick. The doll made the chin, neck, shoulders, torso, arms ...

Carlo spent a couple of hours, and now, on the body of Pinocchio, small, defiantly upturned breasts flaunt, and a thin waist turns into sloping hips. Cutting her holes, he noted how gentle the folds of her labia had become and, unable to restrain himself, inserted his crooked finger. Buratina sighed languidly, spread her legs wider and closed her eyes. Carlo broke off, throwing his wooden legs, and cut out a small eye of the anus, which surprisingly also became pliable and soft.

As soon as he finished pulling out the last finger, Buratina began to stroke Carlo's palms on her bald head, chest, climbed into his old pants, gently rolling the swollen testicles.
“Listen,” said Carlo sternly, “because I have not yet finished tinkering with you, but you have already begun to indulge ... What will happen next ... Eh? ..
And he strictly looked at Buratin. And Buratina with round wet eyes looked at Papa Carlo.

The organ-grinder put a wooden girl on the floor to teach walking. Buratina wobbled, tried to take a step, and fell, sprawling on the floor on her knees, spreading her wooden legs wide apart, exposing just-made holes. Carlo carnivorous smiling threw off his pants, and, playing with his, not lost from old age hardness, member, approached the helpless doll. He squatted on his haunches and, with one deft movement of the former man in love, tucked his dick into Buratina's soft hole. For the first time in many years, having felt the warmth of a female vagina, Carlo frantically pounded a revived doll.

Buratina poked her sharp nose into the floor and screamed loudly in a voluptuous way, so much so that Carlo was already frightened that her neighbors would not run.
“Hush, hush,” the organ-grinder hoarsely said, “Hush, my girl!”
“But I feel so good, Papa Carlo, I feel something warm moving inside me.” I can not be quieter. - Screamed Buratina.
Carlo spat on his fingers and, inserting them into a small anus, began diligently kneading it, preparing the invasion of his club.
Sharply taking out the dick covered with juices, he put it to the slippery rear hole and, without thinking twice, began to slowly immerse him inside.
- Oh, how painful, - snapped Buratina, - that's enough, enough!
Carlo did not listen to her and slowly walked in a narrow cave with his yearning cock. Buratina was no longer screaming, only moaning softly and deafly to the beat of his blows.Eggs splashed loudly across the wooden crotch, and the whole wilderness slowly filled with the tart smell of sex, with a light aroma of fresh tree sap.
- Oh, how good, - moaned Buratina, - more, more!
Carlo moved faster, feeling the approaching orgasm. With sweeping blows he drove his sword into the wooden scabbard in the end of a rattled off Buratinka. Deeply immersed, he froze and, abundantly, began to lower his seed into a hospitable ass.

Carlo quietly moaned, pouring out with new and new portions of sperm, and, having experienced her first orgasm, Buratina scratched the dirty floor with her wooden fingers, greedily gasping for air with her mouth open. The organ-grinder took out his slippery, beginning to shrink, member and flopped down on a chair, looking at how Buratina's holes are being cut. A white droplet appeared from the anus and rolled down.

Catching his breath, Carlo raised Buratin so that she could try to learn how to walk again. The girl scratched her agitated ass, swayed on weak legs, stepped once, took another step, jumping, jumping, - straight to the door, through the threshold and - into the street.
Carlo, worrying, followed her:
- Hey, you rogue, come back! ..
Where there! Buratina ran down the street like a hare, only her wooden soles — tuk-tuk, tuk-tuk — tapped on the stones ...
- Hold her! - shouted Carlo.
Pedestrians looked puzzled at a bare wooden girl. Her breasts barely swayed, her ass sparkled invitingly at fast paces, from which the men's pants treacherously bristled, and their companions were angry and cursed quietly after the running Buratina.

At the crossroads stood a huge policeman with a twisted mustache and a triangular hat. Seeing a running wooden girl, he spread his legs wide, blocking the whole street with them. Buratina wanted to slip between his legs, but the police officer grabbed her crotch, plunging a fat finger into her pussy and eagerly moving it there, and so kept it until Papa Carlo arrived ...
- Well, wait a minute, you, I’ll deal with you, - shoving, Karlo said, noting how sweet Buratina's eyes were closed by the fact that the policeman was polishing her crack with his finger, and felt that the penis was again pouring weight. He wanted to grab the girl by the hand and drag him home by force ...

Buratina didn’t want to look at such a stupid way on such a fun day with all the people - she deftly twisted off, jumping off her fat finger, and plopping off
on the pavement, pretending to be dead ...
“Ay, ah,” said the policeman, tracing a finger smelling the juices of a wooden girl, along thick mustaches. - The thing seems to be bad!
Passersby began to gather. Looking at the naked Buratina shamelessly lying, they shook their heads.
“Poor thing,” they said alone, “must be from hunger ...”
Others, with a hand in their pockets, were tugging at the tense pods.
- Carlo fucked her to death, - they said, - this old
the organ-grinder only pretends to be a good man, he is bad, he is an evil man ...
Hearing all this, the mustache policeman grabbed the unfortunate Carlo by the collar and dragged him to the police station.
Carlo was dusting his shoes and moaning loudly:
- Oh, oh, on the mountain myself, I made a wooden girl!
When the street was empty, Buratina lifted her nose, looked around, and, cockingly jerking her ass, jumped off and ran home ...

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