Early in the morning, Buratina tiptoed, so as not to wake a satisfied Carlo, who blissfully rolled his devastated eggs, washed her holes that had worked well for the night, put the alphabet in her purse and, skipping, ran to school. On the way, she didn’t even look at the sweets exhibited in the shops — poppy seeds on honey triangles, sweet as a virgin vagina, pies and lollipops in the form of thick limbs impaled on a stick.

She did not want to look at the boys who were flying a kite ... The striped cat Basilio, who could be grabbed by the tail, crossed the street. But, remembering Shushary's hefty sausage, which was tearing at her small crack, Buratina kept from it.

The closer she got to school, the louder nearby, on the shores of the Mediterranean, was cheerful music.
“Pee pee pee,” the flute squeaked.
“La la la la,” the violin sang.
“Dzin-dzin,” the copper plates clinked.
- Boom! - beat the drum.
The school should be turned right, the music was heard on the left. Buratina began to stumble. The legs themselves turned to the sea, where:
- Pee pee, piiiii ...
- Dzhin-lala, Dzhin-la-la ...
- Boom!
“But the school will not go anywhere,” Buratina began to speak loudly to herself, “I’ll just look and listen, and run to school.”
What is the spirit, she set off to run to the sea. Short paper skirt with each step pulled up higher, exposing the round buttocks. The wind, with a smile, tickled it between the legs, which was why it began sweetly to lower the abdomen, and the first droplets ran down the thighs. She saw a canvas farce decorated with colorful flags flapping from the sea wind.

Above the booth, priplyasyvaya, played by four musicians. Downstairs, full, smiling with a huge, like a watermelon, breast aunt selling tickets. Her eyes glittered wetly. She somehow strangely shifted from one foot to the other, occasionally nibbling her parted lips. Her chest heaved with quick breathing. Large pink nipples half peeking out of the plunging neckline. From the coarse fabric of the dress and the excitement, they were stiff and filled with lust, and now the gentle breeze fell on them with a marvelous coolness. The boys looked at them with interest, tugging at something in their pockets, and the girls snorted contemptuously.

Near the entrance stood a large crowd - soldiers, lemonade vendors, nurse with babies, firefighters, postmen - everyone, everyone read a big poster:
PUPPET SHOW
ONLY ONE SUBMISSION
Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!

Buratina pulled one boy by the sleeve:
- Tell me, please, how much is the entrance ticket?
The boy looked at her from head to toe, holding a greedy look on the mounds of the breasts, and, without haste, answered through his teeth:
“Four soldos, wooden girl.”
- You see, boy, I forgot my wallet at home. Can you lend me four dollars? ..
The boy whistled contemptuously:
- Found a fool! ..
- I really want to see a puppet theater! - through tears said Buratina. - Buy me for my four soldies my lovely jacket ...
“A paper jacket for four soldies?” Look for the fool.
- Well, then my pretty cap ...
- Your cap only catch tadpoles ... Look for the fool.
Buratina even had a cold nose - she wanted to get into the theater. Thoughts in a wooden head danced feverishly. She wanted to offer an alphabet, but remembering how difficult it was to get her dad Carlo, large tears came to her eyes.
“Boy, what do you want in this case? ...” she said in a trembling voice.
“I will give you three sales, if right now, behind this circus, you will spread your wooden legs a little wider and you will grip the silly paper skirt, allowing me to play with you.

Now Buratina has got cold not only his nose. She realized that she wanted an unbearable boy from her, but she remembered that she promised Carlo to be only him, and no one else. And this rascal ... How dare he suggest that? She did not notice how hungry her vagina was, and her thoughts became different. “Surely he has a small short member and thin fingers, and I will not even get any pleasure from it. “- Buratina thought, -“ and if I do not get pleasure, will I deceive father Carlo? ”
“But a ticket costs four dollars.” Where did I get another one?
The boy's face broke into an ugly grin.
“And one soldo,” he answered, “you will receive if not a drop of my seed spills past your wooden mouth.”
Buratina stared at the toe of her shoe, unable to look up.
- Of course, I can take your alphabet ...
- Not!! - screamed the girl.

Barely moving, suddenly became the lead, legs, she dragged around the corner of the colorful booth. The boy, clutching his tongue, followed him. Buratina put down her unpretentious handbag with the alphabet, hesitated, thinking of her promise, and, reluctantly, bent low in her belt, clutching at the rough tent panel. The breeze lifted her little skirt himself, reaching for sweet liquors, tasting them. She closed her eyes, as if this could help to hide from the impending humiliation. The boy’s light footsteps and his surprised whistle were heard. Buratina still did not open her eyes, sneaking up on the light breezes of the wind. The impudent boyish finger dived into the tender vagina and, scooping up a large portion of sticky secretions, headed higher, towards the modest hole of the anus. Buratinka shrank like a small mouse, and without that narrow anal, looked like a mouse eye. The boy unsuccessfully tried to insert a finger, spat on the ass, tried to insert again, and failed again and again, because everything squeezed tightly there.
- Oh, you so logs stupid? - Evil threw him, and mocked Buratin. - “I want to see Uzhzhzhzhzhzhzhasno”. Ugh on you.
And he spat savagely on a splayed wooden ass. Bitter tears spilled from the girl's eyes. So she felt hurt that she would not fall for the only performance of the puppet theater.
- Wait a minute, good maaaalchik. - Choking with tears she squeezed out, looking up at him through his legs.
- Well, what else? - With mock indifference stretched one, jingling coins. - No, I changed my mind?
- Before you.
- Is the hole really open? - Laughing at the wooden girl scoundrel.
- Uncovered.

The finger scooped grease again, and with a slight pressure penetrated into the bowels of Pinocchio. He moved nervously, convulsively, so that the sobbing girl felt the excitement that gripped the insolent. Oddly enough, it calmed her down. She stopped sobbing, and even felt some pleasant echoes in her wooden body. The boy added a second finger, shyly trying to push them apart, stretching the narrow gap. Buratina giggled softly and bent lower in the back, blissfully closing her eyes.

The anus gently fell a couple of times, saying goodbye to the disappearing fingers. The boy clumsily poked his reared segment. Login did not work. Buratina literally heard him sweat from the shame he experienced. She turned around and immediately pushed the unbalanced boy into the chest, squatted over him. Writing it from time to time shuddered, from excitement and excitement. Buratina with a warm, gentle palm sent him to her ass and, gently dropping, she took him all the way up to the root. The boy rolled his eyes, from the surging pleasantness. Buratinka lay back, her hands on his knees. Shaking her back gently, she gently dressed and undressed a tense soldier. The boy quietly moaned, pulling himself at the string.Buratina, feeling that he would soon throw a portion of white liquid, decided to teach him a little lesson. She squeezed his cock, so as to frighten the extortionist, but not to damage his instrument, which sweetly polished her crack.
- Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! - squealed the boy. - Let go-let go !!! You will not get any soldooo!
Buratina grinned and squeezed the little sausage even more tightly.
- Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! - The boy put his hand in his pocket, removing the coins. - Take away, and leave me, please, at rest!
Now tears spilled from his eyes. Buratina picked up four outs.
- Well, nah, persuasion is more expensive than money.
She laughed loudly and, loosening her grip, continued to slide smoothly. The boy looked at her with dry eyes, still trembling with fear. The mischievous mood seized Buratin and she, smiling conspiratorially, began to stuff thick coins into her expiring vagina, one by one. On the fourth orgasm shook her young body, but such what she had not experienced even once, in his short life. Awkwardly sliding down from the boy, Buratinka bowed her head above the swollen segment.
- A bargain is a bargain. - She said seriously, looking into his eyes, and her lips closed on the young head.
The boy convulsively twitched, releasing a thin stream into the mouth of a wooden girl. A contented smile played on his face.

Buratina rose, straightened her skirt. Crouching sharply, she made a funny face, straining and squeezing orgasmic coins. When the fourth soldo fell into her palm, Buratina's little hole began to flow again abundantly. She squeezed her hips tightly, lingering on like this for a second, after which she jumped like a spring, and, bending over the face of the boy who continues to smile, spit out all the sperm on him, to the last drop. He spun the snake, but it was too late. Laughing merrily, she ran away, and in the following angry screams rang out:
- Well, wait a minute, rubbish wood, I'll get to you yet!
She wanted to answer that she was not at all against it, but thoughts about the presentation instantly forced all the rest out of her mind.

Buratina ran to a full smiling aunt and, counting out four soldiers, squeaked:
- Listen, give me a ticket in the first row for the only performance of the puppet theater.
Buratina dived into the mysterious darkness of the shed. Aunt played in slippery coins in her hand, sniffed them, and, together with a mysterious smile, two drops of milk came out of her swollen nipples.

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