over the lips of a wooden girl. With slow movements, the rapist put herself on an increasing baton, gasping louder, and tried to make her nose ram her at different angles, massaging sensitive zones through the thin intestinal walls. Buratin's tongue divided the coins so that two pieces remained behind each cheek, and through the small crack, with the very tip, touched the sweet pulp of the vagina. It was too much for the robber, her jaws cramped, and she began to cough out deafly.

Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, the nose-member slid out of the backside of the bandit. Buratina again clenched her teeth tightly, not wanting to part with the coins. The low brigand realized that their plan had failed, and was enraged. He grabbed the girl by the legs and started banging her on the ground. High too joined him. It is difficult to imagine what they just did not manufacture in order to make Buratin open his mouth. If during the chase they had not dropped a knife and a pistol, they would have finished the story about poor Buratin at this place.

Finally, the robbers decided to hang it upside down, tied a rope to their feet, and Buratina hung on an oak branch ... They sat down under an oak tree, stretching out their wet tails, and waited for her gold to fall from her mouth ...
At dawn, the wind rose, leaves rustled on the oak. Buratina swayed like a piece of wood. Rogues bored sitting on wet tails ...
“Hang on, girlfriend, till the evening,” they said ominously and went to look for some roadside tavern.

Beyond the branches of the oak where Buratina hung hung the morning dawn. The grass in the meadow became gray, azure flowers were covered with dew drops. The girl with curly blue hair looked out of the window again. Now the nightgown did not hide her milk-white body. Nipples poured over the night, and now the two butterflies perched on them gently tickled them with their big wings. She rubbed and opened wide awake pretty eyes.

This girl was the most beautiful doll from Signor Carabas Barabas puppet theater. Unable to endure the rude tricks of the owner, she ran away from the theater and settled in a secluded house in a gray glade. Animals, birds and some of the insects are very fond of her - must be because she was a raised and gentle girl. At least that's what Malvina thought. The beasts supplied her with everything necessary for life. Mole brought nutritious roots. Mice - sugar, cheese and sausage pieces. Noble dog-poodle Artemon brought bread. Forty stole for her at the market chocolates in silver pieces of paper. Frogs brought lemonade in nutshells. Hawk - roast game. May beetles - different berries. Butterflies - pollen from flowers - puff. Caterpillars squeezed out toothpaste and greased creaking doors. Swallows destroyed near the house of wasps and mosquitoes ...

So, having opened her eyes, the girl with blue hair immediately saw Buratina hanging upside down.
She put her palms to her cheeks and screamed:
- Oh, oh, oh!
Her breasts shook, scaring silk butterflies. A noble poodle Artemon appeared beneath the window, stinging his ears. He has just clipped his back half of the body, which he did every day. The curly hair on the front half of the body was combed, the tassel at the end of the tail was tied with a black bow. With another bow he tied a large smooth testicle. Artemon has always done this in order to think less about Malvina’s lush ass and fragrant mink.There was a silver watch on his front paw.
- I'm ready!
Artemon turned his nose to the side and raised his upper lip above the white teeth.
“Call someone, Artemon!” - said the girl. - It is necessary to remove the poor thing Buratin, carry him to the house and invite the doctor ...
- Ready!
Artemon swirled from readiness in such a way that raw sand flew from its hind legs ... He rushed to the anthill, woke the entire population by barking and sent four hundred ants to gnaw through the rope on which Buratina was hanging.
Four hundred serious ants crawled in single file along a narrow path, climbed onto an oak tree and gnawed on a rope.

Artemon caught the falling Buratin with his front paws and carried her into the house ... Putting Buratin on a bed, he ran to the forest thicket with a cantering gallop and immediately brought out the famous Dr. Owl, the medical assistant Toad and the folk healer Praying Mantis, like a dry twig.
The owl put her ear to Pinocchio’s chest.
“The patient is more dead than alive,” she whispered, and turned her head back one hundred and eighty degrees.
Toad with a wet paw for a long time, soft Buratina soft bud. Pondering, she looked with bulging eyes at once in different directions. She spanked a big mouth:
- The patient is more alive than dead.
The folk healer Praying Mantis with dry as a blade of grass began to touch Buratina's nipples, which made them swell.
“One of two things,” he whispered, “either the patient is alive or he has died.” If he is alive, he will remain alive or he will not remain alive. If he is dead - it can be revived or impossible to revive.
“Shsharlatanism,” said Owl, flapping her soft wings and flying away to a dark attic.
At Toad for anger swollen all the warts.
“What a disgusting ignorance!” - She croaked and, blind with a stomach, jumped into a damp basement.
The doctor Praying Mantis just in case pretended to be a dried bitch and fell out of the window.

The girl threw up pretty hands:
- Well, how can I treat her, citizens?
“Castor oil,” croaked Toad from the underground.
- Castor oil! - Owl laughed scornfully in the attic.
“Either with castor oil, or not with castor oil,” the Mantis grated outside the window.
Then skinned, bruised, poor Buratina moaned:
- I do not need castorca, I feel very good!
The blue-haired girl leaned over her carefully.
- Buratina, I beg you - shut your eyes, squeeze your nose and drink.
- I do not want, I do not want, I do not want! ..
- I'll give you a piece of sugar ...
Immediately on the blanket on the bed climbed a white mouse, she was holding a piece of sugar.
- I do not want, I do not want, I do not want! ..

Then Malvina blushed like a cancer, embarrassed, slipped a hand under her dress, and when she took it out, then two fingers glittered wetly covered with a sticky liquid. The girl closed her eyes shyly and ran her fingers over Buratina’s lips. She began to gently suck on them, enjoying the wonderful taste and aroma, and when she licked everything, she opened her sly eyes and said:
- More please...
“You will get it if you obey me,” the girl said.
- At least one paaaaaaaaalchik give ...
- Yes, you must understand - if you do not drink medicine, you can die ...
“Better die than drink castor oil ...”
Then the girl said sternly in an adult voice:
- Hold your nose and look at the ceiling ... One, two, three.
She poured the castor oil into the mouth of Buratin, now she thrust his fingers covered with a fresh portion of discharge and kissed it.
- That's all...

Buratina thought differently. She firmly grabbed the girl by the shoulders and pulled her close, pulling on her tongue and playing with her. Malvina desperately tried to escape, and the noble poodle Artemon, instead of coming to the rescue, only peeked out the window, feeling more and more pressure from the bow on the swelling testicles. Buratina persistently made her way to her goal, and when the mischievous fingers touched the little clitoris - Malvina went limp once, her body looked like a fresh dough, and her eyes with lush cilia languidly covered themselves. The wooden girl drank in the sweet mouth of her rescuer, waving in a gentle manner in the gentlest folds of the virginal vagina.Her own mink desperately shrank from excitement, squeezing clean fragrant droplets. Without taking her hands off Malvina's soft pussy, the girl turned her, uncomprehending, on her back. The light dress was raised high, the legs instinctively parted, the chest often heaved. Not a single hair adorned her crotch, only a pink wet bud flaunted against the snow-white skin.

Buratina clung to the vagina, sucking the lips and the cap of the clitoris. An agile tongue deftly walked along the fragrant lye. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed on the table a plump blue candle curled up in a spiral, and ran a palm of appreciation on it and sweetly trembled inside. Buratina put the wax base to her opened rosette and smoothly pushed the relief figure up to the stop. The wooden girl's breathing was mixed with the squishing sounds and the small moans of Malvina. Pinocchio's tongue seemed to have leapt from his leash, he fluttered like crazy, almost curling with eights, from which Malvina squealed abruptly, and it was clear that she would soon have an orgasm of incredible strength. The hand was tirelessly pushing the candle, pushing apart the soft narrow walls. Artemon behind the window untied the bow on the testicles, they, feeling the will, swelled even more. One paw, he drove on a long red trunk, covered with slippery secretions. First she finished Buratina, sharply arched her back and grabbing Malvina by the hips, pulling closer to herself. The candle popped out of the quivering vagina and hit the floor deafly. The tongue, which penetrated into the gentlest mink very deeply, suddenly jumped out, and with the tip hit the over-excited clitoris. Malvina squeezed for a second, her breath stopped on a short “hkha ...”, she clutched her crumpled blanket with her palms, her mouth was wide open, and her long eyelashes were shaking slightly. And then her vagina and anus began to pulsate sharply, the girl published a quiet and long “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”, and, squeezing her soft chest, she strongly threw her head back, showing the sweetest neck. Artemon could no longer hold back, and the huge supply of sperm by the fountain began to splash onto the house wall, and the testicles became smaller and smaller. Buratina effortlessly climbed onto the bed, and leaning against Malvina’s chest, her cheek quietly began to cry, tired of the experienced fear and orgasm.

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