in Svetina mink. I don’t know how much of a girl she was - there was no blood - but I got pleasure from the taut female thing. Feeling me inside of me, Svetlana clutched her nails in my back. I, in turn, froze, not quite imagining what to do next: after all, you need to continue, but I have just about a jet from the member! It was a pity to finish so soon and not try to extend the pleasure. I didn’t really think about the girl at that moment, I just froze in her and only my hands and lips remained in motion. Having calmed down a bit, with my movements I tried, as it seemed to me, to bring pleasure to the Light, and she continued to squirm under me. I was very excited and that, in order not to break the firewood, I had to jump out of her shaved pussy for a moment. But apparently the girl did not like my behavior and she, having groped my farm with her own hand, pulled me back to her cracks in tightness. I barely had time to squeeze pussy into Svetina again, in the process I received another slight bite on my neck and, in response, kissed her ear, I immediately began to pull back: not a dull one, I understand that a girl can fly from a boy! But it was not destiny to see trouble at that time. Sveta clutched at me with her hands and even put her legs around me, so I had to pour right into her, she did not leave me a choice. Feeling an urgent request, I tried to throw out all of myself, and I dare to believe I did it. I moaned, moaned Sveta, in the seventh heaven of happiness, both of them. It turned out, as in the song of Yuri Loza: “Then they began to sway, got smeared, got dirty ...” The song appeared five years later than this incident, but the situation corresponded. Here the truth again baffled the lack of experience - and then what?

I am covered in Sveta's discharge and in my emissions, she has a “box” full of ... You need to go to the bathroom, but shy together, a circus and nothing more! And behind the glass door, in the kitchen, another Sveta and Victory continue kissing each other at random! (though standing for some reason). And where can I get the lips, if both - and he and she - almost did not even undress, but only dispersed, and even then, only in the upper part of the clothes. From a darkened room, no matter how much you look into the same unlit kitchen, you still can’t see the details. With full confidence I can only say that I saw Sveta’s whitening chest (it was impossible not to notice this), to which Victor fell by his lips, and his hands flashed somewhere in the same place. What at that moment did the hands of Sveta - we can only guess. Well, well, they have their own wedding, we have our own. Trying not to make noise, so as not to interfere with the “kitchen affairs”, helping each other not to juice on the floor, we carefully rise and freeze in an interesting position. Sveta has not yet let go of my end and squeezes him by the head, and I continue to stroke her pussy with my palm. We coped with embarrassment only after our hands changed places: Sveta squeezed something flowing from it, and everything flowed out of me, thanks to her. Holding my own member with one hand, with the other hand, I continued to hold on to the free hand of a girl walking a little ahead of me.

She, unlike me, knew this apartment and was oriented in the dark no worse than a cat. So we quietly and went to wash. It’s a pity that we didn’t have the mind to arrange a continuation in the bathroom, wash each other - the young people were uneducated ... When we left the bathroom Victor and the other Light sat on the sofa red, completely dissatisfied: apparently, when we turned on the light in the bathroom, he prevented - the window from the bathroom just went to the kitchen. Both were already fully dressed, the clothes were fine, and even Svetina had a hairstyle that looked quite chaste. If I had not seen some of the details myself ... pity that I could not see everyone.Something like this, everything happened to her. But in the second Sveta with Viktar, according to their own words, nothing happened: we are in the room, and in the kitchen - by no means! As a result, when Sveta and I enjoyed each other, as far as possible in those conditions, these two were tormented, they made us feel good, and both regretted that they exchanged partners. You see, if it were not for the exchange (as they say now - swing), or Sveta - the hostess, or Victor would be lucky to be on the couch. By the way, this story has a sequel, and I will probably write it. P. S. It turns out not erotic, but the story of my development (ha-ha) in the male line. For whom I am writing, I don’t even know, some memoirs are being obtained. Is it possible for someone other than me to be interested? If yes - write, continue to write and publish. Well, no - then only for myself, loved)))