I enjoyed the sweetness of her lips, when suddenly I felt the warm palm of the girl between my legs. In a matter of seconds, she burnt a wild flame of desire all over his body, but Milava as suddenly as she clung to him, pulled back, grinned and rushed off the road away from the village, as if riding the flashes of lightning flowing in the sky above their heads.

The stunned youth watched with admiration for the receding outline of her body for a couple of seconds, and then, as if waking up, rushed after her. It seemed to him that it would not be difficult to overtake the girl, but even having almost reached her, Ian could not catch Milava. It was worth a try and the Bacchus dived in the direction, like a fallow deer followed by a predator, eluding his satyr.

In the end, they reached the intersection of forest roads at the corner of which a fire pit was piled up and there was a roughly hewn bench of a pair of horizontal logs and a few wide boards nailed to them. Milawa tried to run around the obstacle, and Jan jumped over it and overtook his prey. The young man growled from desire, squeezing the girl tightly in his arms, and then rushed his lips to her neck and stared at her with a kiss.

“Ay,” cried the bacon.

The next day there will be a bruise-hickey, but now it was not important.

Milava felt like the arms of her lover were squeezing her trembling body with force, making it impossible to escape. Like fingers digging into her delicious roundness, and Jan's lips scouring her neck and shoulders. From running, the whole body seemed to be turned into one continuous veins and arteries overtaking heated blood.

But most of all the pleasure to the excited consciousness of the girl was delivered by the sensation of the phallus of her man resting on the stomach.

Jan rudely turned Milau back to himself and almost threw him to the ground, however, holding him so that her beloved did not hurt herself.

Without a foreplay, the young man burst into her expiring womb for the entire length of his over-excited member and felt how he put his head on the insuperable barrier of the rear wall. He hugged the girl's body with both hands: right over her shoulder, and with his left armpit, so that both palms lay on the hemisphere of her filling breasts.

Hardly aware of this, Yang squeezed them tightly and bit a small fold of skin around the girl's neck.

Milava felt pain: from a member bursting into it all the way, from the fingers squeezing her milk chest, from the teeth on the neck and even from small but sharp stones under her knees, only this pain was not ordinary, but some kind of desirable, indescribable triggering. In everything that happened, there was so much animal that in the people who were merging together in the parking lot by the fire pit there was almost nothing human. He took possession of her muffled growling through clenched teeth, and she moaned, howled and whined, sinking into the range of sensations that she felt.

Jan rushed forward. At first, the posture did not allow him to make sweeping movements, only short quick frictions, but then he straightened his back, closed his fingers on Mialava’s waist and began to enter it to the maximum depth, then almost completely leaving the body shaken with trembling lust.

He himself did not expect from himself such a speed with which he had penetrated into his beloved now, moreover, without feeling the tiredness of the muscles of either the back or the press. But Jan felt the euphoria spread in his mind.

Milava was poorly aware of what was happening. The recent pain disappeared dissolving into the indescribable sensations of a foreign, but such a native body, beating inside.

Her hands treacherously weakened and the girl dropped her face and chest clinging to the ground. She was no longer interested in what was and what will be. Now there was only that fire that burned below her belly, illuminating the whole body with bright splashes of pleasure, but what was more important, Jan's member stimulated some points inside her that were about to be ...

... the explosion ...

This has never happened to her, she usually felt the approach of an orgasm, but this time the frenzy struck the girl like a lightning.

Yang barely kept his beloved, when she suddenly huddled in ecstasy, announcing the forest with wild moans, sobbing under the blows of his frictions. The young man himself was on the verge of squeezing the maximum of possibilities out of his body. Through a dozen movements, his seed struck tightly into the uterus of Mílava in tight streams. The iron grip of the fingers on the waist of the girl weakened and both lovers almost simultaneously exhausted collapsed on the ground covered with ash and soot: it was on the stomach, and he was on his back. Their hearts pounded wildly - their lungs announced the surrounding forest with hoarse sighs.

Milava came to her senses first and, creeping up towards her chosen one, laid her head on his chest, pressing her body against Jan. The young man gently hugged her shoulders.

“How nice,” she whispered softly.

He just stroked the girl's shoulder in response.

Peals of thunder, distant and deaf, rolled over their heads when Yang rose a little and looked around. Milaova's neck pressed his forearm to the ground, but the young man gently pulled out his hand and sat down. Beloved in the semi-forgetfulness of bliss did not pay any attention to his movements.

The guy looked around and then turned his attention to his beloved. On the body that seemed white in the night half-darkness, the dirt of the fireplace and sand spread out in divorces, but this only decorated the carved figure. Satyr licked her finger and, barely touching the soft skin of the girl, led him down from her lips, along the neck to the hollow between the breasts, leaving behind a well-defined mark of cleansed skin. Milava roused herself from his actions and invitingly stretched out into a string, and then completely bent her back, exposing her chest to his caresses.

Yang leaned against the left sucking breast and began to gently suck on it, caressing his right breast with his beloved fingers. Directly in front of his eyes, under a thin layer of dirt, but the white hemlock showed a distinct trace of his frantic grip, printed with stripes of reddening. The girl sighed languidly, sensing his touch and herself, feeling for the young man’s trembling penis with her left hand, began to stimulate him.

For some time they caressed each other, and then Ian lifted Mialov in his arms and carefully transferred himself, laid the benches on the boards improvised by someone. Bacchante opened her hips invitingly and beckoned him with a tender smile. The young man dropped to his knees and began to envelop her body with passionate kisses, then dropping below, then returning to her calling lips.

Milava again felt the phallus of her chosen one and, pulling the young man behind him to her, sent the coveted flesh to her bosom. Yang gently penetrated inside, hardly plunging into the secret depths of the head, after which he leaned back, went out and re-entered his beloved. This time he was neat and gentle.

Bacchante wrapped her legs in his camp and, not so much, pulled him up, or she herself lifted herself up, forcing the satire to penetrate into herself. The girl's hands wrapped around Yana’s neck and now she almost hung on it.

Satyr began to move, burying his face in the lover's curls, and Milawa, moaning with pleasure, moved towards him. Right before her eyes spread its blackness sky. A broken snake of lightning crept across the sky right above the pair of merged together and immediately announced the forest with an incredible power of thunder, and immediately after it a warm summer rain fell from the sky.

From an unexpected sound, Mialava’s body squeezed, spurring Yana’s explosion. He shivered and could not resist. Hot seed again watered the inside of the girl.

- What are you ... - he whispered in his beloved's ear with pleasure and at the same time with annoyance in his voice.

Large drops of relaxing massage fell on his back.

“Do not worry, love,” she answered in a whisper and, rolling over, saddled the young man.

His phallus was still in it and Milava began to slowly move her hips, playing with the muscles of her vagina to keep him from falling off. The young body succumbed to these entreaties and the blood again gushed into the desired body, giving it stamina. Washed by streams of rain and illuminated by flashes of lightning Milava, as if a Valkyrie began to ride on her chosen one.

“How good, what a ho-ro-sho,” she cried.

The whole body of the girl turned into one continuous erogenous zone. Every drop that had been dug into her velvet skin gave a pleasant feeling. The tips of her own hair flowed over her shoulders, made her tremble. What can we say about the skillful hands of her satyr, caressing like electric breasts ...

But most of all the sensations gave her the nature of a young man. Every time the Bacchante strung on it with a sweep, driving it to the maximum depth, she felt flashes that seemed to pierce her body from the underbelly, all the way to the brain. The body was already poorly obeyed, the movements became broken and Milava again rolled onto his back, dragging Jan along.

“Take me,” she begged, “take me, love!”

The young man did not have to ask twice. Inflamed by the sight of her racing, he easily set the pace of his movement and began to master his beloved.

“You're mine,” he whispered into the girl’s ear.

“All without a trace,” she answered, enclosing her chosen one in tight arms with her arms and legs.

“You belong to me,” he croaked, and bit his earlobe a little.

“Yes,” she cried, “Yes!”

Encouraged by her words, Jan began to accelerate gradually, pushing and postponing a new orgasm, which was already preparing to burn him.

“Just do not stop, just do not stop,” Milava and the young man begged, groaning, and felt how her bosom began to decline convulsively.

“I love you,” he whispered into her very ear.

“And I-aah ...,” the girl began to answer, but her words were drowned in a cry of happiness.

The extremities of Milava stretched out into strings, trembling from the tension that held them, the body was bent by an arc and so, spread out like a star, the girl ascended to the most inaccessible peak of ecstasy that engulfed her entire body.

The muscles of her vagina with incredible force squeezed the phallus of the chosen one and, like a paste from a tube, squeezed it out, however, the young man did not regret it at all, enjoying the spectacle darling before him in a frenzy. He put his hand on the open shell of her crotch, intending to extend those feelings that now owned the body of Myllava, but she squeezed his wrist with force, stopping.

In a storm of feelings that had mastered her, the girl lost track of time. Waves of pleasure walked through her body, as if she were an ocean. One had only to disappear, as somewhere in the depth another was immediately born, and her run through the body again forced the mind to light up with incredible sensations of bliss.

The warm ray of the sun slid across my eyed eyes and Milava woke up. The light of day flashed merrily at her through the window of their small house and the branches of the pines behind it. The girl reached out and marveled at the dream she had had that night. Looking around she did not find Yana near, but she did not want to get out of bed.

- Favourite?

There was no answer.

The girl tried to recall the details of her dream, but he was hiding in some kind of white veil. The only thing that Milava clearly remembered, these are the enchanting sensations that owned her.

“What a pity it was a dream,” she thought, and dropped the blanket, intending to get out of bed.

Strips of eroded ash and sand streamed over her white skin with intricate patterns, and there were still long pine needles in her hair, and it seemed that every muscle in her body fell ill when she was trying to sit down.

“Has it really been?”