they say you do everything right. - Did your mother tell you, like she did last year, on the d. holding company, went over, passed out in the boar from the movers, and everyone who was on her feet flooded her, and more than once, they let her in a circle like a cheap jiggle, did you really like it very much then? He turned to Nastya. - Yes, it was just legendary Ivan Maksimovich, the best day of my life, and you were the first. - And the last one, abruptly and strongly slapping the mother in the ass, don't you remember how I ottarabanny you ass in a taxi? You couldn't sit down the next day, did you forget? Or did the taxi driver fool you that someone did not pay for you, and you had to surrender to him? And then another concierge, Ludwig Aristarkhovich missed you, and put a bunch on your tits at the end? He was clearly proud of his sick, humorous humor. - You whore, who cares about perdolite, wants the code, and where he wants, am I not right? - Right, you are always right, Ivan Maksimovich. The gray-haired man set the heat, he had already spent his hairy hand on his forehead, and dripped on his mother's rolls. - At any moment, I can take possession of any of your holes, because they are mine, do you want to fuck you in the ass? - Yes, I waited for you to say this, tear my ass off. He in one fell swoop moved the member to another hole, and continued. - Well, how are you Roman, did you learn a lot about your mother whore? She does not give you? Probl, I ask you, do you give your son? Or is he the only one in this city who hasn't fucked you? - Yes, yes, I give, I give everything, I'm a whore, a hole for members, please fuck me. The mother had already studied the hike well, and she knew what the soul wants, this old marazmatik. - I otёbu you, I fuck you now so that for a long time you will not feel the buzz from other members, get a bitch.

Pig started to belly up from his mother’s buttocks, which for a moment became flat, and not semi-circular as they used to be. - Roman, he turned to me, are you still there soon? Because I'm on the way, your mother is a professional. I began to add momentum, but I felt that things would not be there, but the greedy mug, already fucked my mother in all the cracks, but he didn’t even invite me, he himself enjoyed all the charms of Nastya’s body, and I would end up in sukhodro. Here the cartridge long moaned, whistled through clenched teeth, the mother, in unison with the imitated that she had also finished, one I was still not on the way. I knew that this pervert would not let me go until I finished, this was the whole thing, bitch, you were good, as once, girobas said, crammed, and squeezing your mother's sperm drops into the anus. - Let Roma shoot her face, get rid of this negativity that you carry for a long time in yourself, and you feel better. I would feel better if your lousy mouth, if it were closed for a minute, and I could at least remember something exciting, even if I had a naked beautiful mother in front of me with cancer, but this Ёblan opposite, interrupted the whole buzz. I tried to remember how nice and comfortable it was in Aunt Vicki’s pussy, how she completely swallowed my dick, and how blissful it came when she was playing with my balls. But what I saw interrupted my desire to dream, the boar placed his ass on the sofa, grabbed Maman by the rolls, slipped him to himself, and began to urinate right in her ass. Mother twisted face, it was clear that she was burning, he brazenly drew his bitch, showing that it was he who was her master. I didn’t notice how my sperm flowed, I didn’t feel an orgasm, but I felt that I “blew out a goose” and a few drops fell on the carpet, the plump mother pushed my foot, crawl the trash lick, until it dried up, you should honor your son, he did a decent job. Mother got out, and with permission went into the shower.

As promised, over the next year, we completely decorated the house, and it was the way I imagined it. Again, we intervened with the mother, saying that everything that happened there, it was a pure dramatization, a game for one actor.She again began to suggest that people over time could not taste those old sensations, as in youth, and that they needed an incentive. Again, I said that I know, I already have the Internet, and I can read everything there, she even wanted to enroll me for a psychologist’s course, because it seemed to her that I started to move away from her, nonsense, even if she thought so I told him? That when I was still a minor, I committed a gang rape of my mother, and her best friend, and then finished, looking like her boss, pissing her into a broken point? Surely a psychologist would say, yes, this is a typical case, we often encounter such disorders, here’s the Neo red pill for you, you have been in the matrix all this time. I just grew up, and I had more hobbies, and you wanted your pot, garden, cucumber, tomato to sign.

I started to explore my new habitat, and I thought that everything was over, but I was mistaken ...