“You guessed it,” I moved toward her.

Christina managed to take a good sip: only half a bottle of whiskey remained. I took a glass of Karina, splashed whiskey there, diluted with cola. Christina walked past me, sideways pushed into my losing ass: they say, one in the kitchen! I smiled in response to her drunken teasing eyes. She leaned on the table and, sucking a drink from the glass, nodded at my wet T-shirt.

“I was taking a shower ... I forgot to take it off,” I replied.

- So you wanted to take a shower that you forgot about a t-shirt?

“Maybe I was not alone,” I smiled slyly.

- Even so? - She looked interested. - And who is she?

I told her everything. As dragged to the bathroom. As dragged into the shower. How to roast her from behind. Christine listened interested and laughed occasionally. We stood chatting like old friends. No flirting. No framework of decency. She echoed my own stories. Then she met with some nerd, who deprived her of virginity on the parent's bed. Then she threw a hopeless nerd and began a relationship with some kind of boxer who was tearing her into all the cracks, come back from a workout. We finished the bottle by pouring it into two glasses. Last we decided to drink in one gulp. As soon as she lifted him to her lips, I stopped her with a gesture and, putting my hand over hers, offered to drink on brotherhood. Hot drink poured down our throats, finally pushing us. Removing the glasses, we traditionally closed in a kiss. At first, he was extremely symbolic, friendly, but I felt like we were drawn to each other. I threw the glass down hard, shattering it to smithereens. Then he put her in his arms. Her glass also fell from her fingers. She hugged me. I grabbed her buttocks, for these ripe pumped berries, which at the institute caused me a lot of dirty thoughts. I picked it up and set it on the table. She, not tearing off my lips, took off her panties and pulled up her skirt. I raised her thighs and showered them with kisses, sinking to her vagina. She smelled pleasantly: see some kind of soap. Reaching the pussy, I stuck a few fingers into it. The pubic triangle was clean-shaven, and even thick bushes did not frame it. Everything was grand, diligent. That's just the vagina itself was fucked. Looks like a boxer really does not save her in bed. The labia looked extremely worn, as if they belonged to some kind of whore or porn star, who only takes a dozen heres a day. I pulled mine out and stuck it to her.

Christina wiggled her hips, clasping my waist. I put my hands on her buttocks. For a while we floundered. My unsatisfied member of the gimlet, as the last time. She moaned, screamed, begged me to lift her to death. Then I threw it on the table, pressed my hands to the surface. He began to work as a locksmith at the machine. Having strained the press and buttocks, I shook her like a meteor, trying to plant harder and deeper. Meanwhile, she put her tongue in my mouth - we started kissing. With short but deep jerks, I pierced her womb. With each push, she sagged in the back and spread her legs wider and wider. With a piercing languid cry, she accepted my feeds. I stepped back, grabbed her thighs, and with new forces began to hrenachit Christina. She put her hand under her dress, where her first size lived. Began to stimulate the nipples. The second put on the pubis, fingers parted labia. Her moans drove me crazy. I felt that I was already on the verge. That's about to sprinkle her pussy sperm. The girl did not frown. She played with herself. She was playing with me. All these excited oohs-sighs, seductive looks, manipulations with hands.I pulled out the head and, as I had repeatedly seen in porn, knocked her Kristina pussy. She wrapped her fingers around my dick and began to knead. These movements, it seemed, now provoke a premature gushing. She squeezed his fingers. With the second hand she was massaging herself, her vagina. Spread her lips and thrust three fingers at once into herself. Began to engage in petting and masturbating my friend. The orgasm was coming, I felt his symptoms. I was shaken by convulsions, I did not know where to go. At the same time, this bitch continued to moan, whisper something, periodically shout, more and more intensely fingering her vagina.

I could not resist and, removing her hands, threw her again. I planted rough, tough. She clung to me, and for about ten seconds we continued to fuck like wild beasts. She screamed like a cut. Scratching my back, pinching my ass. Through this predorizmennoe oblivion, we even noticed how a couple of girls entered the kitchen, how they were stunned to see us having sex right on the kitchen table. And it seems even among them was Sasha, in which I was twenty minutes ago. But at that moment we were completely sideways with what was happening all around. Ending, Christina clung to me and eagerly threw the body back, shuddering in minor convulsions. I squeezed her ass with my fingers, trying to leave bruises on a soft area of ​​skin, and sprinkled her bosom. We could barely stand on our feet, then sat down again on the table, bursting with wild laughter.

Only at this moment, when our little dirty secret was over, we remembered that two pairs of eyes were frozen in the doorway. I looked at them: the girls (the second was Regina) were drunk, not weaker than us. With a short “Oh!” They turned around and left. Christina put on her panties, I pulled on her pants. (I noticed that drops of sperm remained on her thigh) And along the wall we walked to the main party.

Along the way, stumbling upon an unlocked door, I flew into the restroom. Flew and immediately froze: sitting on the push, my friend was tearing busty and sloppy Alya. She put her hands on the walls and, willingly working with her ass, moaned, as if she were about to end. My friend was pleased: he leaned back on the toilet seat and baldel while Elya exploited him for his intended purpose. Admittedly, she fucked herself extremely expertly. Then he noticed me and, with a wink, pulled out a bottle of started beer from somewhere and took a sip from his throat. Elya changed her movements, and (you see, my friend liked it more), he returned the bottle to the place, took hold of her waist and strung up. After a few seconds of intense sex, he went limp in his place, and Elya continued to saddle him until she noticed a catastrophe.

- Bro, rush to the rescue! “You cannot leave a woman dissatisfied,” he waved at me. At that moment, Ali's drunk eyes noticed me. She understood nothing: she had drunk too much. Perhaps, under a different scenario, she would have squealed or scolded ... well, or at least she was smelled, at worst. But it was not that time! She leaned forward and flopped into my arms. However, I already had enough for the day.

- Come on bro! Shove her deeper, I read over his lips.

I didn’t have time to answer, or at least realize anything, how, under the pressure of Elin, I burst into the opposite room. She smelled of pungent vodka. I remember before she said that she does not drink. I guess this time it all started with some mojito or martini. And my friend gave her a drink of vodka so that this spoiled doll would give him without any diamonds and flowers. We landed right on the floor. She stuck to my lips. After some sucking, she pulled herself up, grabbed my head and pressed it to her chest. I bit her nipple, but she bit the pain. I started to play with her boobs: so what is her huge chest! In the meantime, she unzipped my fly, pulled out an agitated unit (and the unit itself understood that it was excited in vain - it would only be worse) and pushed it into itself. I fell to the floor and relaxed: if she wants it, let her do everything herself. She did!

Ale jumped on me as she wanted.I was looking for something to occupy my hands: either I would grab her ass, then bouncing boobs, then I would have her curly pubis torn. Then I looked around: there was a bed half a meter from us, on which someone was already placed. The girl bent the dog and ... Read more →