poked her face into the pillow. Behind her was attached a gentleman, who, taking her buttocks, sat her on his dick. However, the drunk did not allow him to move quickly, and the girl seemed to fall asleep. A minute later, he, also clearly asleep from his own slowness, lay down right on her. I will not hide the fact that I was also dreaming. After so many bottles of drunk and so many peretrahanny chicks, I was already exhausted. I wanted to stop all this disgrace and stupidly go to the soft bed.

Elya did not let up. She still galloped on me. It was evident that she, too, had got it all. I wanted to finish it corny, that's why she moved like a toy. However, she moaned soundly. Passionate ahi-oohs poured out of her river. In addition, none of my partners made a sound like “Wow!” During sex. Elya published. Taking pity on an insatiable girl, I took the situation under my own control. One jerk was on top. The second - turned Ela back to himself. Now I could see firsthand that ass, on the contours of which I had repeatedly stared at the institute. Now here it is! Defenseless, naked. I grabbed her buttocks, rushed at myself and pushed her. Then she settled down lying on the floor, and I lay down on her, closing her legs and spreading mine. Resting better, I began to hammer it out of all the remaining forces. My body ached, my muscles ached. And the head pulled down. Just a little bit and I will be cut out. At this moment I imagined that my ex was under me. Not this drunk, fucked up, licentious bitch, but a girl pure, immaculate, to whom I harbored only exalted, inaccessible to vice feelings, with which I have never tried anything that anal, even oral sex. I imagined her toned round ass, not seduced by my dick ... Suddenly Elya moaned even louder - I opened my eyes: she clutched her fingers into the carpet and moaned through closed teeth. I continued to peck it and suddenly: lo and behold! She moaned for the last time. At the same moment I felt like I was finishing up, removing the member. Looked down: it turns out, I did not notice how I thrust a member between the rolls. Thick sperm from my exhausted end flooded her buttocks and lower back. After a long cry (which for a moment woke up the sweet couple in the middle of the bed), she lay and quietly moaned, moving away from her orgasm. There I left her and lay on the carpet with a bare ass, sprinkled with my sperm.

The next morning I was waiting for the worst hangover. My head cracked, my body ached, but I had no idea how I got home. Moreover, I was lying in my bed with bed linen in my underpants. In the kitchen was a kettle full of water, which saved me from destruction. Having taken a shower, this time alone, I began to gather in the city. And, twisting yesterday's clothes in search of keys, I found someone's red panties. Here are the ones on! This is how a once-faithful young man becomes a lecherous dork who has underwear in his pockets, and he doesn’t even know whose.

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At that moment we were wet with sweat on her couch. She lay on her stomach, as I love, and her delicious buttocks are substituted for the sight of my rifle. I lay on my side, babbling something in her ear, winding her brown hair over my fingers. She smelled of sweet spirits and freshly drunk beer. We didn’t even have time to take off our clothes: her jeans were pulled to the knees (just enough so that she was able to move her hips), and the shirt was unbuttoned in the chest area for extraordinary manipulations. I was too lazy to take off my jeans at all - I let it down so that I could take out what was necessary and that was all. She smiled at my remarks: there had never before been such mutual sympathy between us: you see, sex really brings us together.I ran my hand across her back from top to bottom, leaving imprints of tightly clenched fingers on her buttock. She playfully raised the basin, they say, come in, if you want. I put my hand in there and touched her hairy pussy with my fingers, which was in a post-orgasm delight.

And at that very moment her three-year-old son entered the room. Her reaction was damn banal. The boy was standing in the doorway, dumbfounded at his half-naked mother, with whom an unknown uncle lay next to him. Yana remembered to get up and take the child away, but she came to her senses, which lies without panties. Then she grabbed the rug, which in a fit of passion fell to the floor, and, hiding behind it, gave a clear, but slightly rude command: Subject, come out! Close the door?! I guess her confusion was doubled by her half-nakedness.

Five minutes later, quickly gathering and not dropping to extra: “Everything was cool! I will call you back as soon as possible! ”Or there“ It would be nice to repeat! ”Well, or completely inappropriate:“ You give it so great from behind ... ”, I hid in the stairwell. Descending the stairs, I recalled with a smirk how I got into a previous situation.

We were never friends with Yana, in the full sense of the word, what can we say about people who sympathize with each other and those who sleep together. She was a fun, pretty girl from my yard. We used to see each other when we walked our pets. So we met with her. She was an extremely licentious girl, but she was in the weight of it and extremely intelligent for her school age. I even somehow caught myself thinking that I would not mind meeting her - she already had beautiful forms. Somewhere on the net, I even had the pleasure of admiring her figure, wrapped in a swimsuit and tight fitting and accentuated jeans with a top. However, it was a minute hobby (even if she was imprinted in a pair of my dreams). Then our paths diverged. I increasingly met her in the company of other yard boys and never experienced the slightest bit of jealousy or grief. Then she married one such person, and after two months her tummy jumped out - the future Theme. However, the child had to grow up without a father - they soon divorced.

And today, having woken up with a terrible hangover with Sasha's panties in my pocket, I went to the store to buy beer at the request of my body. No, it’s not the business to end your life that promised a lot of prospects. And yet I was on the bench next to the kindergarten with a can of beer in hand, the second - under the bench. It was then that our paths crossed. After the birth, Yana got a little stout: her once-slim legs and hips got better in size, with a small tummy under her swollen breasts. Once extravagant outfits were replaced by everyday jeans, a shirt and some kind of jacket. Hair loose, barely reach the shoulders. Daring makeup wiped from her matured face. She walked and smiled, looking at the owner of a silver medal and a red diploma, which at noon suppresses a can of beer on the bench. She sat down with me and stretched out my sick head for a conversation. She opened a second can of beer and fascinated me with conversation. She boasted about her son, they say, already three years old, and already so clever. Poems, they say, teaches songs of bawling. On her still young face, wrinkles of wisdom and pride in her child slipped. This was somehow embarrassing: after all, we are, after all, peers, and she already looked three or four years older than me - all this responsibility and adulthood. She was clearly worried about not lustful thoughts about who she would have to get laid today, but high thoughts, incomprehensible to me: where to go to work to feed a child; where to find a young man who could provide them, who could become a loving father for the Theme. And when did we just have time to miss it ?!

Then, somehow even unexpectedly, we switched to a discussion of my personal life. I somehow did not immediately rant about my adventures in recent weeks. Only said that he broke with his. Once, Yana knew her, and therefore immediately attacked her questions, why, and then she consoled, they say, everything will be fine and there will be a holiday in my street.Suddenly it seemed to me that she was a little happy to discuss such practically childish problems on the love front. This gave her a ghostly opportunity to once again plunge into her distant youth life. I noticed the moisture in her eyes. She immediately hurried to shake off the drops imperceptibly.

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