I had already forgotten why I wanted to meet friends. But the reason for me a few hours ago seemed fatal. Now, when my brain was experiencing the impact of six bottles of beer and a couple of bottles of vodka, the mental suffering due to the break with the girl with whom I seemed to have met for ages, were comparable to the slight indisposition from getting two in math. (Suddenly a nostalgic thought flashed: I really loved her!)

It was already three o'clock. The boys, as it started, stood together and went to the balcony to smoke. I stayed in the room, watching TV. Dasha, who, due to her few good qualities, also abandoned this habit, preferred my society to tobacco smoke. She sat on the couch with me. We kind of started talking to her about something. Either she comforted me, or she told me something about herself — I don’t remember anymore; after all, alcohol in such quantities can block the brain from insignificant information. I think she, too, will not be able to say what we chatted with then. However, then my hand jumped over her head and lay on her bare shoulder (the dress she wore was already frayed). She clung to me. From her came some pleasant sweet fragrance of perfume, I immediately liked it. We were still talking about something. Then something from the category of NON-ESPECIALLY IMPORTANT happened, and I caught myself thinking that we were sitting on the couch and we were sleeping for five minutes already. And yet I taught her to kiss well, - flashed in my head. After all, she (my drunken head) even had no idea how many languages ​​she had after my time in her mouth. And yet I was the only one who had never been in her panties! "And why not now ?!" - a dumb question suddenly arose. And I agreed with the judgment. Why not really dot the point and.

Taking her hand, I leaned toward the dark corridor in which my comrades had once disappeared. She leaned behind me. We made our way through the thick of darkness, now moving along the wall, now waltzing in space, and remaining in each other’s warm embraces. My hands drained from her shoulders, back, and waist where they were soft and comfortable. Her fingers undid the buttons on my shirt and now plowed my slightly hairy chest. Suddenly we crashed into something. I pressed her against the wall, and he began to paw her grace. At first, my buttocks got my attention — so round and mouth-watering that I felt my horseradish rest against her leg. Then the hands swam over her thighs, and then slipped under her tunic. There fingers groped lacy panties.

Tangible agitated my fantasy, and the languishing beast went crazy, continuing to rest on her thigh. She spread her leg over my thigh, exposing her pussy to my caresses. Of course, you need to be a complete idiot not to take advantage of such an enviable position. Somehow in the middle of this whole scene a monstrous thought came to mind: I was only in the bosom of a single girl! After all, I have never tried another flesh. I never ran to the side. And all this for what! I don’t know myself, whether such thoughts have played a decisive role in my behavior, which is not typical for me, or Dasha’s pussy, oozing with lust. And is it worth bothering!

I freed my spear with my hand and, straightening her panties, sent him straight to the target. She screamed slightly, clutching my ear with her teeth as soon as my end zealously plunged into her juicy womb. And what can I say: her pussy swallowed my sturgeon with less appetite. Catching her under the buttocks, I settled down comfortably and began to fry her in the middle of the corridor.All the alcohol I had drunk made a considerable contribution: with each penetration we slightly shifted to one side. Dasha moaning, God forbid everyone! A brutal appetite seized me and, squeezing her ass with my fingers, I hrenachil her just that way. Suddenly, by happy coincidence, we stumbled upon a closed door to another room - the hall. Under our bodies, the door opened with ease and, by inertia, we literally flew inside. Fortunately, not far from the threshold was a sofa, on which we actually landed.

Now lying down, with my free hands, I took off the dress from her chest and plunged into the magnificent merits of her figure. This was followed by a prolonged languid sigh of my partner. Interestingly, she consciously published it, or everything that happened was for her something between sleep and reality. However, at that moment I did not care about this question. I took her legs in her hands and began shoving her even more brutally, even more intensely, feeling her insatiable vagina burning with the flame of desire. In short, whatever epithets I use here, the essence remains banal: she wanted to be torn off to the fullest.

At that moment, I heard the front door slam and drunken voices, mumbling something, went to the room where our meeting began. But we were with my girlfriend and this was in FIG. Through the thickness of alcohol, which clouded almost all the sensations, I was echoed by the coming orgasm, which was just around the corner. Then I picked up her hips and switched to second speed, working in her like a piston. Here are just barely the frictions began to generate a sperm discharge in my instrument, as this lustful bitch with a terrible moan arched and, having finished, hung on my hands. For a while I continued to fuck her, but instead of hot moans I could hear only a sad moo, so I soon settled down next to her. We lay in contact with places naked bodies. I suddenly woke up the need for her lips. While we licked, she threw one leg over my stomach, and then fully climbed onto me. I suddenly felt, having felt the closeness of her pussy, my unit got up again and touched the head of her wet lips.

After a hot, albeit unfinished, sex, as well as all that I had drunk, I was firmly drawn to sleep. The mind fell into oblivion, the echoes of that night left in the memory of how Dasha slid down and, clasping my palms, began to caress him. At first she worked uncertainly with her hands, then let her lips turn. Then licked the head tongue. I also vaguely remember how my hands, getting lost in her disheveled hair, put a little pressure, putting my cock in her mouth. If my memory does not fail me, my hands were also engaged in balancing the speed of the blowjob. However, this did not last long. After a couple of minutes of warm society of her mouth, my beast filled it with sperm. And on that note, my memory refuses me, see, here I already passed out.

When I woke up in the morning, I discovered through an incredible headache that I was lying on the same sofa (which means that all this was not a dream or a bad fantasy), Dasha’s head found shelter on my chest, and her bare leg covered my open groin. Without realizing anything, I, in order to go to mold, mechanically turned Dasha on the other side: she did not bother to hide her boobs under the dress. Passing by the room where we were boozing yesterday, I found friends filling the whole plane of the room with my motionless bodies: two were settled on a sofa, one was sleeping under a table in the company of empty bottles, another was sleeping in an armchair in front of the monitor. Then I went to the bathroom, where, having washed, I finally saw the light. The memory came back to me again, and with it the awkwardness that I just picked up and used an innocent girl like that. Although, of course, one could still argue about her innocence. After holding my face for a few seconds under cold water, I walked out of the bathroom and found my best friend eating eggs into one. He took a fork and sat down next to him. The creak of the sofa reached us, and Dasha flashed past the arch, adjusting her dress as she went. A friend looked at me:

- It was?

I did not hide anything.I had nothing to be embarrassed about, and not to anyone:

- It was!

He smiled at me and then recited:

- Well. Now you are a full member of our company, Dashkin fucker! ...

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