I could see both a neat haircut on her pubic hair, and a third breast size that moved in time with our slaps, and a spicy tattoo on the bottom of her belly, made in the form of a rose.

Then we changed the position. Now I was on the bottom, and Nastya, turning her back to me, sat on top and turned her pelvis, just like where she wanted. Taz her, I must say, that was necessary. Over the past six months, she still managed to eat it off. But this is even for the better - I liked the volumetric ass. By the way, there was another tattoo on her loins: this time something from abstraction. I put my hands on her berries and helped her find the right pace, although it was no good — Nastya did a good job herself. Periodically, I honored her ass with passionate slaps so that the filly would ride better. Horse racing was a success. Nastya, judging by the same moans and cries, liked as much as I did. Interestingly, she also lay in bed from time to time and introduced us together.

Pretty tired, the girl leaned forward and, sticking out her ass, leaned on her palm. Taking advantage of the hitch, I fell in behind her.

- I already finished, dear, I can not anymore ... - she mumbled, sighing heavily, she.

“Don't worry, I'll do everything myself ...” I replied, adjusting her hips to the level of mine.

Then he aimed and introduced him. On the first attempt, he went somehow uncertainly, one might say, did not even enter. Nastya screamed in pain, even mumbled something like: “What are you doing?” Instead of words, I responded, gathering my strength, and introduced the soldier once more. Now already successful. Nastya screamed again. Between her long and loud moans and cries, words sounded, however, fascinated by the sex trade, I did not pay any attention to them. Only grabbing her buttocks more rude, I continued to peck her from behind. Nastya could not stand the constant shaking and fell flat on the bed. Under the influence of all the alcohol I had drunk, I lay down on top of it and, clutching the headboard, and with my legs resting on the plane, I continued to run amok. Nastya got used to the tension, and now her screams and moans are a little bit drained. But the slaps received from the blows of my eggs on her buttocks sounded louder and more often until the moment of truth came, when I, having arched my back, sprinkled it with sperm from inside. Then I plopped hard on her.

Waking up the next morning, I looked around. I was in my room, a floor above yesterday's sexual experiments. Of course, I had no idea how I got here. Glancing over myself, I did not find a single item of clothing, but I found a hand on my chest. Having traced the source of the hand, I found its owner. Exhausted at night Nastya snuffled alongside.

After long efforts, I still got up and went to the shower. Every muscle in my body ached with pain. Saying “every”, I mean that very, most important muscle in the body of a man. The soldier went to the hospital, he could not bear such loads. He clearly wanted to demand release. Exclude it from subsequent games. Disqualify. Taking a cool shower, I was desperately trying to remember how we got to me if we started with her. However, nothing came into my aching head. It remained only to ask the partner.

When I entered with a hot coffee and scrambled eggs on a tray in the room where Nastya had once left completely naked, she had already managed to wake up and pull my terry robe over her shoulders. “What a cheek!” - was my first thought. At first, it was difficult for both of us to overcome the awkwardness after yesterday, so we had to exchange embarrassed smiles with sidelong glances. But as soon as we started to coffee and talked, the awkwardness as if with a hand lifted.

- ... Well, then I finished, got off you, and you take and fuck me in the ass.Of course, the pain of penetration was sobering, but still, I pretty much picked up yesterday and even before you had finished, I managed to pass out. Then we kind of woke up in the middle of the night and started everything in a new ... I remember that my clothes remained at the bottom, and I only came to you in shorts. So do not be surprised if neighbors who are not sleeping neighbors will point at us ...

Then my phone rang.

- Girlfriend? - Asked Nastya, sitting on my couch.

I looked at the number: Dasha called.

- Yes, not that girl ... but I still answer ... Hello!

I got up from the couch in what I was, that is, in little families. Nastya mischievously looked at me and playfully bit her lip.

- ... Yes, I do not do anything ... to me? No, I do not need to yet ...

This whole situation has obviously littered her. Nastya got closer to me and pointedly pulled my pants down to her knees so that my unit was located directly opposite her face. I tried to object something, but Dasha hung on the line, trying to dissolve me into her presence. I once again thought: What makes her think that she is my girlfriend ?! That's right, you think, well, I come to her once in a couple of days, well, we mess around the night away, well, I changed my status in classmates ... so what's up with that ?! Does this mean that we meet?

Meanwhile, Nastya, so that I did not shy away from her, neglecting my signs in every possible way, took my hand in my penis and bared my head.

- No, Dasha ... I ... I ... leave soon, so ... we will probably ... cross each other ...

I tried to resist, but it was too late: my buddy treacherously stretched her way. Nastya reached out with her tongue right up to him and touched the tip. An electric charge ran over me: my thoughts were distancing from the last replica of Dasha.

- What, Dash? I can not hear you ... repeat ... more ...

Now Nastya swallowed all my dignity and began to play with his tongue. I grabbed her hair and instead of pulling her back, on the contrary, I began to press her mouth on my end. Dasha was still babbling on the line, but I didn’t hear her and didn’t listen. Nastya worked with her mouth, poking and making languid moans. I felt a surge of new strength. He wanted her with the same bestial desire. Log in as deep as possible. As rude as possible. Break it under your blows. My finger automatically pressed the red reset key, the hand, obeying instincts, threw the phone aside:

- That's it! Now you are in my power! - I looked down on the faithful eyes of the girl.

With the same sly smile on her face, she took my friend out of her mouth and retreated, imitating resistance:

- No, I changed my mind. Dump out further with his girlfriend.

However, I have already begun the offensive.

- I said no!

- It's late. Late excuse. Surrender in a good way!

She did not give up. Even when I pounced on her and managed to be on her. Nastya continued to fight back, and in the next instant she played her phone.

- I have to answer.

“I don't think so,” now I played her part.

- I gave you ...

- And now you will give again ...

“I said no,” she slapped me, and she reached for the phone, turning her back to me. - I'm listening!

It only infuriated me more: I grabbed her ankles, turned her on her stomach (although she shouted at me, tried to resist), then pulled the string off her thin ass and stuck into her. I do not know who her interlocutor was, but he witnessed her erotic groan.

- ... Neither ... with whom ... I ... do not ... fuck ... it ... just ... I ...

She continued to make excuses on the go, while I energetically pounded her pussy from behind. My hand grabbed her hair, the other lay on her thigh. I remembered how a breast-breasted macho from another porno made Jessica Krisstal roast in anal, and, having changed the entrance, I tried to repeat this pose with Nastya. From penetrating her recently virgin ass, she huddled more than ever, barely restraining herself from screaming into the phone. However, as a result, she acted like me. A minute later, I pulled out a member ... Read more →