legs, neat, appetizing ass, tight press, but her breasts were too small. But it was, one might say, the only underdog in her appearance: her shoulders were crowned with a swan neck with a beautiful pug, which was lined with dyed red hair. "The redhead beast," - I thought casually. Next to her was a girl named Christina, an extremely extravagant "lady." I remember that we often quarreled with her during our studies. And not only me. She reached my shoulder in stature and had the same problem as Karousi: small breasts, but her legs were dead. At one time she was engaged in kick-boxing. She differed from all odnogruppnitsy pompousness and riskiness of clothes, as well as makeup. In this case, a girl of Turkish origin named Alya could compete with her, which, by the way, stood nearby. Elya was spoiled by the disposition of men. And it was not by chance that all of them attracted to her: in spite of her unstable character (because of which all the attracted men left her) she had an extremely curvaceous form: a huge chest, a huge butt, well, she also had a tummy between us. Many of her cavaliers left, barely throwing a couple of sticks. And, in fact, there was nothing more to take from it.

Wedging into the masses, I immediately grabbed a bottle of beer and swallowed it at a time. Another one followed. Having reached the necessary condition, I began to tell vulgar jokes both in the company of guys and in the company of girls. We talked, drank, laughed. When the majority went to the balcony to smoke, I noticed two ex-girlfriends, Katya and Natasha, on the dance floor. The first was a very funny girl - you could chat with her for hours and always find a topic for discussion, but she did not reach out to my ideals of female beauty because of her thinness. The second - the owner of magnificent hips and a flexible back - basically only laughed at my jokes, honoring me with her unequivocal views. And when Katya departed for a minute, I suggested to Natasha to dance. (To my surprise, she was not here: I suppose, she is walking somewhere with someone now!)

**

... Katya left us, saying that she will be back in a minute. She did not return. We stood with Natasha, talking. I saw in her eyes and body movements that she felt some sympathy for me. She smiled, laughed supposedly over my jokes and kept her eyes on me. A certain gentleman who awoke in me gallantly suggested that she dance. We slowly circled for some pop song. Other couples circled around us. Looking around, I noticed that the girls danced not only with the guys: Christina and Karina, for example, were together. They circled and shook, pawing each other in the ass. At one point, I noticed how the bottom of Christina's dress, fitting her pumped bun, stretched down, exposing my tanned treasure and a strip of blue panties to my eyes. I felt tension in my own underpants, which slightly rammed Natasha's pubis through her jeans. I glanced at her, at her embarrassed but pleased smile, and embarrassed. The more I thought about what was happening, the more my cock tightened. The more I painted paint. However, for a long time I did not give blush drunk bottles of alcohol. In addition, slowly the public around us continued to get drunk and I had no limits of decency. I pressed Natasha to my chest and, looking into her eyes, slowly stretched to her lips. We stood and played with tongues. I felt her body shudder, how she was kicking, how her buttocks were tense. My hands went down the curves of her waist and stopped at my hips. She bit my lip. I pinched her ass.And then, in the rhythm of the waltz, he rolled it into the corridor.

We took shelter from prying eyes in (judging by the interior) bedroom. Near the window in the gloom looked outlines of a wide sofa. On a good pile of different pillows did not rest. It seems that the owner had a fad on this score! We were lobbying and caressed right in the center of the room. I wanted to start undressing her, but she stopped me. Pushed in the chest - I crashed on the couch. She took a cell phone out of her pocket and, pressing a couple of keys, turned on a slow Mouzon. It seemed to be something from Rihanna. Then, putting the phone on the table next to the sofa, she began to slowly move to the music. Oh yes, it was a worthwhile sight!

I lay on the couch and enjoyed her striptease. Her hips rotate. Back bends. Shaking hair at the exit of the deflection. Her palms ran down her breasts and stomach. Her fingers, gently taking hold of the zipper of her blouse, exposed some parts of her abdomen and solar plexus, where her tucks were playfully moving. Then these same fingers, unzipping zippers on jeans, crept under their belt and began to teasingly pull them down, millimeter by millimeter exposing her buttocks. I had difficulty restraining myself from any attacks on my part. However, my friend languished, begged me to surrender to the power of hormones. I prayed that I put my hand in my pants to correct his zeal. Natasha at that moment glanced at me and found me in an awkward position. Her face was once again covered with a familiar smile. She was pleased that I was excited by her striptease.

- You decided to start without me? She asked slyly, looking at the bulging knob on my jeans.

- Would you like to join? - I replied, finally taking off my jeans and throwing them at the foot of the sofa.

She looked at my size appreciatively and also bit her lip teasingly. I leaned forward and left my jeans nearby. She spun in front of me, showing off her farms. I pulled the tool through the hole in the family, in order to show her his. She fell next to me. She hugged me and kissed me. This time the kiss was passionate. She licked like a lustful slut. Sucking my tongue and biting my lips. Her nails dug into my chest. Her fingers twisted around the trunk of my penis. I did not remain in debt: grasping her ass with rough fingers and taking to knead them, making my way to her vagina. We rolled around in the arms of the couch area until it came off my lips and said to me in a low voice:

“I like him,” her breathing was quick and intermittent. The eyes went to the groin area. This bitch craved a hell of a fuck. Well...

- So kiss him! - I said directly.

She looked at me confusedly, but, apparently, even more embarrassed, she crawled there. A little play with him hands. And then she touched her lips. "Why can't they just take it in their mouths, suck them properly, and swallow the sperm ?!" flashed through my vicious head. I grabbed her by the hair and sent it into her mouth. However, I should note, she coped well with the task. Licked, sucked, swallowed, not forgetting to smack her passionately. After enjoying her art (judging by which it was not her first time!), I pulled her back. She spread her legs and, having already appeared without panties, saddled me. What a pleasure it was to dive into it! She immediately filled the void with the missing element. Beat her hips this way and that, changing tempo, changing angle. A rare girl who, being on top, does everything herself. Then she leaned back, put her feet on the couch and groaned again with her previous frictions.

Suddenly the door to the room opened. Our eyes appeared familiar silhouette. I do not know who we expected to be caught, but definitely not Katya. Kate entered the room, did not immediately notice us. Just seeing the scattered clothes, she looked up at the sofa. It is difficult to describe what grimace her face has taken: there was a surprise, an embarrassment, a jealousy, a grudge, anger, and ... even arousal. A sort of excitement of an innocent girl, for the first time watching the sex scene. She froze in clumsy body movements.Somewhere between a malicious preaching and turning 180 degrees and disappearing behind the door. At that moment, I felt Natasha's muscles contract. She dug her nails into my stomach, leaving deep marks. And making a sound that looked like a moan or a scream, collapsed ... Read more →