- Who? - threw Xenia.

“Own,” I replied.

She clicked the lock tentatively and opened the metal door ajar.

- What do you want? - she looked at me with a questioning look. - You, I believe, to Dasha? She does not want to see you ...

- Spit! - I did not listen to her and rushed into the apartment. Xenia tried to obstruct. I looked down at her old, slightly holey T-shirt. There, where the raised bra languished chest. Licked from fond memories. Xenya shied away from me. Probably my expression seemed manic to her. - That's the same!

I quickly passed through the corridor, entered Xenin's room: on the bed where we had a good night a few weeks ago, her boyfriend was sitting. I threw him "Hi, how are you?". In fact, he was glorious. He studied on the budget. I was to complete a graduation course, after which he intended to continue working in his specialty and make an offer to Xena. In general, he had the most serious plans to eat. In addition, a sense of humor, a language without bones, a mathematical turn of mind - I do not understand why we did not find a point of contact with him. Then I turned my eyes towards the TV and a small chair in front of him, in which Dashka sat.

“Dasha, I told him that you were against it, but he ...” ran in with Xen's shouts.

Dasha raised her angry eyes to me, and not just angry, but literally sizzling. I wanted to say something. Even promptly exploded from the chair. She was wearing a terry robe, slippers, dogs. I, without changing the pace, moved to it. She obviously had something to say, but did not have time. I grabbed her, threw her on the shoulder and dragged her into her room. Dasha kicked, started shouting something. Something like: “put me in my place, you bastard”, “take your dirty hands, you bastard”, “I don’t want to see you, you bastard”, “leave me alone, go to your girlfriend, womanizer”, etc. But I not one of those who turn back and put the girl on the ground. Yes, I'm not like that! Instead, I publicly - we haven't entered her room yet - relish her slapping her lustful ass. She screamed in pain, but neither Xenia nor her Victor dared to stop me. The door slammed shut.

I threw her on the bed, without wasting time, taking off her tights. Dasha flew up, attacked me with cuffs:

- Do not dare, remember, do not dare ever touch me with your dirty paws! - I suffered one slap in the face, the second, but the third one is already overkill. I caught her wrist. He struck her face with a second palm and pushed her in the direction of the bed. She landed on the side. I rubbed my aching cheek:

- Did you hit me? She whispered, trying to make sense of what had happened. She rose to her feet again. - Yes, how dare you? - her quiet maniacal voice shifted to a scream. She was about to wave her arms again, but it was not there.

I grabbed her shoulders, spun her around and pushed forward again. This time she resisted, with her hands on the bed. I took down her robe. There I was waiting for the recent acquaintance black panties. I picked them up with my fingers and rushed at myself. Cracked fabric. Scraps down her leg to the floor. I pulled a unit out of my underpants and roughly put it between her legs. A muffled moan escaped her lips. I entered it again. The groan gradually grew. Touchy quiet tone was replaced by greedy lustful. Tears of despair in her eyes turned into tears of delight. I roughly clutched her buttocks with my fingers. Got more comfortable. He began to literally stick her bosom on his elda. Movement was clear. She could not move - completely surrendered to the power of my hands. The pace accelerated. Her berries were burning. I added the heat with a couple more slaps. Piston pecked her with great enthusiasm. He hadn't been without sex for so long. And this Alina! Takes and seduces him.That stands back to him in some black panties, seducing his imagination. That and completely naked, allegedly did not have time to get dressed. All this tales! In fact, I felt, her insidious plan to torture my stallion had long been ripe for her. And he was crowned with success. But more horseman could not bear it. Enough! Yes, let her hear: Hwa-TIT! Mustang broke free. Long live the prairie! I suppose if you can think of “racers”, I would have fucked Dashka with just such thoughts.

Meanwhile, having drunk on her juices, he strove to give her his drink. I gripped her waist even harder. Dasha started up screaming. And suddenly the bait fell. I put her deep as ever, when the first portion of sperm flew to meet her womb. Then I pulled out the fighter, patted them on her buttocks and drove again. As it should, pressed. Milk substance sprinkled her lips, thighs, berries. However, my hell did not want to give up. He was still in a fighting position. Dasha collapsed on the bed and half turned at me with an indignant look, they say, is that all? I landed next to her.

- Are you satisfied? - I asked, catching my breath, I.

- What are you fucking ?! - finally she verbalized her thoughts. - Is that all you can offer me ?! Himself finished, and I fucking ?!

I tried to calm her down, but to hell with two. She continued to run into me until we again grappled with her. We struggled a little on the bed, and when she was on top, I had to give up. She bent over my warrior and kissed him. She first touched her lips, then held her tongue, and then swallowed. What kind of fighter after this will not want again ?! Well, except that lazy. My one was not.

Dasha sat on him and rode. If before she was a sex toy, now I felt like a sex machine. Cold mercenary calculation. First I fucked her, now she fucks me. The bed creaked like in the old days. I tried to roll over, but Dasha firmly decided that she would not change her position until she got what she wanted. She pressed at different angles, turned the pelvis - which she just did not do! In the end, I took over. Sharply grabbed her, I leaned aside and we fell on the floor. Dasha kicked, fought back, but the grip was steel. I pressed her to the floor, spread her legs to the maximum and whispered in a maniacal voice: “Are you ready, bitch ?!” The carousel began to spin again ...

This went on for a good half hour, until two dead sweaty bodies collapsed on the crumpled sheets. The room suddenly became quiet. Dasha stopped her screams with moans. Our bodies have stopped publishing slaps. The bed fell silent. Now silence was broken by our deep breaths. For a time, until we were furious, like overexcited rabbits, a terrible mess was made in the room. There were books on the floor, books, two chairs were dropped. The couple behind the door probably decided that we were crazy. And yet, until now, no one looked. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

“No,” Dasha shouted.

“Yes,” I shouted.

My scream was louder. The door opened. Dasha, hurrying, threw a terry robe over her nude body - she only threw on her sights. I lay open: everything in sight. In the doorway, Xeni’s head appeared.

- Are you alright. We decided that you killed each other ... Oops! - she looked at the room, stumbled upon us. As a result, her eyes focused on the fact that I was not ashamed to hide.

“Yes, everything is fine,” I replied, “do you want to join?”

Dasha pushed me with her elbow into the chest, but Xenya had already closed the door on the other side.

- You, what, also want to seduce my sister? - Dasha slyly stared at me.

“Not anymore,” I replied.

- What does this mean: already?

- Well, how can I tell you ... - well, I told Dasha how one day I climbed into the room and as a result, the petting game parted that leg. While I was narrating, Dasha got aroused again, even though she called me a scum, a freak, a womanizer, and other similar words. She began to paw my instrument again. Yes, more and more .... Read more →