lips and tongue joined her pussy, her looks at the root changed. My fingers converged on her tanned ass, pushing her hips wider. Tongue dived deep into the vagina, giving her indescribable pleasure, from which she began to moan and work with my dick much more willing. And not just more readily, I thought, she would swallow it by the root.

After some time, she was already lying on the sheets completely naked. I lay on top, caressing her breasts. Anya bent, spreading her legs as best she could. Her whole body was on fire, she wanted to be dishonored. To an ardent stallion deprived of her innocence. He sprinkled the angel with drops of debauchery. I ran my fingers over her pussy lips: she had flour on her face. She clutched at the sheets with her fingers, bit her lips, and a shiver ran through her body. I guess she just didn’t know how to say it more beautifully, that's why she used the well-known phrase (although perhaps this is what she meant):

- Fuckme!

I grabbed her thighs and pulled her onto my unit. She screamed loudly. When I plunged my warrior into her bosom again, the cry was replaced by a lustful moan. Then more and more. Our bed came shaking. She squeaked so hard that the thought arose that the bed would not survive this night. The only thing that sounded louder than the bed was Ani's moans. What are the only acrobatic figures she did not perform in bed! She bent in all directions, threw her legs behind her head, etc. Meanwhile, I was afraid that I would finish earlier. Not so much from the rules of etiquette, they say, a man should finish last, as from a reasonable conclusion, that if I finish, but she does not, Anya will rape me until she reaches the desired. Meanwhile, she did not frown. Only now my ear caught in her cries foreign: “Yeah”, “C" mon! ”,“ Fuckme! ”And the most unpredictable“ Harder. ”Then I literally pounced on her, pressed her hands to the bed, thighs spread her legs and, finding a foothold, darted her open spaces with new enthusiasm. The girl screamed, like the girl behind that door. I wanted to give her pleasure. I wanted this stone to fall off her shoulders. I I bit her nipple. I put her in the very eggs, and did not manage to pull him out. My muscles contracted, filling the condom with sperm. Anya continued to moan, but her moan gradually turned into excited breathing. she was heaving high, she had difficulty breathing, sweat poured in a river, in the rays of a floor lamp her wet body shimmered with light, I ran my fingers over her chest, stomach, triangle, she started. Dropping goosebumps. Then I fell next to her, dragging the condom from the instrument of love.

It took about ten minutes of caresses and post-orgasming compression before we passed out.

Tomorrow Anya will wake up alone in the middle of a cold bed. He will open his eyes and, not immediately remembering why she is lying naked in an unfamiliar place, will notice that my trace has caught a cold. Get out of bed and go to take a shower. And when he returned to the room, he would find a note on the bedside table. Of all the words she will be familiar only: thankyouforthewonderfulnight. Then her eyes will attract a modest bunch of flowers on the table. She will smile a little, come up to smell them, and later, with a contented smile, will add: “Bastard is not national!”

The next day I went to Sasha: he was sitting in the morning and hung over cheap beer. We immediately began to exchange impressions. The young translator told how he expressed himself with Larisa in the language of sugary-lustful French. How they wandered into the second pre-ordered room. How to smoke a hookah with a girl steamed.How poured smoke tequila. How to lick each other salt. How to suck under a blanket. As he put her in the pose of "Burenka" and entered into anal. As she jerked and screamed. As she was drunk to resist in earnest. How he forgot the condoms and during the blowjob was forced to cum in her mouth. How then he woke up at night and pushed her again. As she woke up and closed in the toilet. As she vomited there for about five minutes. How he remembered and washed off, until something happened. As she flopped into bed and did not even notice his absence. As he went downstairs and noticed a drunken crowd near the bar. How this drunken crowd turned out to be our friends. How they had fun walking to his house, because the money was left behind the bartender. How then they made noise in the kitchen and accidentally woke Sashkin's mother. As in the morning, all the friends left Sashkin's hut, and he finally was able to hang out adequately.

I sat and listened, and before my eyes stood that beautiful face of Ani, when she first turned to me ...

***

Hotel rooms and drinks in the bar thoroughly devastated an already light pocket. But I didn’t have a hundred thousand rubles in my account, so what about talking about dollars. Therefore, Sasha and I decided to leave the legend “foreigner and translator” until better times. I had to steer on the streets. A couple of times we met pretty girls in the alleys and avenues. They even got into our car. We drove them to the river, and then argued with Sasha, who would stay in the car, and who would be content with privacy in the water. The first time I was with Leroy (it seems that was her name) had to go ashore. Although why I had to? We had a good time in nature instead of huddling in a narrow cabin. At first we were fooling around. Splashed in water. Just swam. Until I swam up behind her and did not bother. Having depicted a sea monster thirsting for fresh flesh, I finally calmed her down and hugged her. Of course, she resisted at first, but then she clung to me with all her hilly body. Its not huge, but still palpable breasts swelled with excitement, and wound up nipples stood like my banger in my underpants. We leaned against each other and kissed, hanging out in the cool water. My hands traveled along her back and, while she was fascinated by my tongue, they secretly untied the straps of her swimsuit. Then we went down under the water, and when she surfaced first, like a float, her bra released her languishing boobs. I immediately bit into them with lips and teeth. She still resisted, they say, can not so, on the first day surrender to another unfamiliar person. But my speech apparatus did it all. A few minutes later she herself pressed my face to her, so that I did not stop. I meanwhile lowered his pants. Then he put his hands on her buttocks and began to knead them. The wet buns rolled over with my fingers. This was not enough for me. Then I got under her panties. Elozil her ass, pushing the berries and making her way to the pussy. She wrapped one leg around my thigh and pressed her pubis against mine. Here I could not stand it. Pulled the straps of the panties. He sat down, and then rose himself and her on his mount. She screamed and looked hopelessly into my eyes, supposedly did not expect me to be so preoccupied. But then she reconciled with her fate and, settling better, gave herself to me without a trace. For a while we stood in the middle of the river, not far from the shore. I, picking up the very berries, stuck it on my cucumber, but her whole role was to groan, squeal and occasionally pry me with a basin. In principle, she coped with her task.

Then some kind of awkward movement followed, and I, having not mastered the balance, flopped into the water, dragging it along. We got to the muddy shore, somehow managing not to break the unity of "sausage and pussy." And already there on the shore, pressing her fragile body to the bottom so that the water covered only part of her body, I continued to hammer her vagina. Lerka moaned, oh, how moaned. It seemed like I was blowing her to tears.Spread her legs like a lascivious slut, giving the most priceless to an unfamiliar person They are all the same! Just to each need their own approach. I felt that the forces are running out. Sweat flowed in three streams. Lera stuck to my neck, leaving a hickey. At the same time she whispered: “More! I want more! ”I rolled over onto my back. Lerka saddled me .... Read more →