her friend simply could not stand it, and when she once again pulled him out into the air, he sprinkled her face. With that sprinkled quite abundantly. I stood on top, slowly limping and looking as my sperm drains from her nose, lips, chin. Dasha looked extremely unhappy.

- So that means ?! She urged bitterly. - I am to him with all my heart, and he cums right in my face!

Sveta and I stood and laughed.

- To you, hee hee, and I break off a second time already. Your friend, - now she turned to me, - was also streaming fast ...

“Maybe you just manage them so well?” - I nodded toward my unit.

Then she again began to cheat on my end.

- Does not matter. You won't get off so easily! Someone should fuck my girl, - her second hand lay on her pubis and began to masturbate.

What else to add! A few minutes later Sasha came. I saw how Dasha stands, substituting his ass for me. I grabbed her buttocks, pulled on the unit. Sasha lay back. Dasha sat on him. I, wearing a condom, just in case, nestled in the back and drove into her anal. The girl was frisky. So much so that she managed to finish herself twice or two, until we again slapped her with our family. On the way back, she was discussing something vigorously with Sasha, who was driving. Sveta and I sat back in the rear Seats. She laid her head on my shoulder. Her hand slid down my chest to the groin area. She groped my tired horse. Unzipped the zipper. Seeing my surprised look, she squealed and sank down, gracefully removing a loose strand of hair behind the ear, down ...

***

When I woke up in a strange apartment, lying on the floor among several other people, noticing that someone's hand was on my chest, I was desperately trying to remember how I got here. The head refused to obey, but she had no choice. First, I systematized the search algorithm. I stopped on the fact that first of all you need to determine where I am. The ceiling that was in front of me, told me absolutely nothing. Then I decided to find the source of the hand lying on my chest. The source was hiding under some kind of darted and dirty rug. It seems, from him bore spirits spilled yesterday. Hook! Yesterday we drank. Yes, it should be so. After all, we called up with friends to meet and celebrate the last days of my endless freedom. Apparently, the booze was at its best. I threw the blanket from the head of the source. Of course, I was very surprised, but not so much to be undermined and screaming. You have to be realistic: if I sharply explode, then it’s likely that a beer drunk yesterday, diluted with vodka and (if memory serves me) whiskey, will break out and add to the current situation even more embarrassment. And why so much wonder. Yes, I woke up in an unfamiliar hut with Dasha! With the very Dasha, who was upset that I, in fact, just use it in bed rest, and stopped contacting me. With that Dasha, who still had an equally attractive big-breasted sister Xenia, with whom, by the way, I also managed to get laid a few weeks ago.

As soon as the ray of the sun, which was already burning outside the window, touched her face, Dasha started and hid her face in my armpit. For the full picture, she also laid her foot on my groin area. Then I noticed that I have no underpants! But a number of used condoms were lying nearby. Therefore, yesterday was sex. And sex could be either so hot that one condom is not over, or extremely inept, that so many condoms were wasted. I kept looking around.

In the corner I found the sleeping Sasha in an embrace with a brunette unfamiliar to me.Behind the old wardrobe in the chair were two of our friends. About ten bottles were scattered around their shelter: either they threw them or threw them! A pair of boys snored on an old-looking couch, and three girls snoozed next to them. Clothes, maps, skin of dried fish, and husks of nuts were scattered across the floor. In the area of ​​the computer corner the operating unit buzzed. I slowly got up, threw a blanket over Dashka, pulled on pants with pants and went to the side of the washstand. Only when I came out into the hallway, I realized that we were smoking to Andryukha’s apartment, whose relatives spent the night in the country house. Having plunged a wadded head under a stream of cold water, I was puzzled by the recollection of yesterday's party.

I remember how we walked our boy-company on the street from the store. Packages rattled with glass bottles. Crossing the threshold of Andryukhin lair, we immediately put a drink in the refrigerator. They sat down in front of a computer, cut in porn and, loudly and fervently discussing the action of the picture, drank drinks. Looking at the monitor, I inadvertently remembered how I had secretly entered Xeni’s room, how I had seduced her in that room.

I remember after the first bottle we wanted more. In the course went the cards, pizza, chips. Alcohol hit in the head. It became somehow lonely and therefore sad. Conducting a conversation about women, Andryukha suddenly offered to call prostitutes. We immediately rejected the idea. It was not so much a pity for the means, which, in fact, was not there, but how much was disgusting after so many first-class girls to drag one into bed that you cannot refuse. Little babnichesky bzik!

I remember it was fun. Armed with sparkling and immensely vulgar anecdotes, we cheerfully passed along another hour. Andryukha lounged on the sofa with a handset, called someone, offered to join. When three of his group mates, accompanied by girls, knocked on the door, we were already none. Dashka was among those girls. I don’t know if she noticed me - they were as drunk as ours. The guys put all the bottles on the floor. The party continued. The truth is that from this moment I don’t remember a damn thing.

And, according to reliable sources, the following happened.

When alcohol finally washed away all the boundaries between us, a part went out to smoke, a part remained in the apartment. The smokers were discussing something lively on the balcony, laughing loudly, drinking beer, and then throwing bottles on the street. I was not among them. It turns out I went to the bathroom to wash. There accidentally found a certain blonde with a short hairstyle. It is worth noting, she was going short hair! She herself was not tall. With bee waists and impressive buffers. She washed her face: apparently, she just felt bad. Mascara washed over cheeks. I fell in next. We discussed something. I hunted stupid jokes: awareness of what was happening left me. She laughed and clapped me on the shoulder. It was extremely difficult for her to stay on her feet. She leaned on me, almost falling. I put my hands on her waist (well, maybe a little lower). Soon we were standing at the wall and sucking. The straps of her top slid off her shoulders. Bra cups were slightly turned down. Her discouraging buffers burst out. She whispered: "I want!" I pulled off her leggings. I pulled up her left leg and casually brought the fighter into her hangar. I do not know how much we still fucked in this position. Fifteen minutes, thirty or an hour. She grabbed hold of something and tried to ride me. That “something” turned out to be a shower mixer tap. Gushing water. She moaned in my arms, almost choking on the water flowing down her torso. With grief in half, I finished it and slipped out of the bathroom.

Then I was carried to the balcony. On the way, I ran into another couple who licked in the corridor. She undid the buttons on her shirt, exposing her neckline in front of him. But he was more interested in what was hidden in her tight jeans. He touched her thighs, buttocks and kept striving to unzip the zipper, which would open the sacred entrance for him. I grabbed a bottle of beer and walked on, but I tripped and crashed into a couple. The beer, of course, spat on his T-shirt and pants.The girl disappointedly muttered something. Her cavalier, who was no less occupied by the incident, pushed me to the side. At the same time he threw something like “What are you, bitch, oherel, fucking ?! Look what you've done! Goat fucking! ... Read more →