- Why are you staring there?

- Quiet! - Oleg shushed him. - Do not bother me! I look at the work of the master.

The master, meanwhile, went on to massage the abdomen, starting it, according to the rules, with stroking. Here, only its position at the same time turned out to be somewhat unusual - on spread legs with a bench between them. Melting little by little crawled, exposing most of the tense, with protruding veins of the trunk. She was twirling her eyes, throwing quick glances at the organ swinging over her, then at the door.

- Genych! - Oleg called, moving away previously from the door. - We have a beer over! Do you still have?

- There is! - Genka abruptly straightened, pulling up the melt which is clearly not enough to cover up the shame. - In the house, as you come on the left ... it seems. Or near the table. And if not - look in the car. The keys in your pocket should be. And let Katka chew something there!

- Got it! - with such vague instructions, it was possible to search for beer for a long time.

Oleg loudly slammed the door into the street and tiptoed back to the gap.

Genka continued the interrupted lesson, before this consciously lowered the melting and threw the member out. Vigorously rubbing Tankino's body, he sat down. The crimson head hung five centimeters from her nose.

- Olezhik, what is he doing? - Katka whispered, also holding her breath watching what is happening.

- Massage, what else?

- And why the hell before your wife dumped?

- So, he still does not fit in this form.

“You don't fit in either ...” Katka whispered, sweeping her hand from his belly down, managing to free the penis from the captivity along with the scrotum.

Genka crouched a bit and moved back, sweeping his head over Tank's face from chin to forehead. His palms kneaded his neat little breasts, and now his penis hung very low, swaying from his movements and touching his nose and cheeks. Tatiana did not attempt to turn away, and then completely stuck out her tongue, trying to lick the head.

- Oleg, what are you looking at !? He is now your wife for the sunnet cheek! - Katya teased him.

- Do not sunet! - he answered, although he himself was not at all sure of that. - And if anything, I have his wife at hand. - without looking, he extended his hand and squeezed his soft chest. - I'll take off.

- Do not press too much! - Katerina moved closer to him without taking her eyes off what was happening in the next room. - All to you, Olezhik, jokes.

Genka really did not poke his cheek. He again came from the opposite side and took up his feet. Massaging his ankle, he put his foot on his shoulder and moved to the thigh. Then Tatyana’s second leg was also there. Also in the process of massaging the upper side of the thigh the panties of her swimsuit slightly slipped, opening the intimate parts, but not much, still closing the crotch from Genkin's gaze from above.

Oleg watched as a member of his friend quiver in the immediate vicinity of his wife's crotch. Tatiana seemed to notice nothing lying with a blissful smile and closed eyes. Genka finished with his legs, imperceptibly for her, ran his oiled hand over his penis, then pressed his palms to her stomach and pressing, led them forward. He had to lean more and more leaning over her, which made the female legs on her shoulders pull even higher. A shiny member of the oil inexorably approached Tankinoy crotch, but she could not see it. But Katka worried in earnest, spun nervously and pushed Oleg.

- Look, see what he does! How can you be so calm !?

- Yes, let him ... for a friend is not a pity.

- I'm serious! - Angry Katka.

- And I. - Oleg moved, being behind her and gently pulled the swimsuit panties down - And where do you see "calmly"? I have how worth it! - He pressed his pubic to the buttocks.

Unfortunately, the viewing angle did not allow Tatiana's crotch to be discerned - it hindered her thigh.Genkina's head, too, disappeared from view behind him, and Oleg could only guess whether he already reached Tatyana or not. He himself could no longer tolerate.

- Cach, make your legs wider ... - he asked, running his finger between the lips.

- Only be careful, but I will fall ...

The member gently entered the wet vagina, smoothly filling it. Oleg bent Katka even lower, so as not to block the review. A rather long organ of Henki has already disappeared halfway behind the partner's thigh. Really have not got it? - Oleg was tormented - Then why does Tanka not react? Well, except that over the edge of the shop hands clutched. If I could twitch. Or gasped. Genka reached out with his hands to her breasts, squeezing them, but his pelvis continued to draw closer to Tankina’s crotch. Finally, clinging to her, he stopped. I planted ... - Oleg thought - Now for sure. Katka impatiently wagged his ass and he carefully, trying not to push hard, began smooth movements in the hot slippery cramp.

Before Genk there were no such restrictions. He rammed the dick into Tatyana, frankly enjoying it. Some kind of animal pleasure appeared on her face, she sighed, gasped and pressed her legs to her chest with both hands, as much as possible replacing Genka. Katka, no matter how trying to keep quiet, also moaned through clenched teeth. Oleg has increased the pace, clamping her mouth. Realizing that for her to take care of everything and you can relax, Katerina firmly rested her hands on the wall and even more bulged back. More Oleg did not hold back, with a squish stuffing a member into her no worse than Henki and feeling that Katka is about to finish. So it happened. Oleg removed his hand from her mouth and took hold of her buttocks, tugging at them with each push. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw how his Tatiana shuddered from Genkin's jolts, his face reddened before his eyes, as he always did during orgasm. This was the last straw for Oleg, and he also released a jet inside someone else's wife. At that moment, Genka stopped abruptly, tightly pressed against Tatyana's crotch.

First of all, Oleg wiped out Kathka between his legs after the first towel that he had misunderstood, pulled up his panties and sat him on the sofa. Then he watched as Genka slowly, centimeter by centimeter, pulled a member out of the chaotically flinching Tatyana, seemingly endless. And just making sure everyone ready loudly slammed the front door, portraying the return.

- Genych! Are you soon? - he appeared on their doorstep.

Genka at that moment politely supported Tanka by the arm helping to get off the bench.

- Already we go!

The whole company sat down at the table, and this time everyone was next to someone else's wife. She was sitting opposite Oleg and diligently hiding her eyes. There was a treacherous blush on his face. Genka looked pleased as a cat that had sour cream, and according to Katka it was impossible to say anything at all. At the beginning of the conversation was not glued. Everyone looked at each other waryly, trying to understand whether the spouse had not guessed what was happening here recently. Oleg, who already knew everything about everyone, was quickly fed up.

- Enough! - He got up from the table - Quickly all in the steam room.

- Right! - Genka supported him - By the way, girls, can you take off your rags after all? - disdainfully he pointed to the panties. - We are all adults, we will not see anything new there.

Tanya and Katka looked at each other and simultaneously pulled off their pants.

- Only you too. - demanded Katka.

Men did not have to persuade. Especially since the recently detented members hung down without disturbing the propriety. Katka, undressed, proudly straightened, showing a pubis covered with fluff and sponges barely looking out of the plump hips. Tatiana shyly covered herself between ... Read more →