pleasure, rub my face on my genitals. I was pleased with her aspiration, and I praised my “pupil” for zeal. As a reward, he also slapped a weighty member on a weighty face.

After that, finally, started the main process. He grabbed her chin with his fingers, and pulled it down, as if clenching his clenched jaws. Then he told her to hide her teeth under the folded sponge rings, and put a stiff trunk into her mouth. The second hand put Marina on the back of his head, and pulled his head to him. Sensing the head of the obstacle, stopped moving, visually assessing the depth to which he was able to dive inside. It was a little less than half.

This was the mark of the first "front of work" brunette. To think about the implementation of her "deep throat" from the very first time was too naive. The girl was already almost sick, as soon as I rested my “tip” on the threshold of her neck. She was somewhat embarrassed in this regard, starting to apologize very touchingly. But I calmed her down, explaining that this is a normal reaction of the body, which is put a foreign object in her mouth. Learning to suppress the gag reflex is possible. The main desire and patience to have. Marina eagerly assured me that she and the other were abundant.

Then I, in turn, promised her that I would be a “tutor and a simulator” in one bottle, until she mastered all the subtleties and wisdom of oral caresses. Marina, with sincere gratitude, kissed me at the very tip of the crimson head, and promised to be a diligent student. I praised her for striving, which prompted me quite a few delightful moments of pleasure, and proceeded to the theoretical part of the outlined occupation. Explained in detail, pointing with his finger, which zones are particularly sensitive to caress. Where it is necessary to act with the lips, where with the tongue, and where with both, simultaneously with each other

How correctly, and, most importantly, painlessly for a partner, to suck a dick, the girl comprehended already in the course of the practical component of my improvised master class. The first movements of her soft lips were unthinkably cautious and cautious. Marina was engaged mainly in my “hat”. The brunette didn’t dare to go further than her “hem”. I had to even ask her to be more decisive. As in the day before yesterday's “banana story,” my request had an unconditional response.

The member began to get deeper into the cozy mouth. Sucking maneuvers acquired more expressive features. The flutter of the tireless tongue became more meaningful, and the amplitude of the head movement even took on an aggressive character. But the most important was the fact that my student really enjoyed it all. The girl sucked unprofessional, but intoxicating, and very diligent. With a twinkle, so to speak. Her debut fellatio with every minute became more bold, temperamental and inspirational.

It took me a few moments to assess the potential of Marina, and to conclude that a first-class nipple will come out of it. The blowjob technique was, of course, far from ideal, but honing it was a matter of time. It was surprising and pleased with another. In the actions of Marina was not observed academic. She was not tied to the simplest algorithms. The girl improvised, experimented and applied various techniques, which she probably read or heard from her friends. My “fighter” took it deeper into his mouth, pawned his cheek, then his “helmet” licked and sucked. And all this is complex, in a circle, and in discord.

Finally, I decided to award her full freedom of action. He put his hands behind his back, and she, on the contrary, allowed the pens to be used at his own discretion. She seemed to be just waiting for this. She immediately grabbed her “training projectile” with her fingers, and began to knead the elastic eggs, nadrachivaya trunk at the base. Now the slag woman not only languidly snuffled and sighed, smacking her from time to time, but also openly moaning with pleasure. It was noticeable that the girl puts all her soul into the process.

Soon, I felt the light swell of the emerging wave of orgasm, and began to think about another intimate trick, conceived and planned a little earlier. However, my intentions were thwarted by half-drunk Tatyana, who appeared in the doorway of the kitchen room. The girl was wearing my homemade T-shirt with the words “Hooley hatched?”, Long enough to cover her hips. The question printed on the T-shirt perfectly illustrated the current state of my old friend. Tanya had a very low quality appearance. The face is wrinkled, like foil from under a bar of chocolate. Hair disheveled, in the style of "explosion at a pasta factory." With generous bags under painfully red eyes. Beauty rare, in general.

She niggardly turned away from the picture before her. For greater persuasiveness, I also took my hand off Marina and me, they say, no, no, I don’t look. She moved on unsteady legs, bypassing the sculptural composition “Girl with a member in her mouth,” to the refrigerator. Along the way, she was muttering a duty apology, although she clearly did not feel guilt due to a rather immoral character:

- Guys, you, in short, do not pay attention to me. I just like that “- censored-” (bad) that I’ll die now.

The blonde opened the fridge and stared inside. She grabbed a bottle of icy mineral water, uncorked it, and greedily stuck her lips to the neck. Then she turned, and also reeling, as she entered, retired back into the bedroom, carrying along with her a priceless bottle of life-giving moisture. All this time Marinka and I remained inactive, accompanying Loboda with a sympathetic look. But as soon as she left the kitchen, we returned to the interrupted lesson.

My nascent finale was sabotaged. Therefore, I decided to slightly correct the course of events. He ordered his little girl to stand on her feet, and put her hands on the kitchen table. When she satisfied my claim, I removed the anal plug from her. I wanted to immediately place the glass product in the girl's mouth, ready at these moments for any of my whims. But at the last moment he changed his mind. I came across a jar of icing sugar, remaining in my bachelor lair since the last, more or less, constant girl. Her name was Christina, and she, at that time, was working as a pastry chef. Accordingly, she took home all sorts of kitchen-specific utensils.

Could she then imagine that her "legacy" one day would serve her ex-boyfriend a somewhat unusual service? I opened the jar and sprinkled the anal device with sugar powder. Then he brought the cork to the lips of Marina, who was flirtatiously glancing at me through the shoulder. The girl threw a vicious glance at me, and put the “glass” in her mouth. Covering blissfully eyes, began to rhythmically slide along her lips, now and then, licking a smooth transparent surface. As soon as all the powder was absorbed, I re-introduced the anal toy in the malleable lady's cheek, and moved it (the toy) inside. Then he pulled the cork out, showered with sweet powder again, and she (the toy) again went down the route laid earlier in the brunette's mouth.

The “rectal-oral” circulation was repeated several times, saturating the body of my slutty “trainee” with glucose. After some time, I reached out with my hand to the pocket of my shorts, groping for a square of a sealed condom.Marina easily recognized my maneuver and suggested:

- Sash, is it possible this time without the "gum"? I completely trust you, and to make you calmer, then ... here, look ...

I did not have time to say a word as she shoved a piece of paper folded in half under my nose. When the brunette managed to carry him into the kitchen, and where she was hiding so far, it remains a mystery to me, to this day. It was a certificate of the absence of HIV infections, certified by the appropriate seal, and was discharged yesterday. Once again, I marveled at Marina’s readiness for our meeting. She reminded me again that she was German. And I was joking, asking how they (the Germans) could merge the Second World War, with a similar attitude. She shook her shoulders, and answered, laughing:

- Ours has iron discipline, but yours have steel eggs.

I shared her opinion, but did not support it with laughter. She was still talking about eggs, and I already pushed her crimson head in her ass. This procedure cut her giggle, forcing impatiently to twist on the rod inserted into it. The girl with vague lamentations and whining, fiercely struggling with new, probably not yet very pleasant, sensations. Despite the fact that both her and my own fingers, a banana, and a glass dildo have already been in her anus, the “living” member penetrated her for the first time. Besides, this tropical fruit was inferior to my “fighter”, both in length and in thickness. And in anal sex, even millimeters, sometimes, are crucial.

Thanks to the advance preparation of the partner's anus, my “attack aircraft” penetrated deep into the air easily and naturally. If I wished, I could in general be able to master new open spaces with a single blitzkrieg. But I'm not in a hurry. He invaded slowly, swinging the trunk from side to side, trying to feel every centimeter of the besieged territory. Observing the “anal intervention” from his observation post, he noted that the entry of a strong member into a girl's ass is not only exciting, but also a beautiful sight. Somewhere even majestic. Thanks to uncomplicated reasoning, he again came to the border of the pre-orgasmic state, however he refrained from crossing it.

Introducing, petrified from the beyond erection, member inward on the very basis, I froze, enjoying the moment of the complete surrender of the "enemy" troops. Marina asked without turning around:

- "He" in me?

- Yes.

- the whole?

- All. Is that even stuff inside the eggs you can try.

Brunette gently, as if afraid to scare a cowardly little animal, reached out to touch her crotch, and stumbled with the tips of her fingers on the weighty scrotum, buried in the back of her sexual lips. At this very moment, quite unexpectedly, the girl shook her whole body. Clutching the cover of the table with whitened fingers, often breathed. Moaning, she began to end powerfully, whispering in German: "Oh, mein Gott ... Oh, mein Gott ... Oh, mein Gott ..." (Oh, my God ... Oh, my God ... O , my God...).

I suspect that erotic breathing was deliberately translated into German in order to impress me with its originality. It really sounded very unusual and exciting. For an even greater destructive effect, I began methodically to hammer my dark-haired beauty in the ass, despite the fact that she barely stood on her feet, and with all her strength restrained herself from screaming pleasure.

Already after her orgasm, I made at least two dozen frictions in the anus I had torn up. And only then did the worn-out muscle pull out, and the girl fell exhausted to her knees. I was ready to finish, but I delayed myself for another couple of seconds. It took me so much time to reach the coffee set, and put a cup from his set under the first jet of burning semen.

I finished noisily, adorned a lot and ponder. Thick seminal fluid, too, decently out of themselves "sat down".Catching his breath, he turned to the stove, on which stood a Turk with cooling coffee. He poured the fragrant drink into the cup to the brim, watching as the curled sperm leapt to the surface like a tight lump. Marina, still, sat on the floor, her head on her chest. Therefore did not see my preparations. She came to when she heard my voice:

- Hold on, beautiful. The coffee is a little cold, but, as you requested, with the "cream" ...