Train Moscow - Sevastopol was delayed for 10 minutes, but a couple of young people did not worry. It was their long-awaited trip to the Crimea. The guys took their places on the side shelves and got the necessary things on the train, and began to communicate! Her name was Dasha, and the young man Michael. They were familiar for almost a year, and they were deeply in love with each other! It was the trip that was supposed to change their whole life, Mikhail wanted to make her an offer.

Somehow unexpectedly quickly it got dark, the bright lights of small stations occasionally flickered outside the windows. The guys started to make the bed, and before going to bed they went to the toilet. near the toilet, they looked at each other and decided to stop by, because there was no line. Having entered and closed the door behind them, they began to kiss. Misha took her ass and pulled her close, but it swayed so hard that the very first kiss could end with broken teeth. They laughed and embraced went into the car. Before going to bed, Misha offered to go out to smoke in an empty vestibule.

The wind opened in the open window, sweeping her hair away. He liked to watch her smoke, although he quit a few years ago. It was very erotic. With beautiful fingers with long, well-groomed nails, she took a cigarette, set it on fire and, as it were, reluctantly brought it to sensual lips. She covered her and slowly drew in, looking playfully in the eyes. Everyone was already asleep, and only the wheels were intertwined with their silence. She threw a cigarette out the window, turning to him a beautiful rounded ass. Misha came up behind him and pressed himself against her, covering her narrow shoulders with his hands. She froze, as if listening to herself. Then she turned sharply and dug her lips into his.

And, as was usually the case, her passionate kisses, a breast that had risen slightly under her blouse, the rubbing of her thighs about his, immediately knocked off his head, forcing him to forget about everything. He jerked her blouse, and the buttons scattered all over the vestibule. Slightly stooping, his lips stuck in large pink nipples, already standing and beckoned with hardness and helplessness. Dasha moaned softly and pressed his head to his chest. With one hand, Misha held her waist, and the second was already frantically tugging at the belt, slipping, unzipping her jeans. He just pressed her shoulder, and she obediently squatted down, looking into his eyes and gently wrapping her lips around a large large head, sucking it completely. He grabbed her hair at the back of his head and tried to plant him completely. But she slightly shook her head, freeing herself from his grip, let go of the head, took a solid trunk with her hand and began to caress him with her tongue, licking the pulsing wreaths on him, tickling and playing with her bridle. Passionately, savory and appetizing, she licked and slightly sucked the head, getting excited, more and more herself. Misha could not stand it, and already firmly grasping her hair, not allowing it to break free, burst into her current saliva with force. Having entered deeply several times, he stopped, pulled out, walked over his face, lightly slapped his cheeks and lips, enjoying the way she was trying to catch him with his lips. Wiggle the car helped him dodge her lips. Seeing that Dasha was already trembling with desire, and a plea in her eyes, he silently lifted her, turned her back to him and bent imperiously.

She clutched at the lattice on the window, sticking out her ass and spreading her legs wide. He threw the skirt on her back and saw her panties wet from the desire. After a little thought, Misha pulled a penknife out of his pocket and quickly cut it, Dasha gasped in surprise, but did not say a word. Firmly grasping her hips, trying to get into the swaying of the car, he resolutely entered into it, immediately entering all the member. She moaned and curved harder, taking it all. At this time, the door to the vestibule slammed, Misha caught the movement in the corner of his eye, but, seeing that Dasha was not reacting in his passion, he decided not to pay attention either.She slightly squeezed his cock with muscles, and he immediately forgot about everything in the world, furiously pushing in her, squeezing her thighs and moving, faster and faster, prykya from excitement. Here the carriage swayed strongly, and whether he got into some kind of excitable place, or Dasha herself was ready, but she groaned and began to cum, covering and squeezing his dick in a sweet orgasm. Bear could not resist and immediately began to splash out shocks, pressing pubis to her still trembling ass. She rose slowly, and turned around with her face. Mishka got ready to kiss her, but suddenly he saw in her eyes ... you could not even tell me right away ... how to convey that range of emotions that ran through her face, he turned around and saw two guys standing with a smirk at the opposite door, with bottles of beer.
- Well, what, dove, natrahalis ?, - one impudently asked.
“And the chick is nothing,” said another, eagerly trying, with her gaze, to see her all hidden behind Misha.
- So, the concert is over. Disagree! - On the face of Mishka came jaws, and his hands involuntarily clenched into fists.
- Do not hurry, the maestro of sex - grinned first - now we will try.
The bear covered them with a choice mate, saying that he was thinking about them, their mother and where they should go now. Guys threateningly moved in their direction. Misha back felt Dasha trembled, he turned to calm her, but did not have time to say a word. A strong blow fell on his head, extinguishing consciousness completely.

Mishka opened his eyes and stared at the white ceiling. WHERE I AM? WHAT AM I? WHO AM I? memory slowly, as if reluctantly returning him to him, herself, scraps of vision appeared before her eyes. Girl ... yes, this is Dasha ... wedding ... mother ... train ... sex ... scum. He tried to rise, but the pain hit his nerves, his head was spinning and buzzing ... he groaned and fell back on the pillow. Immediately the door opened, and the nurse, in a short snow-white robe, saw that he opened his eyes, jumped out. Just a few seconds later a doctor came into the ward. Small, plump with a good-natured expression. - Well, what, young man? Come round? How long have you deigned to unnerve us! - he smiled, looked at the readings of the devices attached to Mishkin’s hands and head. “Now try to remember your name,” he carefully looked into his eyes, listening to every sound that was being uttered. During a brief conversation, we found out that Mishka remembers everything except how he got here. It turns out he was picked up under the railway embankment, and it was not possible to understand where he fell from or was thrown out, since a huge number of trains passed through this section of the road, and none of them were reported to have disappeared. Mishka almost fell into shock again when he learned that he had been lying in this hospital for a week already. There were no things, no telephone either, and he did not remember a single phone number as a memory. But the fact that he even came to his senses and remembered almost everything was already excellent. In the morning he was removed most of the wires, allowed to slowly get up. With breakfast, another nurse fed him in the morning with a spoon, and left, wishing for a speedy recovery. With difficulty, Mishka sat up in bed, slowly lowered his legs to the floor. Slightly dizzy. He tried to get up, but his legs did not obey, and he sat back down again. Drunk tea made itself felt, and Bear, by all means, decided to get to the toilet.

At this time, a nurse entered the ward, carrying a tray with injecting accessories. Bear as soon as he could climb back under the covers. She walked over and grinned. “Look, I came to myself! Shy! And the week there was nothing lying naked? - her eyes flashed mischievously. Blushing, he clumsily turned on his stomach, and with his foot inadvertently dropped the blanket completely to the floor. The nurse smeared her buttock and with a quick movement, she inserted a needle. Then with a gloved hand she effortlessly ran over his stiff ass, slightly touched the crotch with her finger and touched the scrotum.Mishka froze, not knowing how to react ... "That's all. Something will have to be called."