trip down. At the same time, the palm continued to remain on my chest, not leaving her alone, and the second began to lower my panties. I raised my ass, not wanting to repair the angel for the slightest obstacles in studying my intimate details. Neither visually nor by touch. My body trembled, and imploring groans burst out of my throat - in my opinion, the path of kisses was laid too slowly. So she got to the navel so that the male tongue could tickle into a shallow recess, then the path continued to descend, and I spread my legs (too hasty ... but you need to understand before whom!) So that the angel could more easily get to the pulsating one that requires urgent attention cunt And yet, all the same, my haste and readiness for any sexual actions on the part of the angel no longer had any meaning - I do not think that he had any doubts about my full readiness. And the fact that I am flowing like a bitch, having met her dog, he is about to understand.

But the angel did not hurry, torturing me with sweet torture. I already lifted the hips, as if giving my probably already opened pussy, recognizing the complete surrender to the men's lips. However, the angel tortured me a little more, grabbing the hair of my narrow intimate hairstyle with my lips. He pulled them along with the skin, clamping them closer to the corner of my pussy. Already a gentle triangle at the top of my pussy stretched a bit, giving me fleeting pleasure. And then the tongue finally touched the sensitive triangle. I was arched, but the angel began, not hesitating to get up absolutely amazing things with my crotch. His tongue penetrated into my moist depth, my lips clung to delicate petals, or literally kissed passionately, caressing petals, like my lips and tongue recently. I, darting and writhing on the bed, groaning out loud, only gratefully moved my middle and index finger to my pussy in front of the angel’s mouth between my legs. At the same time, the angel did not forget to knead my breasts in a businesslike manner and pinch the aching nipple with pain and pleasure.

Having collected the remnants of the will, I pulled the angel towards me.

He raised his curly head and spoke with lips that were smeared in my lubricant:

“You no longer want me to do that?”

My throat made some kind of rattle, apparently more unfit to make articulate sounds, and only the moans of a female, ready to humor her male with all the diligence:

- I do not want to finish, not feeling you in the very depths.

The angel rose above me on the elbows, prodded into my crotch with a solid hot head. Pleading from surging feelings, I put my hand between our bodies and grabbed a thick cock. It was so hard that it seemed to me steel under a delicate velvet skin. Wanting a little revenge on the angel for slow torture, I began to rub the swollen head on the sensitive triangle, deliberately tensely running along the clitoris. Soon my hand turned out to be all in a mixture of my juices and its lubricant, heavily secreted by a hard member.

Alas, I had to admit defeat. If the angel also kept whispering excellent epithets to me and sometimes kissed me, then I’m already exhausted myself, cramping to get this hot, hard, huge tool between the legs. And I sent the head in exhausted depth.

The angel burst into me with one jerk, ramming to the full depth - I was so wet in anticipation of this powerful penetration.

We merged into each other's arms, enjoying each other. A member bursting at me from the inside in the most delightful way, and when I began to move, I could not help it. I was arched under the angel, at the same time pushing on his penis to the very eggs. I screamed hoarsely, clutching my claws into the man’s buttock and shoulder.

The angel, having waited through my stormy orgasm, began to move in me, and I opened my gratitude for him to penetrate as deeply as possible into me. And sometimes I put my feet on top of his legs and started podmahivat with all the diligence, pushing myself on a thick trunk. Then I again raised the legs, and the member fell into me again to the full depth, reaching to my heart.

I fucked all fiercer, not forgetting to push my body into bed, and boobs in the chest. I flew away again in orgasm, caressing the feet of a man's ass. And when the angel growled that he was about to finish, I twisted out from under him and closed my lips with a sinking heart on a wet hot dick. As soon as my lips covered the crimson head, as the angel could not stand it and threw his sperm into my helpfully granted mouth.

I was still in a dazed state, enjoying the aftertaste of abundant ejaculation, when the angel easily got out of bed and said:

- I'll bring the juice. Do not go anywhere, - despite the orgasms received and the final reward in the form of delicacy in the mouth, I vibrated with his voice, feeling a new wave of desire.

I lay down and smiled languidly, and looking into the bewitching blue eyes, coyly took off my tongue the lost drop of sperm from my lower lip:

- Of course, I really need to soak my throat after your powerful discharge.

The angel came back too fast, as if the juice was already poured into tall glasses. However, the questions that arose were quickly knocked out of my head by a marvelous spectacle — a huge member proudly towering from the thick overgrowth. Honestly, it was the same in diameter as the glasses in the hands of a man. I, of course, had an uninvited thought - how the angel recovered so quickly, and why he was standing again, but I was not allowed to think this thought out.

The angel moved to the head of the bed, and in front of me were two glasses stretched out to me and a handsome dick standing. My eyes scoured the orange liquid in one glass, the wine-red in the other and delicious solid flesh. In my opinion, the choice was obvious. I stood up on my elbow and, closing my eyes from pleasure, absorbed the purple swollen head with a transparent drop, which appeared from the hole. She licked my tongue, when my lips were already closed on the top of the ring.

And then I took up a pretty toy seriously. I swallowed it as deeply as possible, pulled the skin to the very eggs, so that the terrifying head would swell even more - it is so nice to caress her tongue in such breathtaking form. Sometimes my lips and tongue followed to the base, caressing a furry scrotum, but not for long - it was too good to feel the hot head in my mouth.

When I needed a respite, I broke away from the source of pleasure and sipped from one or another glass, still in the hands of an angel and willingly provided to me, and then the taste of juice mixed with the taste of male lubricant, making a delicious cocktail in my mouth.

Finally, the sound of glasses put on the bedside table reached my foggy consciousness, and I was carried away to the bed. I was not even indignant that I would be fucked all in the same position - it was not worth a second of delay. Moreover, my legs are already themselves parted in front of a powerful member who has risen above my pubis.

The angel entered me immediately, neither I nor he did not even need to send a member. A huge piston immediately went to my gratefully opened in front of him pussy. The man kept his body in a canopy, on his hands, and I watched with his big eyes his trunk, committing frictions between my widely divorced hips. I had a good idea of ​​how incredibly he was now stretching my wet petals, tightly hugging the bumpy surface.

When the angel sank down on elbows, I started kissing his chest, paying special attention to small nipples, kissing them and even sucking. The blows were getting stronger, the member literally tore me in half, when another powerful push tore my ass a few centimeters from the bed.

But this angel was not enough. He rested his forehead on the pillow and put his palms under my ass.For a while, men's fingers squeezed my buttocks tightly, and then they began to throw me up, flinging myself down on a thick dick .... Read more →