Do you understand, in the seduction of minors.
- What ... what minors?
“These,” his hand squeezed a warm hand. - Who are holding my hand now.
- How? - Dasha also squeezed his hand. - But, after all ... there was nothing!
“Try to explain it to them,” Gennady Petrovich smiled wryly. “They only see shit in everything.” They think everyone is like them. They do not understand and will never understand that there is a real pure friendship between a person and a person who is above sex and physiology, and that we are with you ...
- I'll go and explain everything to them. - Dasha resolutely went to the door.
- Dash! Wait! You what - Dasha turned around. - They will not understand, and will never believe, and not ... Dash! Well what are you ...
- I'll tell them. I will tell them everything as it is. - Dasha squeezed her lips and resolutely left the classroom, waving her scythe.

Gennady Petrovich was hunched over.

His young man suddenly opened his pants with a drunk, entering into a clear contradiction with the situation; it was impossible to jerk off — Dasha could return at any moment, and Gennady Petrovich waited for her, his lips compressed.

Soon she returned. Her face was red, her eyes gleaming.

- Here. I told them everything.
- What did you tell?
- Everything. She told me what you are. What are you cool, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, and how they are not ashamed to say that about you. That you are to me as a father and as a friend. I told them everything as it is.
- And what are they?
- And they looked at each other and laughed. Nothing, I still told them everything. Let them know. Here it is. - Dasha blurted it out in one breath. She was out of breath. - And you ... do not dare to upset me here, okay? Do you understand me or not? - She came closer to Gennady Petrovich and suddenly embraced him. Gennady Petrovich trembled.

- What are you, Rapunzel, breast to the embrasure ... for such an old ruin, like me? - he tried to joke, biting his lip.
- Do not dare to talk about yourself. You are my very best, most dear, ”she poked her cheek and suddenly kissed him. Then another, more and more, saying - Do not dare. Do not dare. Do not dare ...

Gennady Petrovich tolerated, gritting his teeth, then he could not stand it and answered her.

His lips felt the velvety skin of his forehead, tickled his eyebrow and went down to his eyes. A second — and he bit the hot cheek and the wings of his nose, another second — and his lips stuck to his lips, and burning tongues leaked through them, and his heart sank together somewhere down, as in a dream.

When they broke off, tasting and licking each other, red, wet and stupefied, Gennady Petrovich suddenly realized that now the worst thing that can be - words, and we can not allow them to be heard.

“Ah ...” Dasha’s mouth was opened, but Gennady Petrovich closed him with a kiss, sucking furiously into salty hot lips, and squeezed Dasha's body, sticking him close to him. Dasha trembled and wobbly, and he along with her. She answered him, licked into him violently and awkwardly, like a young shepherd.

“Now we need words,” he thought or felt, and his lips whispered to the beat of his lickings: - Dasha ... Dasha ... tender, kind, pure mine ... Words painted over what was happening in a noble color, putting conscience to sleep. Having licked Dasha with a neck and ears, squeezing her waist to a crunch in the back, Gennady Petrovich realized that they could not stop. “You can,” some devil whispered whispered to him, and Gennady Petrovich, having become cold, pulled the jacket from Dasha.

Dasha did not resist, limping obedient doll, and soon her was only one bra, slowly, in time with kisses slipped from his breasts. “I am sleeping,” thought Gennady Petrovich and roared with happiness, “I dream” - and poked into the hollow of large filling balls, downright huge for a girl of sixteen, and slapped his cheeks on soft smet halves, and bit his lips on her nipples, hard, salty, with a big shameful halo, as he thought ...

The bra was lying on the floor.Dasha, naked to the waist, stood with her head thrown back, and Gennady Petrovich was sitting on the edge of the chair, holding her hips in jeans and tormenting her nipples - one and the other, sucking, stinging, tickling licks, from which Dasha flinched as a beast . Closing her eyes, she swayed, allowing Gennady Petrovich to pull off her jeans, snatch and tighten her hips, crawl a finger into a hot woolen pussy, wet as her mouth, and masturbate her, dragging off her wet panties with her other hand ...

Realizing that she was completely naked, Dasha straightened up and stared at Gennady Petrovich, snapping her head. His huge aggregate was swinging over lowered trousers.

- No ... - Dasha whispered with her lips alone. - Not! - she shook her head and covered her hands, chest, red, squeezed and licked by Gennady Petrovich.
- Dasha ... Dasha ... my Rapunzel ... - Gennady Petrovich whispered. - Everything will be fine. Come on ... get on your knees.

He arched her like wax, and Dasha obediently got cancer on the dirty floor. Her breasts were hung down with a cream-udder, the spit fell to the floor and twisted like a snake. Gennady Petrovich lifted her hips, spread her buttocks, revealing the sticky spindle of his pussy, closed his eyes, not believing himself - and nuzzled his crotch, immediately snapping into the juicy middle ... Dasha thinly and highly whined, crawling on the elbows and sweeping nipples floor. Having licked her to wheeze, Gennady Petrovich straightened up, drove the dick into it, tricked them into a soapy pussy, pulled new squeaks out of Dasha, and then plunged in sharply, putting Dashina's hips on himself.

She screamed, - and Gennady Petrovich slowly and inexorably pressed into the pliable flesh, wincing with desire. “Everything, there is no virgin,” he thought, putting eggs into a hot body. Dasha fidgeted with his fuck, but Gennady Petrovich tenaciously held her hips, not letting her come off. Initially, slowly, then faster and faster, he fucked her, putting her hands on her hips and imposing a pulse on her; Dasha whimpered, but soon became involved, began podmahivat, and Gennady Petrovich razvebyval her, slapping eggs on a mound, ripped his dick. He had already seen that the pain was replaced by a high, and he fucked Dasha, not hesitating, breaking into the tight flesh and crushing his velvet thighs, sides and back, and laughing, and wheezing from the wild, unbearable pleasure that twisted him like a tantrum.

A sweet rubber stretched into my groin ... “I should jump out” - a belated thought flashed, and Gennady Petrovich screamed from the desperate exhaustion in the eggs, and immediately threw half a liter of fire into the squeaking Dasha, and pulled it over himself to the stop instead of leaving and not fertilize for nothing, and vyebyvatsya in squishing pussy, squirting there hard, tight sweetness, juicy and colorful as a million rainbows, and dying from pleasure and permissiveness, and fucked, fucked, fucked his Glusha from the wilderness, pouring it with the sweetness of melting eggs. Sperm flowed along her legs mixed with blood, but Gennady Petrovich still could not calm down and bursting with a dick a hot pocket, shuddering the last sweet echoes in it, and stretching his hips, eagerly protruding upward ...

Then he grabbed Dasha, sprawled on the floor, and sat him on his knees: - “Dasha, Dasha, my dear ...” Dasha from behind was all sticky, as if she was sitting in honey. She sobbed, and Gennady Petrovich kissed her whole body at once, pouring gratitude and drowning out her conscience. “Dashulya, my girl, beloved,” he wheezed, sniffling; his dick, for nothing that gutted to the drop, already hardened and climbed up, and Dasha's nalaskannoe, the onslaught body was for him a paradise balsam; having mounted her on horseback, Gennady Petrovich put it on his dick and swam into the rattled inside, pulling him like a coat on a hanger.

“Dasha, Dash, as well,” he whined, and he kissed her nipples, plump, exhausted and pink, like little roses. Dasha fidgeted on his cock; then, with a groan, leaning toward him, she kissed his mouth - and they entwined themselves in a naked, wheezing, bite-hard room, jumping in a chair, like in a mustang.

Soon there were no words or caresses - only one hard rhythm of jumps, and with it - joint exhalations:
- Iyh ... Iykh ... Iyykh ... Yeehh ... Iaaah. .. Ieauuu ...

Dashin squeak merged with the roar of brutalized Gennady Petrovich. He sensed that Dasha is close to orgasm, and from all ... Read more →