After the successful completion of the first year of uni and I, my best friend Ira went off to the Crimea. We usually spent the morning on the beach, and in the afternoon siesta we were naughty in bed. Irochkin tongue worked wonders! By evening, we again went to the beach, and then - to a nightclub, to frame men. Usually we limited ourselves to one handsome and non-poor middle-aged man who was ready to generously thank 2 cousins ​​for sex. (In fact, we were not any sisters, but the theme of lesbo incest is very exciting for men).

This went on for two weeks, and I started to get bored. I wanted something crazy ...

I drank some wine that day. The world seemed a bit unreal. With three soldiers, we met in a barbecue near the beach. I don't remember the names of those guys anymore. At first, they kept a low profile, but Ira and I quickly let them know that they were not daisies. Ira agreed to go to their part of the first, but then she balked and ran away. My legs were not very worn.

In the arrangement climbed through a fallen concrete slab in the fence! I was brought to the warehouse. In addition to the boxes, there were still mountains of old mattresses. Several mattresses guys laid on the floor and, pulling off my clothes, put cancer. I usually don’t fuck without a prezik, but that day I was too smoked. Monthly recently ended, and I could not get pregnant. At first they fucked me in the pussy and mouth, but I quickly got tired and lay on my back. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) The guys took turns lying on me and fucked.

It seems that after the 3rd round, one of them left and returned with a gang. They were there more than a dozen. I didn't even try to protest. I had to push the legs wider. Soon they wanted anal sex. I didn’t mind: I’ve lost everything there, and it never hurts ...

I think I turned off. When I came to my senses, I was fucked by a helicopter - in the pussy and the heel 2 complete freaks. I tried to protest, but I was silenced by a dick. Adventure, clearly out of my control. It was painful...

I was saved by a passing prapor. He broke up the crowd. I think they were no less than 20 by the end. Then he led me out of the gate, my mother's last words.