“Give me a pussy,” Sanya, the Guardosil.

“Leave me alone,” Anya laughed.

She had a quiet cooing laugh, from which Sanya suffered even more.

- Well, yeah! ..

- San, I need to wash everything here.

Anya washed the bottom shelves of the buffet, pulling out the elastic ass in shorts.

- Well, yeah ...

- That stuck! On, just don't whine! - looking at the window, Anya lowered her shorts with shorts and bent over again, sticking out her bare farm.

Sanya pulled them to the floor and pulled Anya by the leg.

- Here's a pervert! - Anya freed her legs, left in one T-shirt, and Sanya, finally, came to the desired object.

The object turned pink fluffy spindle. Sanya took Anya by the buttocks, pulled them to the sides, untied the bud and, stretching her neck, licked into the pink heart.

- Yyy ... Here is lizun.

When Anya was worried about something, she always took up cleaning. Sana wanted to smooth out the wrinkle on her nose. For this it was necessary to pour a little tasty hormones into Anina’s blood ...

In addition, he just wanted.

More precisely, not easy, but very strong.

- Yyyyyy ... Well, what are you doing, - Anya moaned, without stopping work.

Sanya continued to lick her, sticking her tongue out like a gentle dog.

“Pervert,” Anya repeated, trying to focus on the pots. - Maniac. Ahhh ... Ahhhhh! ..

The pot fell with a crash.

- Here is a gangster! - Ala raised her red face and looked at him plaintively.

- Soooo ... Come on in here, restless Anna ...

Sanya sat on a chair, dumped the unit. Anya put herself on him, meowed when he dived in, and hugged Sanya, pressing her nose to his nose:

- Well? Satisfied? Now work, once took. Ahh ... Ahhhh ...

And Sanya worked, throwing Anya up to the ceiling.

***

A strange thing - love, thought Sanya, stomping to work. So much about her write, but in life is not so.

If you believe what they write, love is a kind of psychosis that knocks the brains out and puts a huge cock in their place. This member rules you for a while, and you attach some woman to yourself. Then the psychosis disappears and you cannot understand what it does in your apartment. Passed love, wilted tomatoes. But during a psychosis, you are guaranteed such sensations that it is worth going to.

True, there is still the so-called true, or eternal love. Despite the fact that it does not happen, all current films and all pop songs about it are spoken about. Apparently, it is only needed to knock out a tear. Really: what normal man will agree forever to fuck one single woman? But what about the principle of "take everything from life"? ..

Sanya did not know what kind of love he and Anya had, how it was called, which shelf it was spelled out, but he knew for sure that everything was different from everyone.

She and Anya grew up in the same yard. We were friends not from kindergarten, as in the films, but from the seventh-eighth grade. Were friends tightly, though not to sleep under the windows. Anya was a violin-child prodigy, and Sana liked to listen as she played all sorts of pieces, so fast that it looked like a circus.

Then Anya left to give concerts, and she was gone for six months or so. She returned in the summer, and Sanya did not recognize her. Unknown from whence, the bust was bursting with a T-shirt, sparkling hair flowed down to the priests, and the priest herself described the eight as she walked. Anya was glad to see him, was full of impressions, and his parents called her to their dacha.

Sanya, a little crazy with joy, led her along her favorite routes, and Anya stomped after him, dutifully dipping her legs into all the substances of the local marshes.

On the third day he led her across the field to the far precipice.

It was very hot, and their T-shirts were shiny with sweat.

“Ufff,” Sanya breathed, pulling off his damned moss. - What a breeze ...

“Happy man,” sighed Anya. She tied her hair, but her head still glittered with transparent drops, like a flower after the rain.

- So you, too, take off, - suddenly said Sanya.

- Hello! I'm without a swimsuit ...

- So what? No one will see.There is no one here, ”said Sanya, as if that was the only thing.

It is not known what influenced - his confident tone or something else, but she looked at him, looked around ... and suddenly took off her T-shirt.

It happened so fast that Sanya, in surprise, sank in the liver. He did not believe his eyes, looking at the sturdy Anya breasts with small dark nipples, and Anya was squinting, not knowing what to do next.

“Well,” he said, trying his hardest to speak naturally. - Another thing. Now you will not suffer.

From somewhere came the wind. He splashed hot bodies, and Anya involuntarily gasped, sticking out her chest. The wind knocked her hair, they unrolled and shot a pennant - a bronze mane that glittered in the sun, which fell on her shoulders when the wind died down.

- We are approaching the cliff. There is always wind.

“Oooo,” Anya drawled understandingly. A new rush came, twice as strong as before, and she laughed:

- Wow! - and began to spin, arms outstretched. Her hair sparkled in the sun like golden rain.

Sanya never thought that a naked female torso — smooth shoulders, horny breasts, a flexible back — could pierce the heart so piercingly. He wanted to circle with her, but he was shy, and they stomped on - Sanya and hologrudny Anya with flowing hair. Somehow suddenly it happened that they held hands and walked like first-graders. The wind did not stop, and they listened to him, embarrassed to speak and look at each other.

Then they came to a precipice, and Anya, who did not expect such a height and beauty, said, “Oh! Oooooh! - stood on the edge and spread her arms like a statue in Rio de Janeiro.

Sanya looked at her, flexible, half-naked, nipples butting the sky, and he wanted to roar ...

They returned serious and hushed. From that day it all started, even though sex was not long. Anya seemed to Sana'a so tender and sublime, and he himself was so shy that the case was limited to lischkami and hugs. Rare undressing (when parents are not strong, and undress) seemed to them the height of shamelessness. Sanya and Anya lived on the quiet outskirts of the provincial city, and, although they had laptops and smartphones, the modern world remained somewhere far away, in the illusory display tinsel, and here, around them, there were still books, the Fakel cinema and grandmother's lectures on morality.

Once Sanya took Anya to the cinema. Twisted "Restless Anna."

The film impressed them so much that on the way back, in an empty night trolley, Anya climbed on Sanya, and they licked themselves to a half-faint until they realized that they were beating each other's thighs like psychos.

There was no one in the trolleybus except them.

Deciding, Sanya climbed Anya under her skirt and pulled off her panties.

- The driver will see! - squeaked Anya, sticky, like a cake. Putting the trophy in his pocket, Sanya sat Anya over, threw a member out of his pants, covered it with Anina's skirt - and poked into the hot slippery necklace.

It was so good and desirable that they both howled and danced on the seat, furiously sucking mouths to each other. Anya crawled naked pussy on his penis and cried with excitement.

Suddenly the trolley bus pulled, and Anya screamed.

- What? - Sanya asked, looking as her eyes widen ... and then he understood everything. The trolley bus tugged again and again, and Anya yelled again and again, and Sanya went deeper and deeper into the tight hot flesh until he rested pubic in Anin pubis.

They looked at each other in amazement, not believing what had happened. Immediately, excitement boiled with a new force, and Sanya began to fool Ana, holding her by the hips. Anya sniffled.

- Painfully?

- Nah ... - she sobbed, fidgeting on his penis.

They were scared and exciting to tears. They drove their stop, caught on, jumped out at the next, and Sanya barely managed to fill the slippery member in his pants.

Out on the street, Anya hung around Sanya's neck, and he stroked her on the bottom. Then he took to a bench without a back - an ordinary bench in an ordinary ...