I myself am a professional photographer, and therefore I know very well that the emotions of people in a photo are their emotional state, which is PRESENTED to a photographer. And then on each of the pictures - ecstasy, bliss, an explosion of happiness. I forgot about everything by surprise. Such a collection of masterpieces.

I immediately dubbed this collection - this is a gallery of happy orgasms. At first it just stuck. But peering into faces, neck, breasts, hair, I definitely found not only droplets of moisture, but droplets of semen !!! I am buggy, the fact that from the image literally emanated a blooming smell. Well, then why not assume that this bloom is the moment of orgasm. Well, if not the orgasm itself, then literally in the very first minutes how to fuck my lady finished.

Wow!!! So anyone who visits this apartment in the toilet and in the bathroom stumbles upon nude photos of the hostess of this apartment?!?! And for sure, everyone sees the same thing as me - this is almost porn-photos - no matter how cool - and sperm is present, consider that literally every photo. BOLDLY!!!

Where am I? What the fuck-in-the-mouth! Where does this level come from? What ebic power dragged me here ?! Well fucking slut. Happenes! What from that? But here is not just a restaurant slut; here rather LADIES! What the hell?

Once again, I scan scanned endless pictures with her bare boobs and pussies. So, this is how only extremely advanced men can capture it - from my banal prostitution from every photo I was super beautiful! SUPER!!! SUPER!!! Well, just fucking fucking!

I ran into the bathroom and to the toilet three times - well, just to enjoy the creations. In the room itself, all the lighting fixtures are clearly professional. I could even name the brands of all these searchlights and why it is the particular spectrum of llamas used in these searchlights that are used. So this is a photo studio? It seems not like a photo studio in its purest form. No, it's still - housing. Just advanced housing. Accommodation - preoccupied on the art of people.

What the fuck is life? On art? On sex, however, most likely. This apartment is all fucking, erotic. Here here is a strap with a buckle of the guy-insert-into-woman type. And candles with the details of the male member. Well, bro, from one Yerevan loving woman you immediately find yourself in our Nashen bitch lady. The same advanced, clever; and the same insatiable and lustful. Well, do not let me rest from you all the women ...

I fell into bed again. Heat. Pants or where not to find; but did not want to wear. My dick stood like a crowbar; Apparently the head of my dick was still thinking about what position my man’s lady took for a few minutes before taking a picture.

And my own head, meanwhile, reasoned much more pragmatically: I don’t give me peace of mind here. Stocks of seed in eggs are used for extra extreme necessity. Mode: we fuse as usual sincere and sincere, but we don’t allow wear and tear of the body with our orgasms. Let's see who in this war is being fought and re-fought.

At this stage - rest. And I fell asleep again. I woke up when someone in the kitchen cooed. And my lady flew past me like a bird a couple of times back and forth onto the balcony. I saw out of the corner of my eye - naked! This is somehow unusual. Although: so what? She is at home.

At her third run, my dick came out from under the sheets.Apparently he was curious: and who will we fuck today? My lady abandoned that she had there in her hands rushed with kisses straight to the prick. How many sincerely joyful words she immediately blurted out in the address of my standing member. That I, pretending to wake up blurted out: “I’m not interfering in your communication. Can you introduce me to this lady? ”

- Oh and your friend woke up too. Now, my darling, I will quickly dress up, and I will go out and get acquainted with your friend.

Well rzhaka. There was no prankiness, there was so much sincerity. That I, inspired by such a humorous mood, even tried to catch the escaping bird for the boobs and throw it into the crib. But she, winged, flew off to the bathroom.

Literally a minute later she appeared in a veil hat, beads, a waist strap with a porno-clasp, and heels. With a gesture she showed me - to remove the sheets and stand up. I would not dare to obey such a naked in every sense a gorgeous woman. In the same theatrical way I threw back the sheets and stood beside her. She turned, and to me, and to the huge mirror that was on the closet-coupe saying: what is my Lord's name and at the same time with the handle took my standing trunk and obviously began to masturbate him with the full length from eggs to the prick.

- Now he will speak and say that his Master is called Ildar. And what is the name, that Lady, that with such a push squeezes your confession out of you. At the same time, with both hands, with the same strong pressing, I swallowed her breasts at once. I imitated at the same time the same pugnacious movement - from the beginning of the breasts to the papillae.

- Well, if you please call us Tatiana.

I squeezed her nipples, and she gave me a prick.

- Well, finally met. And I won’t think of how to dine at the table to call your beloved husband.

The mood was just fabulous. In other matters, as well as fabulously decorated table. My lady flirted with me as if she was wearing a ball gown. But we were both naked and naked all the time. Yesterday I also noticed the property of her nature almost immediately when crossing our views immediately begin to caress your body with the handles, first of all, according to your thighs. It betrayed her arousal. Uncontrolled arousal. Yes! Accurately on the inside of the thighs she flowed, well, how does the birch flow when it is poured with sap.

Oh, it started, not even finished. We really carried obsebashenno friend to friend. It seems that our feelings have not been reduced either. And why should they diminish. After all, Tanya was shocked by the fact that literally in a second from one or another of my thoughts, to present her as my own. She clearly possessed parapsychological abilities. Well, since I really thought a new round of sex with such an advanced lady, she liked to guess my depraved thoughts.

That evening we repeated the entire route of ours yesterday in all places in the apartment. True, this time she didn’t show such orgasms for such wild haste. One of her powerful wishes was this time, that when I lowered, she took care to transfer me from the missionary position and sit down at me as a rider.

- I want you to not leave me.

- Well, the strokes are now twitching, and he will jump and jump out of a fright. Now, if the horsewoman roll on its side.

I did not have time to finish it, as if we were on the side of clouds on the waves. Tanya so skillfully began to pinch my legs with her legs. That in such close contact of the intertwined legs it would not be possible to break out of her embrace neither to myself nor to my member from the vagina. Although by the time my member is already, of course, weak. Yes, and really skukozhilsya. Tanyusha turned my attention to what was extra-snowy and lovingly stroked my hair, ears, forehead, nose and neck.

She made these caressing hands very well. With tremendous inspiration, as they stroke the insanely beloved creature. I am all gone to the feeling of pleasure from such caresses and frank declarations of love. Hardly if I tried to reciprocate - I immediately received a decisive rebuff.

- Then, then you will dismiss the pens.Now feel the touch of my hands on your hair on my head, I also squeeze the head of your penis in the inside of my vagina.

I so surrendered to these cross sensations, well, just like a domestic cat relaxes on the arms of his beloved mistress. From time to time I tried to open my eyes. But the strong-willed look of my girlfriend demanded that I should not be distracted from her pacifying caresses.

At some point, I felt that I was entirely in the grip of a witch. After all, my slightest rustle, as well as pressing her fingertips on the skin of my face-forehead-neck ...