1. After Egypt
  2. After Egypt. Continued: Day One

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and clasping my legs, eagerly pulled me to her, frantically getting a member of the pussy.

- Well, now I’ll sleep on you, - it was grabbed, like fifteen minutes ago, Irishka, drove his dick to the end to the end. Yeah. It was not there. After our double with Sanya, Irishkina’s hands and with Sanina sperm in her pussy by a margin, the member walked in her like a pencil in a glass.

My dear realized this, leading her gaze in search of an alternative. Yeah. Now. Enough I threw her legs higher, squeezed his cock with my thumb, and entered the head in Yulkin's ass. Julia, it was, squeezed her lips, but listening to the sensations and realizing that nothing terrible had happened, and if she did, she already leaned forward. My wet, languishing and demanding member entered until the end. The ass was relaxed, but the muscles eagerly embraced a member in an instant. It is a completely different matter. This is us now. This is us instantly. The process has begun.

Julia, meanwhile, stretched away to the side. I just noticed, it is not known when Alexander sat down on the sofa. He was sitting next to Julia, half turning to her, stretching one leg and not taking his eyes off my dick, entering his wife's ass, not paying attention to us, puffed on his half-risen member.

Julia stretched to his cock. But what such. Sanya, noticing her desire, started, jumped, and brought his penis to her face. Julia, catching his cock with her lips, grabbed him by the buttocks, pulled her to herself and sucked half the cock, began to suck him like a chupo-chups. It seems that Sana was not enough. He tried to drive his hips, to drive Yulkin’s head, but, turning his head to the side, it was extremely inconvenient to do so. Then, without hesitation, Alexander threw a leg over Julia, rested his forehead on the back of the sofa and lifted the head of his wife with both hands, began to just fuck her. Not. Blowjob call it impossible. And to say that he gave her mouth, too, the language does not turn. He just blew my wife's head off.

Nevertheless, Julia grabbed one hand over his buttocks, began to set the pace of movements, trying to push Sashkin as deep as possible into his throat. The second hand, she stretched the wet lips of her pussy and played with the clitoris. A minute later her fingers were already flying through the pubis, barely touching the clitoris, and after a minute, she was walking with her middle and ring fingers in her pussy, and I could feel them through a thin septum. Less than a minute, as she drove them, as far as the length allowed, and I felt with the head the tips of her fingers, squeezed my hand to the whiteness and froze. Then thunder erupted. Her free hand was bent, her fingers depicted an unnatural figure as if they were cramped, she knelt and pressed them to her chest. Then she began to shake, she convulsively pressed her knees to her chest, then straightened, pushing them with me. I barely managed to hold her. This went on for about ten seconds, then she began to calm down. It was so passionate, so animallike. And I understood at what peak of pleasure my favorite is now.

In this case, her ass muscles squeezed as if trying to squeeze my dick dry. The long-awaited wave of orgasm began to roll over me. In three thrusts, I caught up with her. The world collapsed, the lights were extinguished, I disappeared and somewhere very far below, hot jets beat the fountain, filling my ass Yulka with sperm. After some time, the light slowly began to turn on, the world to manifest itself. The first was Alexander. He was dumbfounded, half-turned, staring at us, not understanding what was happening. Julia turned her head to the side, and his cock jumped out of her mouth, slapping her cheek.

I quietly lowered my wife's feet to the floor, sat down on the floor. Julia remained half lying on the couch, half resting on her legs together.

Alexander, once again killed me.By some clumsy, blunt movements, as if an inept puppeteer was pulling the strings, he jumped off the couch, quickly took my place. Without ceremony, he, in my image and likeness, threw Yulkina, wadded legs, onto his chest, and without any ceremonies, drove his dick into my wife's not yet closed ass.

“What a tactless pig,” it flashed through my mind. But what about the feelings and condition of the partner? Moreover, what an interest in trying to fuck a practically lifeless, motionless body.

Fortunately, ten seconds later he threw back his head, exhaled short and sharp, arched back, lifting Julia so that only her head and shoulders remained on the sofa, he began to cum, driving his dick to the point of impossibility. Almost instantly, his dick was blown away and fell out of Yulkin's ass. From the open hole on the floor, our Alexander and sperm flowed. Sasha lowered Yulkina's feet to the floor, continuing to kneel, grabbed her under her ass and slowly lay down on her still-restless, wet chest, froze.

- Yes. It looks like each other is standing, I thought, looking at the settled couple.

- What is the one that the other, for a normal orgasm will give all ... or take.

Only now I noticed Irishka. She was sitting near the sofa, on the floor. It seems that she came to herself for a long time and watched our trinity. In the eyes and read the surprise and interest. Sensing my eyes, she glanced at me, smiled apologetically, got up and headed for the jacuzzi, grabbing a tablet from the table.

I poured myself a beer, greedily drank half a glass. The first of the couple woke up Julia. She casually shoved Sanya off of herself, as if she had woken up, straightened her hair with an uncertain movement, took my glass, took a couple of greedy sips, kissed her nose and stumbled into the shower. Sperm flowed down her legs. Approaching the shower room, she almost fit into the corner, but mumbling something, she got into the opening at the second attempt.

When the water rushed into the shower, Alexander began to stir. He crouched on his heels to the table, poured himself a beer, and, grunting, plopped down in a chair. While Julia was splashing, and in such cases she likes to do it in detail, Alexander finished the beer and snore successfully. I took the empty glass from him, pushed the chair-bed, he did not open his eyes, raised his legs, and also, without opening his eyes, shook his head slightly and slightly broke into a grateful smile. When the seat played, he gave a little start, but then slid down, stretched out on the narrow transforming bed, turned on his side, and began to smoke.

As soon as I finished with Sasha, my Hazenness emerged from the shower. She came to the senses, but the strength seems to have not returned to her yet. She mischievously winked at Irishka, walking past the sleeping Alexander, not paying much attention to the fact that he was sleeping, patted his hair, poured it and drank half a glass of juice in one gulp. She approached me, listlessly, but kissed a hickey and fell on the sofa, turning away from everyone towards the back of the sofa. I took a blanket from the bedside table, covered it. She didn't even move. I gently pushed the sofa, turning it into a full bed, poured two glasses of beer and with a sense of accomplishment, I went to Irina.

What is she, all the same, elegant and elegant. This long, thin neck, these gentle shoulders, this graceful hand lying on the side of the Jacuzzi. Such poetic features, illuminated by the light of the tablet, pensive, intelligent look.

I handed her a glass, gallantly asked permission to join, and having received it, carefully got into the warm, bubbly water, sat down beside him.

- What are you looking at? - I asked as casually.

- Yes, here. Your photo with Julia.

- How are you today? - trying to bring to the conversation, I continued.

- Fine.

“I’m talking about our current relationship,” I clarified.

- And you know, I liked it. I thought Sasha would not accept this. Yes, and for me it was somewhat unexpected. But I liked it - having thought a little, with pauses, weighing each word, she answered, looking into my eyes.

- Julia, of course, hinted at something similar, but I took it as a joke. Impossible fantasy.It seemed to me that at the last moment everything would surely fail, therefore I was calm about it. And when everything happened, and Sasha was not against it, it was too late to be afraid, - it seemed that Irishka burst. It turns out she does not mind talking ... Read more →

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