the girl on her back, the big man without warning pushed her hand into her mouth. Sharply pulling her out, he immediately pushed the penis, almost lying down on her face. Catching her breath, Zlata began to habitually lick the soft, untangled head, internally preparing for male oral caresses. He was in no hurry to lean on her; stretching out his hand, slowly rubbing the girl's wet crotch. Heat was spreading from his methodical movements down her belly. Wanting to enhance the pleasant sensations, Zlata widely spread her knees, raised her pelvis and arched her back. Holding his trembling thigh with his hand, he launched his fingers deep into her, and, with a voluptuous groan, the girl gave in to his hand. Bending over her, he pressed her groin against her face, driving the hardening organ as far as possible into the throat. She frantically sucked on a fat barrel, twisting her tongue around it.

When she became hot and wet inside, he quickly earned a brush in the current hole. Without letting her lower her hips, the man pressed harder, energetically stimulating the clitoris. She moaned indistinctly with her mouth busy, starting to tremble slightly from the approaching orgasm. Having accurately caught the moment of her highest lust, he folded the brush with a boat and dived it inside the oozing hole, pressing it to the bed and muffling the cry.

Rising from her face, he carefully moved to her legs, without stopping the shallow fisting. She wriggled, strung on his arm, trying to crawl away, but firmly grasped by his knee, was forced to endure the pain that replaced pleasure. Smirking self-confidently, now he plunged into her brush slowly, deeper, ordering her to relax. Stroking her shaking leg, he reached up with his free hand to the clitoris barely visible between the lips and squeezed it between the index and thumb. Sharp pleasure, mixed with the same acute pain, pierced her weary body with a current. Large tears splashed from under her eyelashes, she screamed; burst out laughing, he gently pulled out his wet hand from the pulsing hole. After admiring the torn red vagina, he lifted her legs high and pressed them to her chest. He has invested for a long time an erect member between her twisted folds. Knocking and moving the barrel along the wet slot, having sufficiently moistened it, he smoothly lowered it an inch lower and began to screw it into her anus. Along the way, I noticed that her stretched fist bosom is not interesting to him now. It is possible that somehow later ... But in general he prefers closer holes. (eroticspace.info) Holding her legs up, Zlata struggled to relax, trying to ease the penetration of a large organ into her ass. Slowly introducing a member until it stops, the man joked that her ass and his penis are already familiar and will soon make friends. The girl tried to smile more naturally at the joke and not frowning while he drilled her anus. As on that memorable day in the sauna, on the eve of his own orgasm, the big guy called her obscene nicknames.

Lowering her tired legs, Zlata hobbled to her purse to get the phone straining.
- What, it's all over? - the former friend of the patient has ordinary asked, loudly puffing.
- K. P ... died, - the girl was confused. - Lenya ... said that the funeral agent is already engaged ...
“Well, then you can take your time,” the fat man remarked thoughtfully. - By the way, how do you like the number? Like? From the other claims have been reported - it seems he was ready to witty endlessly. - Do you remember the road? Do you find it yourself? Take their business card at the reception. I'll ring as needed. Make me a call.
For some reason, worrying, Zlata dialed his number.

With the last pressed digit and melodic bell, she felt like a sort of maid, a call girl who had no life, but only satisfying male lust.Depressed, she was driving to a deserted house, with side vision noticing the embracing couple on the sidewalks, men and women smiling at each other in cars. Zlata mentally imagined herself with a man walking along ... for example, along the embankment. Once it was with Lenya, when she pretended to be passionately in love with him. Then ... with Vadim. Stop! The girl drove away dangerous thoughts. So, perhaps, you can fall into depression, and in her nose the funeral of "Dad". Then - support family business. Then - career! And although the latter assumed an unpleasant new connection, it was familiar and calculated. And it's always easier.