and sat on it, comfortably leaning on the high back.

Spreading her legs, she stroked her shaved pussy and suggested:

- Lick me, I so missed the male affection ... - leaning back.

The case is simple. I knelt down and bent over her crotch. The fingers gently spread the pink folds of her big lips to the sides, and smoothed it internally. Then, just touching the tongue, he carried it upwards between them. She trembled, and when I repeated, moving in the opposite direction, I grabbed my head and squeezed tightly between my hips:

- Come on ... More ... Stronger ... My young friend.

Not having time to breathe air, I found myself pressed to her bosom. Continuing, however, to bring her pleasure with his tongue, vigorously moving him up and down and even drilling his tip. Soon I ran out of air, and I tried to break out of her iron grip, twitching to the sides. When I succeeded, I turned red from suffocation with my face wet from her juice and straightened, swallowing the air with my mouth open.

- What are you doing? - she was surprised.

- Yes, I almost suffocated without air, - on the exhale I said, again leaning on my pussy.

- Yes ... Well done ... - she moaned, fidgeting with her soft booty on the couch.

And when my tongue plunged into the vagina, it arched, again holding me to her hands.

- Deeper dear and twist them there ... Yes ... Sideways! She moaned, letting go of me, and twitching with her whole body.

Without listening to her, I stood up and began to stroke her charms with a swollen and stiff member. She froze, covering her eyes and opening her mouth, giving herself to the sensations. And I, brushing the head of the penis with saliva and putting it to the entrance to the vagina, pressed, after having stretched her legs to the ceiling.

Not to say that I have a small size, but its hole turned out to be much larger! My friend with a quiet sob fell freely into her "bowels". Although everything has its advantages ... I felt the head with force rested against the uterus.

“Oh,” she cried, and jerked.

But I already grabbed her by the hips and confidently moved, sinking and going out. With each immersion, I rested in the uterus, Larissa screamed, and spasms ran through my stomach. My thighs splashed about her buttocks, and the scrotum, swaying, was beating on the crotch.

Friction against the walls of the vagina was minimal, and so I squeezed her ankles together, and tilted to the side, as if twisting the "waist" ninety degrees. Got better. Now I felt like my cock is smashing inside her womb, pushing the walls of the vagina apart. She was breathing heavily, biting her lip, and her eyes widened to become almost round. The gray tinge faded from the eyes, and the blue appeared.

“Now in the ass ... you'll like it ...” she murmured, moaning.

- Want in the ass? - I shouted, increasing the pace.

- Yes-aa ...

I jerked out the vagina and, without rushing, drove the phallus between the round and elastic buttocks. The head, and then the whole organ, it can be said, “with a whistle” made their way through the anus.

“Yes ...” I thought, “here it doesn’t smell like virginity in one place, continuing to peck it with sharp jabs.”

- More ... Faster ... - she shouted, arching and trying to break out of my arms.

But I held her tightly, and she tenaciously strained in my hands.

- And if so?! - I shouted, and immediately leaving the anus, again drove the member into the vagina.

- Ohhh ...

And I have already repeated the reverse jump, with a strong slap hitting the buttocks with full immersion.

- And commercials! - again horse racing and I plow the vagina ...

Having done this four times, I drove it into a stupor. She froze ... And then, shouting from excitement, she trembled and began to crawl, squirming like a snake. Immediately on the street, Gavrosh barked, and the door shook from a powerful blow.

- “It's time to scatter, and time to collect stones” ... - I thought, imagining that this “calf” would burst into the room and would rush to “protect” the owner ...

All my excitement vanished instantly, and the member wilted, "losing" resistance ...Another blow, which seemed to have shaken the entire extension, and I panicked and "lost my head", jumped into the steam room, holding the door by the flimsy handle with force. Despite the heat accumulated in the room, I have chills and the skin is covered with pimples ...

After a moment I realize that I cling to even the thick but glass door. And, despite its hardening, it will not withstand the blow of a heavy body. A cold sweat runs down my back, my shirt is stuck to my body, and I look around in a dazed way to hide ... (In the steam room! Where there is nothing besides the shelf ...).

- Shut up bitch! - the shrill voice of my passion is heard, - went away ...

The barking subsides, the blows no longer repeat. Through the translucent glass, I see a distorted female silhouette approaching the door. Light knock on the glass:

- Are you alive there?

“Yes ...” I say chokingly, retreating to the shelf and sitting on it in order to jump again with the mats ... (Burnt!).

The door opens Larisa comes inside. It can be seen as her well!

- Had time to finish? - She is interested.

- Not! - I’ve cut off with difficulty holding back the knock with my teeth, - though I didn’t write myself and that was fine ... - and to myself, - and I could have crap!

- Well done! Smart ... It has reached me so far ... I haven’t finished that long! This is what youth means!

Looking around me and seeing that at the moment I was pulling a little of my hand:

- Come on, brandy pour.

We left the steam room, and went to the bar. Having got a thimble, which for some reason is called a glass, she poured brandy into it. Still glancing back at the door, he fumbled with a big glass, grabbed it with both hands and handed it to her:

“This way,” I said chokingly.

- Will there be a lot? She chuckled.

- Just to forget ...

- Do not even think about getting drunk! - she warned, - we still have a lot of "cases"!

Although it was one thing: "Fuck this lustful bitch, before losing the pulse and calluses between the legs ...". I pressed to the pelvis and took a good sip. Looked around in search of a place to sit down and after passing into the hall, sat down on the same canape.

While I was “being treated,” Larisa, without dressing, approached and opened the door. I'm getting sick again. Gavrosh sat on the threshold, and streams of saliva from his mouth hung to the floor. Seeing the hostess, he jumped up, throwing a glance in my direction, eloquently saying: “Gingerbread man, sweetie! I will eat you... "!

“Oh, you brat,” she patted the dog tenderly and, grabbing her withers, “dragged” into the darkness.

Already from afar, I heard:

- Well done, you're mine! Defender ... But you will spend the night in the "stall". And then the whole buzz break off!

There was a sound of a door being opened, and then a lockable door.