- Yes-aa ... Not that man went, not that ... - Xenia was lying on my stomach with my hands, supporting her chin with a palm. With the fingers of the other hand, she, not very gently, tugged at my wilted nature, which clearly did not want to give signs of life.

- Do you have a conscience? - I was outraged. - For an incomplete hour three times, and you also require the fourth?

- Yes, here, however, demand, do not demand ... - stretched Xenia, critically considering the object of their harassment.

- For your information, that a man normally funtsiklilirovat, it, at least, you want to feed, and preferably products containing protein, - I tried to justify himself. - And in general, be careful with the piece thing!

- And this is a farm that looks more like a sad smiley, do you call a piece thing? - Giggled this devil, two fingers holding up the subject of my pride. “Then I have to upset you, dear.” Such a piece is not worth anything. Even on the black market. Even in a hungry year.

She dreamily raised her eyes to the ceiling.

“Here before, the men were ... and they will bring the mammoth home, and they will please my wife, and drive away the wild animals from the cave, and God knows what else ...”

- Do you know those times firsthand? Then accept the compliment - you are well preserved.

- Bastard, - stated Ksenia, bowed her head and, holding her tongue over the bridle, clasped her head with her lips.

In the morning I never got to get to the body of Ksenia Alexandrovna. Only Jeanne fluttered out the door with a butterfly and fluttered in the direction of her work, my phone reminded of itself with a foul sound. The hillock that reported the most unpleasant news rang. A working "gazelle", every morning delivering our motley crew to the object, precisely today ordered to live long, sadly farting with the exhaust pipe. And since I am on vacation and, according to the hillock, I have absolutely nothing to do at nine o'clock in the morning, I have to take the car and deliver at least four colleagues to the place of service. It could have been denied, they would have gotten themselves, but the great popular wisdom says that, they say, perish, and help a comrade. Therefore, I phoned the people, appointed a gathering point, picked up my miserable associates and rushed to the tenth kilometer of the nth tract, naturally threatening a lot of time and gasoline.

“We’ll compensate for gasoline,” the brigadier assured me, smiling slyly at his mustache and clapping his ears.

Yeah, compensate. When the whistle on the mountain of cancer will rise. Rather, the cancer on the mountain whistles. Well, and hell would be with him, money is not happiness. With a sense of accomplishment, he rather jumped into the car, drowned the pedal to the floor and, anticipating the pleasure of paradise, flew back home.

At home, Xenia was caught, who was packing her things in a bag. He was going to dump him again, I thought, and without unnecessary talk he dragged her into bed, where he performed his revenge on her twice. The third time, revenge was committed on the floor. On the fourth time, problems clearly arose. But, as you know, the human body harbors many hidden reserves, and the female language, like a Soviet circus, can do wonders.

***

- Well, - said Xenia with satisfaction. - This is more like a piece thing.

She walked her lips all over the trunk and again hid the head in her mouth. I was lying and just looking at her. I liked her wildly. Well, yes, no longer a girl. And, of course, not a model with a glossy cover. She has her own, another beauty. Yes, and the criteria for this very beauty everyone has their own ...

Xenia, several times patting my cock on her cheek, and smiling mysteriously, asked a rather unexpected question for me:

- Sash, maybe you want me in the ass?

Yes, apparently, my Ksenia Alexandrovna was sold. What is called, the first step is the hardest.I am not an ardent supporter of anal sex, I can do without him, but it is difficult to call him my opponent, besides, Ksyushina's delicious ass pulled me to her like a magnet. I myself was going to hint at it somehow, but here she herself ... It was necessary to be, probably, a complete moron to refuse. I was not a complete moron, but of quite a athletic build, therefore, blinking my eyes, I said:

- You ask ... Of course I want!

“Just come on with the prezik,” said Xenia, sitting on her knees on the floor.

- Yes, even with a sock ... I'm right now!

Condoms with Zhanka and I lay in a closet in the bedroom, along with pads, tampons, contraceptives, and God knows what pills, pills, ointments and gels. Took one, seven left. Jeanne, of course, can be jealous, but it is unlikely she recounts them every night before bed. On a pinch, think of something. For example, that filled with water and threw passers-by from the balcony on violent heads. This is not about this, this is about something else ...

Ksenia, sitting on the edge of the bed, herself busily dressed my dick in a rubber article with the letter “G” and we collapsed with her on a soft mattress. I quickly kissed her delicious lips and started shoving a pillow under her ass. She arched her back, helping me. I looked at her. Ksenia lay with closed eyes. Bending over the wet lye, I kissed the clitoris, she leaned her hips towards me. An incredible smell emanated from her that just drove crazy. Who knows, he will understand. I stuck to the crotch, clasping Ksyushina's hips, and she, like then, for the first time on the balcony, squeezed my head with her legs.

When I felt that something hard was poking into my hand and, looking up, I saw that Ksyusha was stretching a tube of cream to me. I managed to read out of the corner of my eye: “Cream for children. Softens and protects. ” I sat down in front of her, she put her feet on my shoulders and silently looked into my eyes while I was massaging the ring of her anus with my right thumb, smearing the cream. Taking more cream, I pressed the ring finger with my index finger, and he, not without resistance, but rather freely penetrated inside one phalanx. Ksyushka wrinkled nose.

- Painfully?

“No,” she smiled and covered the back of her hand with her eyes. - It's ok ...

I slowly put my finger into it until the end. After a minute, two fingers went into the course, and Ksenia still lay on her back, her feet pressed against me and, covering her eyes with her hand, only sometimes brought her knees together in front of my face. And I decided it was time. With Zhanna, we, of course, tried anal sex, but my chosen one was somehow insensitive to him. It was going tight in every sense, she was hurt, crocodile tears were sprinkling from her eyes, in spite of any lubricant. And when it hurts her, then I have no buzz, so we scored with her on this dirty business. We were good anyway. And Ksenia seems to be nothing, she has a slight smile on her lips.

Sitting over Ksyusha, who threw legs on my shoulders, and putting my hand on the bed, I pressed my head against the entrance to the anus and she slowly overcoming an obstacle, disappeared into my mistress's pope.

“Tshshshshsh,” Ksyusha hissed. - Sash, just not fast, okay?

- Good...

At first, I moved slowly and shallowly, as the people say, on half polish. Putting my two hands on the bed and settling down comfortably, I watched Ksyushina's reaction. At first, she still lay, covering her eyes with her hand and sometimes wrinkling her nose, but after a minute she removed her palm from her face and opened her eyes. We looked at each other. Each time I penetrated deeper and deeper into her, and by the time my thighs began to come in contact with her gorgeous booty, Xenia’s look had acquired an expression of excitement that I already knew. What can we say about me - I just melted into a tight captivity of such a desirable priests.

The pace increased and Ksyusha clutched at my head, staring at me intently. And I looked at her, ploping more and more about her buttocks. It’s good that before that we already had three visits, otherwise I probably wouldn’t have lasted two minutes ...Our pitching continued for some time, after which Ksenia abruptly closed her eyes and, releasing my head, thrust her hand to her crack. I started feverishly rubbing the clitoris with my fingers, but because of our posture and my swotting, she had very little work, her fingers were constantly ...