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his cock, which every now and then twitched with excitement. Mentally she sat down on him, imagined how he fucked me on the side of the road and more and more jerked off her own hole.
I even completely forgot about the girl for a few minutes. And when I remembered and looked in her direction, I saw that she was looking at me with no less luster eyes than Lesha’s. The cheeks were flushed with a blush and she kept her eyes mowing to the side - the couple sitting in front could calmly examine her in every detail.
I decided to work a little on the public. In the end, should the girl get something as a payment for silence? Let him watch a little show.
I slowly slipped from my seat and quickly settled on the floor. My knees unpleasantly rested against a hard mat, but my butt turned out to be firmly pressed to the seat, and my mouth hung close to the member of the Leshkin.
The guy squinted at the girl and, once again shrugging his shoulders, took his dick and sent him in my direction. I did not force myself to beg. Immediately she took the head inside and began to suck, often shaking her head from side to side, which caused Lesha to roll her eyes every now and then with pleasure.
He generally quickly leaned back and began to simply have fun, very comfortably sitting in his seat, his hands behind his head. Only from time to time suddenly he gave the pelvis forward, pushing his dick a little deeper than usual. Not to say that I was so glad to such shocks, but I didn't want to let out my candy either.
The girl looked at us without any concealment. From her place, she calmly saw the whole picture. Although, probably, she did not notice the cork in my ass.
I looked at her only in fragments. To do this, it was necessary to turn the head to the side, and from this the sensitive head of the Leshkina stick turned right at my teeth. That, considering now and then attacking the car shaking, was fraught with unpleasant consequences.
Yes, I did not really try to look at my supervisor. The minibus now and then went in wild shaking, moving down the gravel road, and the cork in my ass, in the same way, gave me a wild dance, working no worse than a good vibrator, literally raping my ass.
And what can I hide here, I finished. Even if I remember correctly, not once. The first - with a member in his mouth, and the second - five minutes later, with might and main licked my boyfriend's smoothly shaved eggs, naked by all his forces with his hands.
In this position, I spent almost the rest of the road. On the knees, then sucking, then licking. And, although my knees were getting very good, glad that in Russia there are not very good roads - I haven’t had such a good anal fuck for several weeks!
Leshka tolerated as much as he could, but the closer the end of the road was, the more I tried. And in the end, the guy could not resist and, snarling slightly, pulled my head back and plentifully poured directly on my face.
I, completely exhausted by that moment, with a blissful smile, settled down next to him. Leshka, without a single word, took out another bottle, uncorked it, and at first he himself sipped about half in one sitting, and gave the rest to me. I blissfully stuck to the liquid. After such an adventure, the Sahara reigned in her throat.
And only then, having decided that such a moment is more than worthy of being sealed, I fished out a mobile phone from my handbag and, leaning against Leshka, lifting my skirt higher and throwing the leg over the guy's knees, took a selfie. In the personal collection of memories.
And just removing the phone, I noticed a completely stunned look of the girl.
Of course, she saw everything. And as I almost sucked all the way, and my selfie, and even, probably, in the end I managed to see the black cork in my ass. And now, well, I wondered where I came from. Or how to respond to it.
In my opinion, everything was simple and clear. She, of course, enjoyed watching us! If this had outraged her, she would have moved to another seat and turned away. And even it would raise noise and attracted the attention of all passengers. And so - just a nice ride. Well, and probably terribly excited :)
However, as soon as we just arrived at the end - like a girl a bullet flew out of the cabin. She probably decided that she could be offered a groupie after that. Personally, being in her place, perhaps I would not have refused after such a spectacle. Maybe she, too, decided that she would not be able to squeeze out the word "no" and quickly faded?
However, as it turned out, there was another participant in our adventure. As soon as we just got out of the cabin, a bearded peasant came around forty years old to Lesha and me.
- I am ... In short, here is my schedule! - he handed us a small piece of paper. - Eat back - I will be glad to you for just so take!
Only when a man got into the car and, waving a pen to us, started off, I realized that the driver had a mirror ...
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I want to start a new series of stories about sex in non-standard places. Write your places / wishes (preferably to the post office. You can also spice them up with your own stories or fantasies about these places, I certainly won't object;)) I will select those with which I have the most naughty and exciting memories and write about them! Well, or I will go to create new ones - it’s still warmer and warmer in the yard;)
Still dissolute Alenka.
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