“She got off, come,” he said into the phone, smiling in anticipation of the morning fuck.
- Ok, come on, I'll be right there, - Marina answered cheerfully in the phone.
A few minutes later she was already parked on his street. An indistinct rain fell from the sky. Somehow jumping through muddy puddles, Marinka jumped up to his door and leaked inside. Shaking off the nasty weather, she climbed to his floor and pressed the bell. He opened the door immediately and dragged her into the apartment, eagerly digging into her lips.
- Well, hello, - he looked at her appreciatively and with a wandering lustful little smile.
“Hello, Glebushka,” she answered, and took off her boots.

“Come here,” he said, drawing her to her hand, “I want you so much, touch him, he waited,” he put her hand on his dick. Marina noted to herself that the member was standing and was firm, but her plans did not include fast cramming up, so she deftly wriggled out of her grasping hands and, smiling, swam into the bedroom.
- Is the bed still warm? Did you heat the sheets with your monkey at night? She asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed and throwing off the blanket.

- Well, do not make a zoophile out of me! Whoever she was with you was not, and a mountain goat, and a squirrel, and a rabbit, and a flea! ... Sometimes, when I remember all your shortcuts with which you presented it, I do not feel like sick and fucking.
- My dear, you have a very wild imagination, - Marina quite smiled.
He went to the edge of the bed and stood in front of her face. She opened his bathrobe and looked at his beautiful dick.
“Always had a weakness for handsome men,” she said, and ran her tongue along the entire length of the excited organ.
- Oh, yes, - the owner of the unit purred.

She licked again, pausing to look up. The closing eyes and opening mouth of her men gave her easy pleasure. She made a few more movements with her tongue and swallowed the whole member. A strangled moan urged her on and she began to suck while fingering her fingers at the balls. Dick completely filled her mouth, he was even too big for her, and she had to very much control the situation, not to choke. He grabbed her head and began to accelerate the pace and gain a depth of immersion in her throat. She braked him with a sharp slap on his bare ass, so resonant that the echo gave way somewhere under the ceiling, and the little man started, letting go of her head. She continued. Turning the tongue around the head and the whole trunk, making spiraling movements, then putting the mouth on the penis, then practically releasing it from its moist lips. Gleb moved to the beat, periodically grabbing her head and emitting drawn out moans on the exhale. When she accelerated, he loudly assented, apparently wanting to finish, but then she slowed down or stopped, and he froze in anticipation of a new portion of pleasure.

“I want you, I want you to swallow, I want you in my mouth, I want to finish,” he wheezed.
- Do you really want to? - Marina asked.
- Very, very, do not stop!

She increased the pressure, took a deeper, sucking, waited for the acceleration of his breathing and hoarseness of guttural sounds emanating from his mouth, and let go. He looked at her for a second, then abruptly pulled her arm out of bed, lifted it and pressed it to the wall and, firmly pressing on her shoulders, lowered her to the floor, facing her dick and, strongly jerking her hair, tilted her head back and down and stuck his mouth wide open with a cry of pain. Marinka felt the wall with her back and the back of her head, his knees propped on her shoulders, and as soon as she raised her arms to put her nails in his thighs, he grabbed them by the wrists and raised them above her head, pressing it against the wall. He fucked her in the mouth until he had finished, spilled on her mouth and throat, and finally, having wiggled a wet dick across her face, raised her and kissed her relish, taking a sip of her own sperm.She raised her palm to her face to wipe the smears off her face, but he took her fingers and began to collect the remaining protein and shove her own fingers into her mouth.

“Eat up a snack,” he whispered.
“I want to drink,” said Marinka, searching around with her eyes.
“On the nightstand,” he said.
Marina went to the nightstand and leaned over the bottle, Gleb came up behind her and, grabbing her by the neck, bent her face to the bottle, pressing against her ass.
- Hey, give a drink, dork, - shouted the girl.

“Drink and drink, I don’t interfere,” he said, pulling off her jeans and sticking his palm between her legs. His thumb had already entered where it was warm and humid. Marina tried to take the bottle, but was afraid to fall on the nightstand and had to rest her hands on it. With one hand, she still managed to bite the bottle, but she still had to open it. Jeans were already on the floor, Gleb deftly took out her legs alternately from each leg and put his legs in Marina in the position of “feet shoulder-width apart”. He still firmly fixed her neck, he spread his other hand in the waist and tailbone, and entered her. Marina tried in the meantime to unscrew the bottle cap with her teeth, but at that moment Gleb began to move inside her, and she almost hit her head against the wall.

“Well, it’s just not necessary to talk about the table,” she said, looking up from the bottle, “damn, Gleb, I want to drink.”
“And your ridiculous attempts give me so much help, I wonder who will marry someone, Marina or bottle,” he grinned, continuing to stick into the cancer girl.
Marinka decided that now she was definitely a bottle, and not vice versa, and releasing the support, she grabbed the bottle with both hands and with the speed of light tried to open it. At this moment, Gleb pushed her neck down and Marinka again put her hand on her, so as not to smash her physiognomy.
“How I like your struggle with windmills,” Gleb scoffed.
- Did you write under the pseudonym of Cervantes? - She said, for which she received a juicy blow to the ass and again lost her balance poses.

“You're literate mine,” he said, and put her in at full length, “you are so flowing, lap that you can get drunk here,” he added to the fire that was thirsty and Marinka, spreading her finger in her ass. With her free hand with a bottle, she made a swing and slapped it over her thigh.
“Oh, madam is aggressive,” said Gleb and planted Marinkin's ass on the swollen head of his cock. Marinka gasped and dropped the bottle.

- Well your mother! - She snapped under the cheerful laughter of Gleb. He took advantage of her annoyance with herself and advanced into her. She exhaled with a groan. He began to pick up pace, banging eggs on her wet pussy, filling the room with smacking-slamming sounds. Marinka began to give up and get pleasure at last, gasping for air with her parched mouth. She decided to close her eyes because she constantly bumped into a bottle of water that lay so invitingly under her feet. Her legs treacherously began to tremble and weaken, she didn’t feel her hands for a long time, the approaching orgasm was indicated by her frequent crying. She had already forgotten about thirst and about the wall in front of her head, picked up the rhythm and began to push herself on Gleb with force.

“Here is a good girl, come on, fuck me, come on, show me how you can do it,” Gleb urged her, and with every pause in the words he slapped her on the pope. From these slaps of his hands on her half-copies and the wet squish of his eggs in her pussy, Marinka loudly finished with affirmative interjections.
At the last cry in the room, applause rang out.
“Really, it is not worth the standing ovation,” she said breathlessly, withdrawing from Gleb. Puzzled by the silence, she turned around and saw a girl in the doorway, with a frozen grin on her face and her hands folded in cotton. The guest walked up to Gleb and firmly grabbed him by the dick, began to kiss him. Marinka lost in what is happening. She decided to raise the already ill-fated bottle and finally quench her thirst. While she was swallowing water loudly, the girl broke away from Gleb's lips.

- What are you doing here? - timidly, but with a claim to a stubble male, he squeezed out of himself.
- I live here, and you are here, I suppose, fucking ...