here.

Everyone raised their hands up, as if clinking glasses, and the evening began to gain momentum, like a drum on the “Field of Miracles.”

People began to get off in groups of interests. The young male, Anatoly, resembling the artist who played Peter 1 in his youth, surrounded himself with girls, aged 22-23 years. This was not their first trip together, so they knew each other well. Leshka was fascinated by Smirnov’s and television broadcasters, trying to pronounce difficult-to-pronounce garbage in Icelandic style, long and growling. If the announcer had heard his parodies, she would have yelled on that side of the screen:

- My dear! What country are you in? Excuse me to learn, or iditevhuy.

Nonka had her own interest, so she sat closer to Alexandra and, clinking for love with him, started a conversation:

- Let's cross with you in this world, while we were not in that one. And then we all walk under God and construction cranes, again, tomorrow, volcanoes and geysers, is there enough dangers waiting for? Today, here, and tomorrow, decay and the worms are already eating us in the damp earth ... - she sipped a couple of sips and shrugged her shoulders, like a machine gun gate.

Alexander looked at her with all his eyes, and horror filled his transparent pupils.

- A soul ipatso, not the drive and perspective ..

- Mgg - he swallowed saliva.

- So, clearly, not that key. Gong, a minute to think, ”Nonka said, flushing either from vodka or from a suggestion to Alexander.

She ran her fingertips over his biceps, admiring their beauty, reached the ear, got up and whispered:

- Would you like to bring the lady to the bedchamber?

Rumbling something under his breath, he rose from his chair and, grasping Nonka by the hand, led her brightly lit corridors to the room.

In the room he continued a minor state of mind, and in order to somehow bring him to his senses, well, at least to bring the hero to the line: straightened shoulders, arms crossed on his chest from an overabundance of feelings, eyes shining stronger than Icelandic lamps, as if they had come true a dream, for example, on the car that he passed into the “pumping-up car”, and depict the universal joy's grimace, saying: “we should get laid!”, Nonka pulled out an opened bottle of whiskey and, splashed into plastic glasses, sang with a languid voice from Shade :

- SMOOTH OPERATOR ... For the acquaintance! - drank to the bottom and, when he removed the glass from the lips, dug into them with all the heat, which she was capable of in such a relaxed state.

The most amazing thing is that the troll inside this block has melted, stirred in all the fibers of its stone soul, and began to live in full power, as if the sun flashed its last rays, rolled over the horizon, and broke its hour. He grabbed Nonka by the big breasts, wanted to jerk the shirt, but changed his mind. Nonka was thrown by a wave of Alexander's enthusiasm from a T-shirt and jeans, like a rabbit from a fakir's hat. She did not expect such a boil over:

- The boy knows his business ... Yes, yes, take me right next to ... - she looked around the room and looked at the smooth white wall, - I want you to fuck me near the wall, on your landscape hands. Will you, baby?

He mumbled something and jumped out of his pants, showing his fragile household to the light and faded window. Nonka, seeing a huge stake, jumped at him, clasping her hips and hands around her neck, whispering:

- Who will fuck with his beautiful huge dick small and wet mink cave? I'm afraid he won't fit in and turn my uterus inside out, ”licked his ear with a tongue and dug his teeth into the lobe.

- Wah I ..

- Shut up, divine. Proceed to your baby with your hands and lips, and to your pussy with your huge dick.

Alexander pressed Nonkina back into the wall, and holding on to the buttocks, he began to gently insert his military weapon into the expiring sticky moisture kisul. Nonka was beginning to squeal on his huge cock, as soon as he reached the middle.The howl of a wild cat rose from the pulsating uterus, merged in the solar plexus with the tambourines of the soul, and went out, taking out the soul from the passers-by passing through the night yard. They raised their collars and ran past the eerie site of antelopes.

The primitive cry, provoking Alexander in earnest, and, in spite of pleas and pleas, he began to firmly enter into it. His balls were beating with such a thump about the priest of the pretty woman that the freight train seemed to be off the flight. Nonka dug her teeth into the faithful's shoulder, afraid of losing consciousness from the orgasms rolling in waves. It seemed that he would take her off the face of the earth without ever asking for her phone number.

Pussy squished and sprayed the carpet and his pubis. He tenaciously held Nonka, and then began with his hands to lift and push him onto his stake, as if the Chinese prince had invented a new execution. But her bosom has already adopted the rule of the game and, surrendered to his magnificent dick without a trace. Tits beat Alexander on the chin, and at some perfectly fucking moment, he managed to grab his nipples with his teeth and began to suck and bite him with the greed of a hungry beast, causing shivering in the bronze body of a libertine.

- Yes, yes, oh, how painful and fucking !!! I want more, bring me my furry stallion to the pampas !! To the new fragrant herbs of orgasm and pleasures! - here, in a dizziness, she screamed, shrunk to the size of a small black dot and exploded, flashing a violet-pink spectrum.

Alexander, who did not expect such a stormy speech with a festive and entwined with stands of tribunes, began to sigh like a stallion, and having shuddered with his whole body, clutching his butt-hooks to all of Nonkina’s urine, he finished. Finished so violently and a lot, that the sperm began to flow out of Nonkina pussy, spreading in streams in places of intercourse. He gently lowered the girl fluttering in the sky on the bed, and he walked into the bathroom, like Alexander the Great, walking the victor's walk through conquered Syria. Nonka, who had seen this picture out of the corner of her eye, wanted to jump up and kiss her sweet-smelling sandals, covered with dust of the roads and the edge of an imaginary toga, but waving her eyelashes in a triple volume of ink, continued to shake in convulsions of nirvana.

Alexander returned from the bathroom, and they continued the feast of the gods, washing down their rollicking tourist love with undiluted whiskey. Next came the pictures from the Kama Sutra. Nonka was lying on her back, wrapping her legs around a smoothie's waist, and he was storming her flowing pussy juice. Then she put her legs around him and made a bridge, holding Alex's dick in a vice, saying:

- Dude, you're in dance.

Alexander grabbed Nonka's legs, put them together and lifted them up, continuing to spud sweet pussy. Nonka was standing on the shoulder blades of a birch tree, but this dick won her heart for a week's trip.

Here's just not drunk? Then she swelled, and offered to fuck her in the sweet Caribbean ass.

- Baby, only you be careful. I know you are still the bull, rush at the women, like a red rag. But my ass is not rubber, and if I bounce the bullet, then the movie is over, and you turn on the lights and leave the hall.

- Yes, my princess.

- Alcohol gave your speech contours?

Nonka took the lubricant and plentifully put it on her luxurious ass, which many men dreamed of, but not all were raped.

- Neatly, head start to enter. And caress my clitoris with my fingers, the godless woman advised.

Alex grabbed his pussy with his paw and began to caress the sexual lips, ran his fingertips between them, found a mound at the top and began to describe the burning circles on it, drawing the infinity sign. The second hand took his huge dick and began to slowly invade the head into the velvet anus. Nonka tremble with her whole body from caressing her hands. She relaxed and Alexander, standing on the streamer did not blunder. His head gurgled into the Nonkina ass, tightly plugging a hole like a cork in a bottle of wine.

- What the fuck, what the hell is the next world of horror !!! - screamed Nonka and, tears spilled from her eyes. Then Alexander grabbed her nipple and squeezed tight with his fingertips. The pain rushed to another place, and his dick began to slowly invade the pink flesh of the ass.

“One, two, one, two,” the dick commanded secretly, as if he was undergoing a drill in a secret center.

And now he entered her ass completely, stopped for a moment, as if he was waiting for a green traffic light signal and began to increase the pace of the invasion.

Nonka was spinning on her dick like a squirrel in a diamond wheel, seizing the running about with nuts. Alexander's eggs exploded. They crossed with adagio in andante and fought on Nonkin's clitoris, chillingly spreading orgasmic peaks over all their bodies. In the air there was a clear smell of loss of anal dignity (for the umpteenth time) and spices.

This time, Alexander was discharged first, firing machine guns inside the priests, and fell exhausted from above. Booty spit dick and hole, squeezing pushed sperm out.

Our beauty was late for an orgasm for a couple of seconds, but it was so bright and powerful that it flew in a tunnel woven from beautiful golden stars. Sounds outside did not reach here, and only the wind of the universe whistled soft organ music in the ears.

- Nonna, ay !!

- Here you can fuck up Eden sounds. I'm here.

They continued to drink for the meeting and acquaintance.

It was a bright, sunny morning. Nonka opened her eyelids and saw Alexander sleeping next to her. He gave a snore and obviously did not hurry in his room.

She got up from the sexy altar and flooded into the bathroom. From the mirror she looked at her gloomy aunt with bruises under her eyes and huge wrinkles from the pillow. She looked down her eyes and saw that the faithful of the faithful was on her.

- The fun of the hour and the hour of separation is always ready to be shared with me, let's shake hands, get into your room forever.

Taking a shower, she went out refreshed and took heart.

- Alex, it's time to get up, baby. Open your eyelids, crowed roosters, - she patted his cheek.

He jumped up, as if stung, and began to look around.

- Here's your truhan. Wash and stroked, go to yourself, soon for breakfast and for a tour.

“Good morning, my princess.”

- Oh, so we can talk?

Five minutes later, the wind flow from the Nonkina fen, blew the man out of the room.

Standing on the edge of the crater of the volcano, he asked her if she already belonged to him all-consuming and irrevocable:

- Nona, tell me the truth. How many men have you had in your life?

“The flow of jealousy begins,” she said inwardly.

“Five,” and blinked her eyelashes.

- How five? You're so depraved in bed.

“The week did not work,” and, throwing a red stone deep into the lake of the volcano, laughed.