Shivering under my gaze, stays naked and turns in embarrassment, sideways hiding behind my charms with my hands, I turn on the water and, lifting the shower watering can, drench it with water. Hot water rumbles, washing the body and relaxing the muscles. She closes her eyes, calming and obeying me. Hands automatically covering the body, slowly clinging to the delicate skin, slide down, revealing to me the naked beauty of the young grace.

Small, resilient breasts, topped with pink nipples, move steadily under the annoying shower streams. Slightly marked tummy with a small hollow of the navel and a dark strip of hair stretching upwards. Rounded pink hot buttocks rivet the eye. Wide hips crowned by graceful legs ...

Having seen enough, put the shower watering can into the holder, and splashing shower gel on the palm, I start bathing. Hands slowly glide over wet skin. She is all attentive, heavy breathing makes the nipples describe the eights. The eyes are still closed, the wings of the nose swell, giving out tension. The mouth is ajar, and the tip of the uvula protrudes from it. First breast. Small and elastic in the form of a cone topped with tension halos swollen with tension with pink, ossified nipples protruding forward and to the sides. My hands cover them freely. They easily slip between the fingers, gently rubbing the palm of the hand and obviously no more than the third number ... Not holding myself, I grabbed the nipple, pulling it forward. Moan. Uterine, wading to the intestines. From his sound, my fallen dick after experiences has just become numb with desire. Finished with breasts, he moved lower. Navel, tummy ... White foam thickly slides down, dyeing hairs white, and hangs a bubbling icicle between slightly spread legs. Carefully barely touching with my fingers, I walk along the delicate pink-red folds, causing the body to tremble finely. I do not stop, I advance, washing away down the red-maroon spots between the hips, and then I return, putting my palm back on her genitals. She feeds a little, arching back her ass, I gently squeeze the bulging folds of a folded palm in the boat. A groan, I can even say, roars the murmur of water.

My hand vibrated a little, clinging to the plower. What a knock and Lena screams with delight. And I, feeling a small hard seal creeping out over her delicate folds, begin to massage it. Within a few minutes, she stood with difficulty on trembling and bending legs, squeezing her hips with force, holding my hand between them. The open mouth pulled out gurgling sounds, but as soon as I relaxed the pressure of Lena, my whole body stretched to my hand “demanding the continuation of the banquet”!

And only when she just sat down exhausted on the bottom of the bath I, raising the shower watering can, thoroughly washed her skin, fragrant with the purity and smell of chamomile. Then he wrapped it in a towel, grabbed it and pulled it to him, and moving slowly, carried it to the bedroom. Still wet laid on the bed and blotted drops. And then, bending down, he began to kiss, neck, breasts, slowly dropping down on the tummy. My tongue slid over the still wet skin, sneaking up to the dark crack between my legs. And when he “hit” with his intensely vibrating tip on the clitoris, shamelessly sticking out, she screamed. She began to shake and began to break out with spasms, and without releasing her, I “beat and beat” with a hot “spear” of the tip of my tongue, occasionally licking the rest of the surface of a hidden, but so open place for me now.

I stopped only when she stopped screaming and fighting, she just howled and shook herself in an orgasm. A skewed lust of a red - white face, an open mouth with a stream of saliva flowing from it, and closed eyes showed me that I had achieved what I wanted.

- How are you? - I whispered gently.

- ... - slight twitching and a little audible, - oh ...

- Still? - I repeat the question with a grin.

- Nah ... - and right there, - ohhhh!

- And you suffer? - I'm already surprised.

But she no longer listens to me, but, turning to the side, rolls up into a fetal position, her eyes flashing gratefully from under her eyelashes.

- You lie here, rest, and I, too, will go, wash. Look, don't fall asleep ... And soon these will come, you should put yourself in order ...

- ... - a short nod and I majestically, however, in some shorts, lowered to the knees, retire.

* * *

Already standing in the bath and pouring himself with hot water, he looked down with anguish. My completely dissatisfied body stuck forward and up. Stomach craving desire.

- Looks like you will have to masturbate in your old age ... - I thought wistfully.

At that moment, I was cold, and in the open door she appeared. After a pause, she took a step and whispered:

- Can I ... I'll wash you?

- ... - my eyes crawled up, and my mood improved dramatically, - come on! - only my eyes answered.

She stretched out her hand, taking the shower watering bottle from me, and right there the waterfall of hot moisture “hit” on the body almost immediately shifted down to my “resistant tin soldier”. “The beating of the baby” by tight jets lasted for a couple of minutes, and Lena even dropped to her knees and brought her face closer to the “punishable”. From all this, my "dear friend" only twitched up and down, slightly leaning to the side when she brought the watering can too close.

Then she put this instrument in place and, having splashed gel on her hands, began rubbing her chest and back. Her sharp marigolds, slightly scratching the skin, slid up and down, occasionally twisting complex spirals through the body, until one slipped between her legs, spreading her buttocks, and the second buried in the wet icicles of the pubic hair. Unable to restrain myself, I groaned, spreading my knees to the sides and giving room for her actions. And then, in general, stepped over, legs apart shoulder-width apart. These nails and tender fingers lit a fire in me. My body, frantically twitching and "sensing the blood," began to grow. The foreskin slowly but surely crawled, exposing the swollen burgundy head.

Here are the fingers, closed "taking a captive" trunk with swollen and blue veins. The lengths of her are small, but such delicate fingers were not enough to clasp the organ and she did it with both hands, smoothly sliding along it back and forth.

And then the full lips closed, hiding the head from the gaze. No, at first she rinsed it, sprinkling it generously with water, and then licked it. From the bottom up from the scrotum to the head with the whole plane of the tongue, bending it along the edges. To say that it was nice is not enough! All my "wool" and not only on my head stood on end, and my nipples just numb, turning into hard bones. Between the shoulder blades up to the ass, a troop of ants protopal, and the stomach turned into a tough washboard, depicting my already fatty muscles. (You will not drink away your mastery, but the “wine” becomes better over the years!) From all this, I arched up, forgetting about the lack of time and guests who were about to appear on the “stage”.

Not to say that she showed the highest class, but it was noticeable - the girl tried. Apparently, my solo performance in the bedroom impressed me and brought her utterly ... She was never able to deeply swallow my swollen organ, but I managed to process my head with the tongue and bring me to orgasm. I was so carried away that when I started to twist, I grabbed her head and finished right in the mouth, although she struggled. Primitive, animal component took up. Well at least there was a little sperm, and most of it flowed over the lips and chin, although judging by the characteristic movements, I had to swallow a little.

At the end of the process, Lena was in a kind of stupor from her deed and did not even resist when I dragged her under the shower and pulled her close, gently caressing and stroking her pussy.

When she came to herself, not looking up from me, and only turning her head, she whispered:

- I thought I could not do it ...But it turned out that this ... - even pleasant ...

* * *

When our revelers returned, we sat in the kitchen and drank tea with a cake, Lenochka’s face was smiling uneasy, but she was just glowing with happiness. Looking at her, I realized that soon, perhaps, even tomorrow she would return, and then we would arrange this in the bedroom ...

- ... just to have enough health, - flashed anxiously in my head.