Oksana asked the military commissar to put her dick to her pussy on her knees from behind.

- In Balashikha or Reutov, you can arrange - the man said, entering into it.

- Well - there was a quiet answer from Oksana, either to the answer of the military commissar about the son’s place of service, or to the penetration of his member into her bosom.

Clasping her by the sides, the man hastily began to fuck her. Oksana wanted a more measured pace, but ... had to be content with the jerky rhythm of an elderly man, who frantically pounded her from behind.

“Oooh, my filly,” he whispered, his hands reaching forward and wrapped around her dangling boobs.

- Oh, what sisonchiki - he zamkal her sisi palms, puffing over her ear.

Soon he twitched and began to finish, descending to Oksana. After making two more thrusts, he seemed to lose all interest in her and fired her sisi and, with his hands on her protruding buttocks, stood up.

- Uh, well - the last drops of sperm, falling from his beginning to fade member, broke off and got Oksana on his back.

That, in turn, began to rise.

- Do not hurry, wait so - said the military commissar, as he was so naked behind and sat down in his chair - let the view admire.

Oksana meekly remained standing on all fours.

- Well, spread your buns, I want to see how much I’ve finished there - the commissar said.

Oksana, leaning her shoulders to the floor, put her hands back and, clutching her buttocks with her palms, spread them to the sides. The man’s gaze opened up her swollen pussy with cum of sperm from below.

Having picked up the sperm drip on his finger, he pushed him back into the pussy - it’s not good to disappear, and you can give birth to another soldier - he laughed, patting her spreading ass.

Oksana, in turn, feverishly wondered where the nearest pharmacy was in the area to buy birth control pills.

“Can I get up already,” Oksana asked timidly, feeling that her legs were already numb.

- Yes, Milan, get up - pleased with the commissar condescendingly waved his hand.

Oksana stood up, feeling the sperm begin to drain on the inside of the thigh.

- Have something to wipe? - showed concern to the military commissar.

“Yes, there are paper handkerchiefs in her purse,” Oksana said, as she walked around the table a little to raskoryaku, the panties hanging on the ankles interfered.

- Well, then, too, scoop me up - the man said slowly, pulling on his underpants and continuing to sit in a chair with a fallen and skinny dick.

Wiping herself between her legs and throwing the napkins in the urn, Oksana, taking a couple of new ones, walked over to the commissar.

- Do not they fool - he smiled - dry your mouth.

Oksana flushed, but, stooping, wrapped her lips around her drooping limb.

- In, like this - pleased with the military commissar, patting her shoulder began to knead her tits hanging down.

Licking a member of a man, Oksana straightened.

- Well, so, in Reutov we define or in Balashikha? - said the commissar.

- In Reutov - having licked her lips from the remnants of male sperm, Oksana said, - it will be closer to us.

- Well, well - the military commissar pushed the folder with her son's personal file to him and took the pen.

He knocked on the table with a pen and said, “Do you want him to guard our military enlistment office?” Day, three at home?

Oksana hesitantly looked at the military commissar.

- Yes, yes, and there is such a service - the man smiled.

- I want to - Oksana nodded, although she understood that for this the military commissar would obviously ask for something else.

But the knowledge that the son would not live in the barracks, and it would be worth serving as a security guard to go to work.

“Then leave your phone,” I will sometimes call you — he gestured at his office — I’m not young, so I don’t promise often — he laughed, but — he paused he raised his index finger and didn’t think that if you do not come, then your son will not be transferred from here to the usual part.

Oksana deliberated for no more than two seconds - now - she wrote her phone number on a piece of paper.

P. S. The story is based on a fantasy (or reality?) Of one of my readers.