“Virgo,” the doctor summarized with even greater disgust.

It was for these emotions that I kept him: he envied me so blackly about the crowds of young virgins that it amused me wildly. I used to take him with me to wedding feasts so that the doctor could pick up young flesh there, but after eating vodka, he became disgusting, so now his fee was a cheap prostitute and a mug of expensive beer.

Having corrected the outfit, Minx fluttered out, almost stuck in the door skirts. And then the brunette swam into the lookout. As well as from her photo, I instantly caught my breath: where could such a big bust grow from such slimness ?! For a long time I kept her in a curtsy, admiring how tight balls rolled out in a simple square neckline of a wedding dress with each breath, and yet her decollete was the most modest, leaving barely a third of her phenomenal chest open. From the eyes of the bride did not escape, that the pants in my groin rose. A slight smile touched her lips. Swallowing, I nodded to her and let her hand to her. The girl bent and very gently kissed, her lips moved sensually on the skin, as if she was whispering something. Black hair, laid in a complex high hairstyle, whipped pearl beads, a long white veil closed my view of the boobs, and I could not resist, took her to the side. It was completely indecent to look any longer, especially since we were shot. I let the bride go.

Lifting her skirts, she lay down on the pillar-column and put her hand in a long lace glove on the bust, as if pacifying him while breathing, but actually stroking it intimately. At the same time she looked at me with full sex and smiled with dark, cherry lips. I will call her the Queen.

Slightly leaned toward Alice:

- Her hair will go crown. Order the stylists to be picked up immediately.

Alice nodded shortly and ordered something into a tiny golden telephone.

The doctor handed down the verdict, and the Korolevna swam out of the lookout, finally bowing to me with dignity.

The fourth appeared redhead. Her thick curly hair could not pacify the hairpins and hairpins, they were dissolved and boldly curled over the shoulders, covered with threads with emeralds. A snow-white pill in a heap of transparent or a veil or a veil was sitting coquettishly, a little to one side. Green eyes sparkling with joy were in perfect harmony with the emeralds of long earrings and necklaces, chiseled cheekbones reddened with excitement, sensual lips constantly moved, unable to keep from smiling. Naked shoulders, long white gloves above the elbow, the fourth size is covered with an embroidered bodice that resembled a tight bra without straps, the corset was translucent, the skirt is short in front and stretching with a train at the back, also had a cut with a smell to the waist, and if it were not the bottom white miniskirt, we would see her panties. But it was the only bride who put her slim, long legs in all its glory, underlined by snow-white stockings and stripper white shoes on an unimaginable hairpin.

Cleverly burned, the redhead bowed down in a curtsy and sent me a sly green look from under the unruly fiery hair. I smiled and nodded to her.The bride straightened and walked, moving her legs like a model. Her chest swayed, protruding laterally beyond the chest, graceful rounded thighs and waist-reed drew fantastic contours of an hourglass. The scrotum sweetly ached in lust.

Kneeling down on her knee, the redhead suddenly took my hand and deftly took her finger into her beautifully made-up mouth, sucked gently and wetly. I smiled at her in confusion, but Stella, bending down, sternly shook a finger in front of her nose. Capriciously sulking, the girl sent me a sexy look, got up without permission, walked over to the bollard, and lifted her skirts up. The blond bitches behind my back began to cry. I signaled to them to calm down. I will name the witch. Oh, and I fuck you today!

Looking around the redhead pussy-whiz completely wilted, eaten alive with envy and lust. Ha, you still have not seen my favorite!

And so she entered. Confused, agitated goddess; A nymph relegated from a paradise of a Mediterranean brook to the hell of a Russian megalopolis, a dream so fragile it is terrible to take in your hands. Her dress was the simplest — unsprayed fluffy skirts, lantern sleeves, a neckline with an inverted heart, revealing a seductive hollow, and the very breech of a large chest, tightened with transparent sparkling organza, but how beautiful she was in her simple dress, in long lace gloves, twined with pearls and rhinestones, topped with a long veil of sparkling gas, partially falling on her eyes and nose, like a veil, but leaving her full, sensual, quivering, pale pink lips nude. It turned out to be much, much more beautiful than in the photos that had conquered me.

Taking a deep curtsy, she whispered in a sensuous, piercing voice:

- Sonia.

I did not want to give her a nickname. In excitement, I got up from the curtsy before the resolution, but I preventively stopped the Blond Sterv, so as not to interfere. Trembling in excitement, she almost ran up to me and collapsed on her knees. Grabbing my hand, she buried her soft lips and whispered hotly:

- Do not destroy! Do not destroy! It was an accident! Sorry, sorry ...

Poor thing, what am I going to do when we're online? ..

In anticipation, I moved my fingers. The girl did not respond. Then the Blond Bitch under her arms dragged her to the pillar-column, piled her belly on her and in four latex hands pulled up a pile of skirts. The doctor put his nose in there and dug in for a very long time, not believing his eyes. The crowd in the square fell silent. Finally, pizdoglyad straightened and puzzled spread his hands.

I got up and stepped towards the tainted bride. There sobbed, shook her head and twitched. Blond Bitch bit her against the bollard.

“Don't, have mercy,” her lips whispered. Beautiful blue eyes were full of tears. All this, voluptuously chattering, broadcast drone camera.

With an unwavering hand, I tore off the veil with Sonya. She doomed to drop the head. Even here it was heard how the crowd screamed in delight. Alice ripped the organza on the neckline with a sharp fingernail. My hands were trembling a little when I launched them there, wrapped my arms around cool, smooth, tender breasts. How I wanted to bury my face in their sweet flesh, to heal every millimeter of them ... But no one should have seen my passion, for a street crowd everything that happens should look like punishment.

I allowed myself to throw the coveted tits out and lightly rub the pink peas of the nipples. Stella meanwhile unzipped my lightning and pulled out a half-standing penis. I gave the hips forward, Stella poked her head in the face of the bride. That, sobbing, opened her mouth. I introduced a member to it. Measured The girl did not help me at all, but she was so beautiful, so her swollen lips, which closed on my trunk, were so helpless, that the member instantly swelled and stretched out, having buried Sonya down the throat. Buried with both hands in golden hair, I began to fuck the crying beauty in my mouth.

Alice leaned toward her ear.

- Start sucking mister baron, bitch!

Everyone was afraid of my twins, even those who had never seen them, and Sonya earnestly earned her cheeks. She did not know how to suck from the word “absolutely”, now and then unpleasantly touching her penis.She to the bridegroom that, never did blowjob? Honestly, while I was moving alone, I was more pleasant

Deciding that the penis was rather slaughtered and would no longer be bigger, I pushed her head away and, proudly swaying my erection like a tank with a barrel, walked around the bride from behind. In the frame of foam lace skirts, her round little ass was just magical. Slapping the elastic muscled buttocks, I slightly parted them, giving the drone the opportunity to remove a tiny, like a pinhead, popkinin ... Read more →