the hole. Sonya, it seems, did not let her in here either! Poor, how did he live with her? ... The drone broadcast close-ups, as I, with a little wisp of my head against the juicy, densely soiled gynecological lubricant lips, slowly introduced the penis. He entered without the slightest resistance. The girl screamed. The crowd on the street whistled and hooted. For the sake of drama, I left the dick inside for a few long seconds. Inside it was hot, tender and very, very narrow. Finally he slowly took out and showed the camera a hefty, shiny lubricant, absolutely pure dick. Having filmed it, the drone stared with eyepieces on a smoothly shaved cunt, sadly hanging over small sex lips, also without a drop of blood. On the street raged.

I returned the dick to the place and was happy to fuck the young goddess with slow, sweeping movements. The lubricant swirled very quickly, and it became dry for me.

“Control the camera,” I whispered to Stella.

“Help her,” Alice whispered.

A joystick appeared in Stella’s hands, she held the camera forward and began to broadly broadcast a beautiful, tear-stained sonino face and tits swaying in time with the frictions. Alice slid between my legs and stuck her lips to the blessed clit.

Experienced pussy booty, Alice smacked her lips, helped soft lips and sharp little tongue with her fingers, and after a few minutes my dick began to squish in her sleeping pussy, and through sobbing the girls began to break through moaning. Then Alice switched to my eggs, swollen after a protein shake, sucked, licked them, then ran her tongue through the crotch and went in for a nice anuling. I put pressure. The bride screamed. Stella leaned toward me.

- I can no longer take off her face, she feels good. I only broadcast boobs.

“Change the pose,” I decided.

The blond Svervy immediately pulled the bride off the table and laid it on the floor. Her golden hair was scattered, her eyes were covered with long black eyelashes, the full lower sponge was bitten by small pearl teeth. Clasped necklines, framed by soft white silk large breasts with wide, defenseless, pink halos gently worried with every movement. Scalloped skirts exposed shaved pubis and sex lips.

- Remove the ass! - I roared, losing control, and rushed at the girl, grabbed those stunning soft breasts, squeezed, buried his face in them, and began to kiss. Moaning deafly, Sonya buried her fingers in my hair. The camera took off my jerking ass big - I could not get into it, despite the fact that the girl joined in and helped. Then the latex hand of one of my twins slipped between my legs and sent. I entered into a narrow, wet, hot and earned in pace pace jackhammer. He reached for her face. Sonya opened the wet lips, stretched towards me. I eagerly stared at them, and they answered me. I kissed her, rolling back and forth on the elastic balls of the bust.

“What will happen now? ...” she whispered.

- Full mouth sperm! - I joked in response.

Sonechka sighed and looked at me with such resignation that I felt the limit. Then I sat down between her legs and ordered:

- Collect tits.

She obediently brought her exciting breasts together.The chattering chamber, having buried in our copulating genitalia and took off large shots, as my penis shining with discharge, sinks and comes out, as her small lips turn inwards with each friction and come back, clinging to the shaft of the penis, as if not wanting to let go. I looked at her relaxed face, at the gentle innocent cheekbones, the shadow lying on the peach cheek from the eyelashes, on the parted pink lips, slightly glistening from the saliva. Sonia was so beautiful at that moment, and I was covered. Snarling, I jumped and began to shoot a jet of thick sperm over and over again. They fell on the cheeks of the bride, on the nipples, fell into the mouth ajar, hung with pearl threads on his lips and eyelashes, gathered in a puddle in the hollow between the breasts, soiled wedding dress. Finally the charge dried up. I made the last drops in a charming mouth and on weak legs went to the chair. The blond Svervy grabbed Sonia under her arms and as she was, gologrudaya, all in sperm, dragged into the street. I began to wipe a member of her veil.

While I was putting myself in order, Alice read the verdict:

- For the gross non-observance of the holy traditions of our great people, for the cynical attempt to deceive their suzerain, damn girl Sonya is sentenced ... To ten lashes!

The crowd enthusiastically howled and sulked.

- After which it will be tied to the Shameful Crossbar for an hour, so that anyone who wishes can use it for its intended purpose!

The screams became louder and happier.

“Then he will be sent to serve two years in brothels according to his goddamned nature!”

When I left, Sonya was already stretched out by the hands in the Portal of Justice in the middle of the square and tried to cope with the lacing of her dress. On the steps of the Wedding Palace stood a tall confused bridegroom - a cadet of the naval school.

- How is it? - He mumbled, looking at me through the eyes of a beaten dog.

I forgave him for not observing etiquette - the lack of a ceremonial bow - and answered, paternally putting a hand on his shoulder:

- I sympathize with you, young man. Fall in love with a walking girl! After all, she deceived you, right?

The groom only took a deep look at his bride: the wedding dress lay crumpled in the dust, Sonya, her arms outstretched, stood on high striptease stilettos, in white stockings on the girdle, with the bride's garter on her left thigh, in snow-white gloves to the elbows , her evening hairstyle was disheveled. Alice (I recognized her from the stack of the manager by the ball) prepared a notepad and a gold pen to count the blows. Stella unraveled the scourge.

“I love her anyway,” the bridegroom tried to say this firmly, but “gave the rooster”. “I still want to marry her.”

“No problem,” I shrugged. - Two years of brothels, and combine.

The groom started when he clicked the first blow. Sonya screamed thinly. On her round buttocks framed with delicate white stockings and a belt, a scarlet scar is swollen. The crowd howled enthusiastically.

He turned, confused, at his guests and relatives.

- What should I do now? ..

I sighed and said:

- Come on.

The second blow, cry, joyful whistle.

I led the groom to the limousine and opened the back door. Inside the gomonili and drunkenly my concubines laughed. I leaned over and plunged into the smell of exquisite perfume, the female body and champagne. From the abundance of naked flesh blinded eyes.

“Elvira,” I called.

She stuck out her charming attractive face framed by a naughty cloud of straw hair: sly fox eyes, snub nose, children, naughty mouth. Oh, how much my sperm she ate with her tiny mouth! I gave her a black-gloved hand. She put on her own - in a white cobweb - and went out all: white studs, stockings, a whitish intimate walkway on a plump pubis, as if pointing to a peeking corner of a hairy hole, a white lace corset that left her breasts bare, and they themselves are huge, sixth size, standing, elastic tits, even better than Sony. The groom could not restrain the admired sigh. I understood him - there was a time, I did not get rid of Elvira for days. That is why now she is sick of me.

“Meet me,” I said, putting a sonne on her head with a veil stained with my sperm, “this is Elvira.” Excellent education: eight classes and the year of the Academy of Socialite, nothing superfluous. Obedient, skillful, accustomed to the toilet ...

Elvira laughed and slipped out of my hands to the stunned, never taking her eyes off her groom.

- Do not listen to him! Arthur just sorry to part with me. What is your name?

“Seryoga,” the groom stupidly replied.

- Oh, what a manly name! Arthur, do not stand beech! Better tell me what's due to me.

“A house on the coast,” I said meekly, “and a ticket for your husband as a junior officer to an elite maritime ...” Read more →