- Then hurry yourself. - breathed Dimon. - And then I will very soon ...

- Ooooooo ... - The witch, quickly putting her hand between her legs, slid her fingers over the clitoris. - Aaaa ... Ooh ... Aaaa ...

Dimka was desperately trying to delay a little, ready to break the stream out of his trunk. For some seconds he succeeded. But only on some.

- All-oh-oh! ... I can't-ooh ... - he groaned, and a thick, hot stream of his sperm poured inside the overflowing juice and sperm of the cave.

- Oh-oh-oh-oh ...

- Where are you so much? Everything flows! - moaned sorceress, fiercely sliding his palm over the clitoris. - Oooh, oh, oh ... Don't go, and-and ...

But Dimka here could not do anything. His fading trunk, like a skier downhill, rolled out of a slippery, squishing pussy.

- Mmmm ...

The witch, having crumpled up the sheet in her fist, turned over onto her back with a moan of frustration and, spreading her legs wide apart, began to push her fingers inside the pussy with sharp jerks.

- Ah.

- Ah.

- Aaaaaaa ...

She arched, raising her lower abdomen, froze like that for a moment and, dropping her arms at her sides exhaustedly, collapsed on her back.

- Ooooohhh ...

From her, open to the eyes of Dimona the cave, small beads of droplets, pearly shining in the twilight, rolled one after another. The sorceress looked up at the guy.

- It was great, but for leaving early, you'll pay more.

- Yes? - With a doubt looked at his faded stalk Dimon.

No matter how you twist it, and after two times, almost in a row, to quickly enter the third run is already from the realm of fantasy. Yes, even if you, besides, instead of sleeping, slept in the swamp instead of sleep. Hope for the appearance, turned Dimona into a sex machine, the day before yesterday riser is clearly useless. The unwelcome "care" of the black sorcerer on the witch island does not work. Here the hostess rules the ball herself. And on their own ...

- Do not be afraid. - Deceptively winked at Dimona the sorceress, without difficulty guessing the thoughts of the guy. - This is just a fixable thing. Let's go to. Cheer up your parasite. At the same time and wash.

- After all the effort and parasite. - Dimka pretended to sigh.

Leaping off the bed, he extended his hand to the witch, helping him up. Now, when they got up close, Dimka was surprised to find that the sorceress, with all the shock of her gorgeous hair, barely reaches his shoulder. Prior to that, he had seen the sorceress either wrapped up in a chlamydah with a high hood, or from the height of a stool, and did not notice how small she was. And here ... Well, just a schoolgirl is not the most senior classes. Against the background of a tall Dima, it seems to be a child. Who is asked, who should protect?

- Come on? - Dimka gently hugged the fragile shoulders of a little witch. - Show me where in your kingdom members raise.

- Here. - The witch pointed at the small water reservoir filled to the brim when he and Dimka went around the house. - Get out. I'll come too, just wash out first.

She headed for the nearby summer shower. On the lower part of the ass and the inside of her thighs, in the bluish moonlight, wet traces of them with Dima of recent amusements glistened noticeably. Smiling at this sight, Dimka moved closer to the pool. He turned out to be quite small. A couple of meters in width and length, not more. And not deep, Dimona just turned on the chest. However, a low enchantress would probably be neck-high. But the water in it was clear, cool and, indeed, some kind of refreshing. Shifting through the dark and hard, stone-like, edge of the tree, she seemed to carry away all of Dimkin's exhaustion through the drain somewhere in the swamp, filling the body of the guy with new force. Noticing a nude female figure going to the pool, Dimka was surprised to find that his “sprout” showed signs of life. Yes, not just filed, resolutely began to grow, straightening and pouring strength. Wow!

- Catch! - Red-headed witch, running a couple of steps, jumped Dimka around her neck, lifting a fountain of spray.

Dimon picked her up and hugged her, nasharivaya under the water smooth, elastic ass. The little sorceress, deftly hugging the guy's hips, hung on him, holding her hands by the neck.

“What kind of water do you have here?” - Dimon, touching the sorceress's ears with his lips, slightly tickled the lobe with the tip of the tongue.

- Mmmm. - She purred and lightly rubbed the dark buttons of bristling nipples on the guy's chest. - Tales of living water heard? Well, very similar. The dead will not revive, of course, but cuts, for example, heal before our eyes, and fatigue passes. And men also have a side effect.

The witch, having slightly moved away from Dimka, reached with his hand to his “submariner who had got up on the watch”.

- This is the one.

- A good pool, even swim for a lifetime. - Dimkina palm covered the sorceress's chest.

- And are not you afraid that one skin will remain? - The enchantress, licking her lips with the tip of her tongue, began to drive the head of her penis over the slightly opened petals of her flower.

- Well, this is when more. - Dimka tightly pressed to his little witch. The head of the rod looked inside the female treasury.

“Oh ...” The witch's voice faltered slightly. - Well, what if soon?

After releasing the toy, she again hugged Dimka with both hands.

- Eh, if you don't try, you won't know.

Dimka strongly shook her ass enchantress. Already "peeked in the door" rod guy resolutely entered the female "house". The sorceress squeezed Dimona’s hips, leaning toward his toy. Dimka, spreading his legs, began to evenly swing the little witch, removing and putting it on the member again. The little sorceress, leaning back on his hands and closing his eyes, was quietly moaning to the beat of Dimkin's attacks. In the water, it seemed completely weightless. Dimka tirelessly moved it along his core, feeling how hot, trembling from the caress of his penis, more and more moisturized by lubrication of his penis.

“Soon you'll be wet again.” - He whispered softly to the witch.

- Yes ... Only ... you in me ... do not stop. - Intermittently replied that. - And then in this ... Oh th th ... water ... not a single conspiracy ... from pregnancy ... will not save ... Oh hoo th ...

Her ass, lying on the palm of a boy, jerked convulsively at every push, the mounds of her breasts stiffened and sharpened, quiet, slurred sounds, breaking from her lips, flew away in the silence of the night.

- Yes ... oh-oh ... eh ... oh-oh ... oh ... oh-oh ... oh-oh-oh-oh ...

She herself swayed with force on Dima, setting the pace, and suddenly, clinging to him, she went limp, wincing with her whole body. The barrel of the guy who filled it with a cave was sprinkled with delicate walls, a hot waterfall. Dimka gasped out, feeling the approach of his own eruption. But it was still possible to continue. His piston slid back inside the witch's pussy.

- Everything. I have to go.

Dimka, groaning from lack of satisfaction, forced himself to go outside. His rod, which was devoid of the desired caress, shuddered from tension, was torn back, the underbelly was filled with gravity.

- Mmm ... big-and-in.

- Come quickly. - The sorceress who got up on her feet pulled the guy by the hand. - Sit on the side.

Dimka sat down, dangling his legs. His burning, staring into the sky member was in front of the face, standing on the shoulders in the water, the sorceress. She, slightly leaning forward, quickly took it into her mouth and, tightly wrapping her lips in a hot, shiny from her own juice core, slid up and down along it, sucking Dimkin's piston from something that did not allow him to throw pussy inside. She did not have to suck long. Starting the guy's trunk, responding to the female affection, he threw a thick, spicy stream of sperm into the gentle, diligent mouth of the sorceress. From the edges of the little witch's lips down to the chin stretched white, shiny paths.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?” “Dimon exhaled relaxed, leaning back on his elbows

The little sorceress gently and tenderly sucked his toy, taking everything to the last drop. Finally, she let go of the visibly diminished member of the guy and, lifting her face up, showed Dima her ... Read more →