The hips of the girl shook again, squeezing Dimkin's palm. Oksanka exhausted stretched out on the ground, leaving the guy to dispose of her ass. Dimka, leaning on his arms, again and again drove his penis into the girl lying under him. Tired Oksanka only weakly shuddered in response. The excitement was still in her possession, but the body was already full and, still gladly accepting male affection, no longer needed it so badly. Dimka's abdomen was filled with the familiar weight, the movements became uneven and sharper. Here, here, here. More more...

- Aaaaaa ...

A new portion of sperm splashed into Oksanka’s shaken from a shot. Dimka wearily sat on the girl, burying his face in her hair. Oksanka pressed her face to his hand. For a while they just rested, recovering themselves. Finally, Dimka carefully got off the girl. Oksanka turned on her back. Now they lay nearby. Dimka, hanging over the girl, gently drove her fingertip along her velvet cheeks, on her chin, painted with adhesive sperm tracks, along her narrow shoulders. He ran along the supple hillocks, topped with dark buttons of the nipples, breasts, flat, tanned tummy, wet still, shiny with juice and grease, crowning the underbelly, mound of dark hair. Oksanka, closing her eyes sweetly, wriggled slightly at his tender touch. But the fire of desire, ignited in the girl's body with magic, was already subsiding. Oksana came to the senses. And the more her mind and eyes cleared up, the more she became available for Dima. She was no longer smiling to caress the guy. Just lay with eyes closed, and even slightly stiffened when Dima touched her body. Dimka did not make her suffer and removed his hand. Oksana sat down, slightly moving away from the guy.

- I need to wash. I will go? She asked quietly, looking away.

- Of course. - Also without turning his head, nodded Dimon.

Oksanka silently got up and left. Only a few drops of Dimkina sperm that had flowed out of her ass, remained on crumpled blades of grass, they also said that she was here. But soon the straightened grass hid these traces. It was like there was never a girl around.

- Like a picture about me. - Thought Dima. - And that was with Oksana, and this ... But nothing remained.

He rose and, on the move, pulling on his raincoat, headed for the memorial logs. Oksanka, having already pulled on a T-shirt, fumbling with her feet, showered slippers.

- I have to go. - Trying not to meet with Dima eyes, she nodded toward the shore. - The passage has opened.

Dimka just nodded silently. And what could he say?

- Until. - So not daring to raise Dimka’s eyes, Oksana turned and walked along a log path that hung above the brown-green satin.

- Until.

Dimka looked after her and, strangely, he had no desire to rush after him, trying to stop, to return, nor to the terrible, bestial, forcing him to voice howl longing, tormenting Dimona all the last days. Just left the girl with whom ... well, did not work. It is a pity, perhaps, but not more than that. The girl, in general, the most common, what a lot. Pretty? Yes. But not a written beauty. The figure is also not without flaws. The legs are even, but a bit full, and, frankly, could be longer. Ass is rather low ...

Dimon shook his head. After all, just yesterday it seemed that there is no more beautiful Oksanka in the whole world. Yes, and not to him alone.

“It was all witchcraft, deceitful, and now you see its real.” “The boy’s thoughts for the little sorceress were, as usual, an open book.” The enchantress quietly approached from behind and took Dima by the hand. - Are you sorry about her?

- There is some. - Admitted Dimka.

- Not worth it. This is someone else's, and you will meet yours. - The sorceress, turning Dimkina palm, looked at her and suddenly smiled. - And very soon.

- It's good. - Dimka didn’t really believe what was said, but it sounded encouraging.- Your gone?

- Yes. - The little sorceress, hugging the guy, tilted her head to see his eyes. - And you have to go too.

- We will not see each other again? - It seems Dimkin voice still trembled.

- Who knows. But a goodbye, I think, is worth it.

The hint sounded in the red witch’s voice was more than eloquent.

- Then I, perhaps, should plunge into your pool. - Having finished three times almost without a break with Oksankoy, Dimon was not sure about the development of events worthy for himself.

The gray fabric of the cloak slipped from Dimkin's shoulders to the grass. When only the red-haired witch had time to untie the lacing?

- Not required. - She whispered, clinging to the guy. Hardened nipples pleasantly snaked skin. - You now and so at any time you can. This is my gift. In memory.

And suddenly, without any warning, like a big cat jumped on Dimka, wrapping her legs around her hips. Dimon swung back in surprise, but he resisted. Clenching the elastic buttocks of the little witch, he threw it higher. Female lips already eagerly slid over his cheeks, lips, shoulders, leaving a hurried, hot kisses. The soft, fluffy mound of hair spilled over the belly in anticipation of the rapidly growing up Dima trunk. And he, as he could, was in a hurry for a "date."

Here, the head of the member, touching abundantly greased with juice with the desire of the collar in the women's treasury, opened them up, and Dimka in one sharp movement planted a sweet “forbidden fruit” on his stem. A loud, ringing cry flew over the swamp. The sorceress, helping the boy, reached up, then slumped. More more more. Dimka, spreading his legs and leaning back, swung the rider rhythmically and strongly, driving her up and down her pole. On the ground, this turned out to be harder than in water, but Dimka did not slow down. His piston powerfully slid along the living, hot, quivering walls of the magical cave, then pushing them on their way into the sweet depth, then leaving them reluctantly opening their arms. The witch, in tact with the guy, squeezed his hips on his side, as if riding a horse rider. Leaning back, as much as the arms that hugged Dimkin's neck would allow, and closing her eyes, she shook her head and cried out loudly and often. A wave of red hair fluttered behind her. The flames of desire raging inside the little sorceress, obeying the movements of the Dimkin rod, turned into wonderful moisture of satisfaction, filling it with a fountain almost ready to spill out.

- Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ...

It was not a fountain, It was a geyser! It seemed to Dima that a hot, sticky rain had hit his trunk. Infuriated rider, clutching Dimka feet, with all her strength pressed against him. Her buttocks and lower abdomen trembled finely, her breasts often heaved, dry lips eagerly caught the air.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?

Adhesive droplets from her overflowing pussy flowed to the bottom of the guy's belly. Dimka, with one hand continuing to hold the red-haired rider, freed the other and gently stroked her shoulders wrapped with hair.

- Something. - She whispered abruptly. - Now relax.

- Now I will lay down and shake. - Sly smiled Dimon.

Holding the woman so that his piston did not slip out of the cave, Dimka gently knelt down. He put the little sorceress on his back and moved her legs to his shoulders. He bent forward so that the red-haired witch's knees almost pressed against her chest, leaned back, almost coming out ...

- Aaaaaaa!

Dimkin Express flew into her cave at full speed, crashing into the womb. He leaned back almost the entire length and inexorably rushed again.

- Aaaaaaa!

The sorceress, wriggling under Dimka, crawled on her back, pounding the grass with her fists. The “strike” followed the “strike”, carrying moist, smacking sounds throughout the clearing.

- Aaaaaaa!

- Aaaaaaa!

- Aaaaaaa!

Dimka, breathing like a steam locomotive, continued to move in the treasury of the red-headed sorceress. The “express” striving for the finish, drove the guy forward and forward, filling the wet, squishy one by one ... Read more →