1. Cheerful night. Part 1
  2. Cheerful night. Part 2: Morning for the hostess

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there was at least something visible. Irka leaned over the waiting toy, gently touched her lips with a wet, shiny head with grease, teased her slightly with tongue and finally allowed Oleg to fill her mouth. The man flinched slightly, feeling himself in Irkin a gentle captivity. Sliding up and down the trunk, Irka made several sucking movements. Well, a lot except my bowed head made out?

- Here is a trick! - There was a loud whisper Alkin.

- And the place is taken. - Announced Irka, breaking away from Oleg. - Now I ask you to go with Masha. And we will see.

Her hand continued to caress a man's toy.

The girlfriends might have wanted to repeat the Irkin trick, but in all directions you won't immediately turn your back. And Irka and Oleg well saw how the girls took off their pants from the men, how they took their toys in their hands and almost simultaneously sent them to the mouth. And how Marishka and Alla suck Sasha and Mikhail, it was also perfectly visible. Irka, however, looked more at her husband. And he, catching her gaze, squinted at Oleg, and Irishka understood: Mishka asks to show their game. For Misha, please. Having turned so that it was visible, Irka again leaned towards Oleg. The elastic barrel filled her mouth, and she slowly glanced around the toy, releasing it and taking it in herself again. The man with a light moan responded to her affection, the palm that hugged Irkino’s shoulder shrank slightly. And more, and more. Finally, she released the "prisoner", and Oleg hoarsely whispered:

- Let's go to?

Irka just nodded silently. She suddenly felt embarrassed that she was with her husband, with all of them leading to the bedroom ... and it is clear why. She did not know how to get past Mishka. But he, cheering, winked at her and lightly slapped her on the ass.

- Good luck. Alla and I will go now too.

And Masha continued to study Sasha, no longer paying attention to others.

Passing into the bedroom, Irka stopped by the bed. Now let Oleg command the parade. If fate decreed that it belongs today to this man, then let him decide how it will be. Oleg approached her and put his palms on his shoulders, sitting on the bed.

- You're so welcome!

The lips of a bent man found Ira's lips, gently touched his ears and cheeks. We covered the shoulders and neck with caresses, dropped to the chest. Irka gasped softly when the kisses reached the pointed, excited nipples. A slight shiver ran through the body, when the soft hemispheres of the breasts covered wide palms, and Oleg's lips continued to move there, in the lower abdomen, to the very beginning of the path to the female secret. Ira, obeying the man, spread her legs in front of him and lay back, leaning on her elbows. Oleg slowly, gave his caress a female tummy and hips, and finally reached the main goal. Irka didn’t keep a groan when the deft Olezhkin's tongue walked along the flaps of her pearl shell, slightly opening them up. One more time. Irishkin's legs lay on Oleg's shoulders, and he, clinging to her, penetrated deeper and deeper into her cave with his tongue, teased the button of the clitoris, forcing the girl to wince sweetly at every touch. Ira's breathing became intermittent, her hands slid over the male back, over her own thighs, Oleg was pressed to his head, more or less a sob or a groan flew from his lips.

“Olezhenka,” she finally pleaded, “I can't take it anymore, take pity!”

Irishka was really shaking.

- Come to me! You are welcome!

Oleg, continuing to hold her legs on the shoulders, moved to the bed. The girl’s knees pressed against her chest as he loomed over her, and the next instant a female cry screamed from the walls of the bedroom. The spear of Oleg, finding the entrance to the treasury, pierced it to the full depth. Irka did not last a few blows, spilling on the man's tree in a magical rain. She did not even feel the approaching "shower", splashing out suddenly and suddenly, and did not quench this desire.Only the sweet wave carried her somewhere far away, and when she “returned”, Irka realized that she was desperately rushing to meet Oleg's attacks. Stronger. Still. Stronger. This time she managed to feel the approach of the finish. The fast and powerful stream was born in its depth and rushed outward, depriving of its own will, forcing the body to serve only desire.

- oh-oh-oh-oh!

Squeezing Olezhka’s head with her hips, Irka swayed beneath him, meeting each of his visits with a new portion of magic juice, and the stars floated before her eyes. While Irka flew away, Oleg slowed down the pace and, extending her pleasure, began to move gently and smoothly. The guy's hand lightly, as if playing, caressed the girl's chest. Ira, opening his eyes, caught his hand and touched his lips.

- Thank!

- I myself feel good. - Oleg, bending, kissed the dark circle of the nipple. - And it's nice to caress your chest. Mashkina not run away.

- Do you want to play with her in a different way? - Irka invitingly brought together two invitingly whitening hemispheric bedrooms in the twilight.

- Want.

Oleg, having understood the hint, left Irkin the treasury and carefully removed the female legs from his shoulders. Irishka, straightening herself, stretched like a cat. “Legs over the shoulders” is a cool pose, but when you are folded in half after dinner with a drink, you will not last long. Oleg, sliding along the lying girl, saddled her like a rider. His trunk, poured with Irkin juice, lay exactly in the hollow between her breasts. The palms of the man covered Irishkin's beauty, gently crushing it, forcing to surround the desired toy with hot crampiness. Slightly rising on his knees, Oleg, swaying, sent his express to ride back and forth in a soft, lively tunnel.

- Mm-mmm!

Irka loved when fucking her breasts. She liked to feel how resilient, slightly trembling male rod makes its way between its hills. Oleg also gladly accepted this game. Masha, due to the poverty of her forms, could not pamper him with such entertainment, and the guy enjoyed the moment with pleasure. His horse galloped at full speed in the delightful crampedness of the wonderful Irishkina mountains, forcing the girl to strive to meet him, to shudder to the beat given to caress, to press male hands to his chest more. More more.

- Like, Olezhek?

- Yes. - that one hoarsely. - Highly.

At an accelerated pace, by involuntary jerks, Irka realized that Oleg's train was preparing to arrive at the final station. But she herself was already in a hurry to meet her own eruption. A bit more. Clutching the hips of the man, Irka began to set the desired pace. Like this, like this. Here's a-a-a-ak! The low, turning into a growl groan of Oleg was slightly ahead of the ringing Irkin cry. A male startling, tense rod shot hot, with a white jet pouring into the chest and, in response, the vaults of the Irkina cave shed like magic rain. A sweet cramp made the girl, with her palm pressed to her pussy, squeeze her hips. Irka crawled under the man, and his trunk fired one after another all new portions of spray that fell on the face, neck, shoulders.

- Aaaaa ... Aaaaa.

Their voices merged into one, their bodies trembled, Irka’s fingers that had found Oleg’s hand firmly gripped her.

- Oooooooh.

Finally, the “eruption” ended and both froze, breathing heavily and smiling weakly at each other.

- That was great! - Oleg whispered quietly

His finger touched the white puddle formed in the hollow between the breasts, slipped, drawing a sticky strip on smooth skin, and topped a circle of nipple with a translucent drop. Repeated operation with another hemisphere. Then, in turn, touched the peaks of the breasts with his lips. Irka, mleya, closed her eyes. The finger of the man touched her lips, and Irka felt the unusual, slightly bitter taste of Oleg's sperm.

- Come closer. - She called.

Oleg moved to her. His still strong and beautiful rod was right in front of the girl and that, having slightly raised herself, took the toy in her mouth, giving out the last drops from it. Oleg started when the female tongue touched the heated head, and Irka started in response. But the excitement was already subsiding. Ira released the fading toy from her mouth and Oleg, having kissed the girl, got off her, sitting down beside her.

- Now in the shower?

- Yes. And I, perhaps, urgently. I'm all in ... juice. Inside and out .... Read more →

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