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

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Issued to Mishka with Alka clean towels hung in the bathroom unfolded. Looks like this couple has already been here. Having splashed one after another, Oleg and Irka moved towards the hall. In front of the closed door, both stopped listening.

- Well? - Irishka looked at Oleg.

- I do not know. - He shrugged his shoulders. - Looks like fun yet.

- Maybe not go? - Irka looked questioningly at the guy. - Awkward.

- Yes, I would drink ryumashku, sat down. And then Masha is not lying because she doesn't care. Oh, someone who, and I know her.

A glass of cool, from a bucket of ice champagne invitingly swam in front of the inner gaze Irki. I really wanted to drink.

- Okay, let's go. Only quietly.

Trying not to make noise, they made their way to the table. Having taken a sip from the glass, Irka, having failed to cope with curiosity, nevertheless looked towards the sofa. Oh, you are! The flickering flame of candles gave enough light, and she could not be mistaken. Sasha, putting Maryashka crustaceans,

with a commendable zeal loved her ass. Yes Yes. It is in the ass. And judging by Mashkin's moans, it gave her considerable pleasure.

But. I did not know that Masha was practicing there. Irka mentally scratched his head. Today, Mikhail is busy with Alka. But now, since such a game has gone, he soon and with Masha will take a closer look. And may well offer Irishka so much fun with him. And she, I confess, in this place is still a girl. It would be necessary then to break with Masha quietly. Let him tell how this and that.

Sasha, meanwhile, clearly finished. The movements became hasty, palms tightly wrapped around the Mashkin hips.

- Y-vv-a.

Howling, Sasha gave the first volley inside the ass, and then went outside. Mashka collapsed on his stomach, and he, helping himself with his hand, covered her back with a patterned scatter of white splashes. Masha, apparently having flown somewhere far away, only slightly shuddered. Finally, she cat-arched, lifting herself, slipped off the couch and, quickly smacking the guy, slipped away into the bathroom. Sasha, still breathing noisily, walked over to the table.

- Hello friendly company.

- Join us. - Irka nodded. - Mishka and Alka came by already?

- Before you were. - Sasha sipped cognac. - Giggled quietly here. They chatted, they say, with Alki such a puddle has flowed that they now have to be on the floor.

As if in confirmation of his words from the far room came a female cry.

- Here you go. - snort Oleg. - Now they will be wet on the floor.

Irka, laughing, took a sip of champagne, and then with her free hand quietly found Oleg's toy. And this conversation, and the occupation of a couple of sex in the next room, and the just-seen love game of the other couple, turned her on. Irka wanted to continue, and indeed, to caress another man in the presence of another one, an outsider is so unusual. Maryam was drawn in the doorway. Having spanked to the table, she from behind embraced Sasha and, having nestled, slightly bit her ear.

“Go wash, deceiver.”

Having flopped on the vacant place, Mashka accepted the glass served by her husband and drank it with pleasure.

- Oh, good. Pour more.

Poured. And slowly, they drank. Irishka continued to gently caress the male rod, feeling how it comes to life and grows stronger in her palm. This would be possible in the mouth. I want with champagne. With a full mouth of sparkling drink, she did not hesitate to her friend and Sashka, who had returned, bowed to Oleg. Barrel guy, parted lips, dived into her mouth. Slowly sucking on a toy, Irka swallowed champagne.

- Yummy! I want to repeat.

- I am for it. - Responded Oleg.

His trunk, whipped up by the unusualness of sensations, acquired a very vigorous look.

- And the result is impressive. - Approvingly Maryam looked at the fruits of Irishkin works. - Olezhek, is it really so invigorating?

Try to make sure. - He winked to his wife.

- Be sure to try later. But today, with your permission of Sashenkin’s diver, I bathe.

Oleg, smiling, spread his hands.

- Bathe, my children. And Irishka and I will go for a swim in the crib.

- You read my mind.- Irka hugged him. She already really wanted to.

Climbing onto the bed, Irka laid Oleg and knelt, leaning toward the trunk growing upward. She touched the shiny head with the tongue, teased her a bit and, leaning forward, allowed the male bud to bloom in her mouth.

- Mmmm ...

- Mmmm ...

Irka slid up and down Oleg's toy, fingers playing with the guy's eggs. He, slightly arching from pleasure, completely surrendered to her caress. Only a wide palm gently stroked Irishkin ass. Finally, the hands of the guy lay Ira on the shoulders, stopping her.

- Come to me. - he called quietly.

Irka moved forward, riding Oleg on horseback. Her palm slipped on a hot, lively trunk, directing it inside the waiting, filled with juice desire pussy. The girl, slightly rising, momentarily stopped, and then abruptly sat in the saddle, crying out the sweet wave brought by the piston that had entered it. Closing her eyes, Irka put her palms on Oleg's chest more firmly, and then, “spurring” the “horse” lying beneath her, rushed on him, carrying her into the distant clouds.

George Beck.

5 comments
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