She raised the fun to her lips and, raising her hand, wrapped her neck around her lips and sipped.

I managed to catch the little girl that fell out of her hand.

- Prrfuu! - She spat out vodka and, holding her mouth and, with wide eyes, jumped up and rushed to the water and, falling on her knees, grasped the water with her palms and splashed into her mouth and face.

“A fungus fungus,” I said, when she, spitting and throwing her nose, walked over to the fire.

I had to sentence one to a Chetchuk, but under salted mushrooms with baked potatoes and rye bread, she went for a sweet soul.

The fun also ate with pleasure, and when I was attached to the neck, I frowned, but looked at me with admiration.

When we ate potatoes, mushrooms and bread, I pointed to a chocolate bar - You.

The fun was already looking at her herself, but she was afraid to take it.

I unfolded the rustling wrapper and broke off a few slices from the tile.

- That's how you take it in your mouth, on your tongue and suck - I put a slice on my tongue - Fun was wrinkled, but on my face was an expression of pleasure, and she did the same.

Chocolate melted in Fun's mouth - melted from bliss Fun. The second, third, and now she breaks off slices from the tile herself, sniffs and takes in her mouth.

- Eeeeee, do not eat everything, ass sticks together.

- I do not stick together - her lips and cheeks are smeared in chocolate, she licks her fingers and looks at the tablecloth with surprise, then sweetly at me.

- Neeet, Fun! Enough! Tomorrow morning we will ask.

- Well, the prince, well, my dear, another one - she behaved like a child, and I, as a strict father - Sleep! - I ordered - stop begging, not small.

- You're terrible! You are bad! You do not love the Fun! You do not want Fun!

- Yes, dick with you! I warned. Tablecloth, give another luxury chocolate for Fun.

This time the chocolate fell on the tablecloth as soon as I finished. The fun grabbed, unfolded, smashed into slices and in half a minute already licked her fingers.

My eyes were already stuck together and she, noticing this, jumped - Now, I will cook everything.

She shifted the burning fire with a branch, swept the ashes to the side, pulled up her bag, took out a piece of folded fabric from it, and unwrapped it, put it in the place of the fire pit.

- Get down, I'll go face and hands rinse.

I lay down and immediately fell asleep.

second day on the road

I was awakened by a whimper.

The fun was sitting next to me and touching her shoulder.

I sat down and rubbed my eyes. The sun had already risen above the treetops of the forest on the opposite bank.

Well, what again? Now rinse your face and unfold the tablecloth.

- Yes, not this. Stuck together

- What is stuck together? - affected drunk and I did not immediately recall yesterday.

- Ass stuck together.

I stared at her, still not understanding anything.

“I can't shit,” Fun answered rudely.

- Oh, what's the matter. It is necessary to listen to the older, trashy girl.

- Well, the prince, well, my dear, to do something, I already have an ass and stomach pain, but I can’t shit.

I got up - Let's go to the water!

She followed me.

- Kneel down.

Obediently, the fun dropped to its knees, and I pulled it upside down. The ass was neat, girlish, innocent, with a small, brownish and wrinkled ring of the anus. I have already drooling drool.

I lightly slapped on the buttocks - Relax! - I rinsed my hands in water and spat on the middle finger of my right hand.Touching the anus, smeared it with saliva from a finger and, spitting on the finger again, pressed it to the anus and slowly pressed into the ass. Lumpy shit was hard and dry. I pulled out a finger, spat again on him and, having thrust it again, carefully pinched off a lump of shit and pulled it out of my ass. The fun was snuffling, but silent.

When I extracted, in the same way, all the stuck clumps of feces, she strained and poked.

- Well, that's nice - I turned to the water and began to wash my hands. The fun was still kneeling.

- You have not finished? - I could no longer look at her beauty without lust.

- Well!

- What is it?

- I'm sorry, what! Fuck already! Only in the ass!

I could not believe my ears and thanked the tablecloth and chocolate.

- Turn around - I turned it to the water and washed away, touching the pubis, sponges, crotch and touching the member, hardened like a stone, with my other hand.

The water was a steam room and Fun patiently endured the procedure of washing.

I took off my leotard and knelt down. The shriveled little anus ring breathed, stirring up lust and I pressed my head against it - Push as if you crap!

She began to straighten and a member gently entered the ass.

The funk gasped at the sensation; for the first time male member penetrated her womb. It was a new, extraordinary feeling: she was straining, but instead of squeezing out of herself, her ass was taking in herself! He once again said - Push! - and Zabava was squeezing, squeezing his flesh out of herself and it was already familiar, as well as the crap, but now these sensations were mixed up and, taking in his dick, she gasped for breath, dying with pain and admixture from the womb of shit and the alternation of sensations and the alternation of meanings and its slow drawn-out dives and the same slow movements back pushed the waves of voluptuousness from a bunch of nerves in the anal channel up to the pubis and even higher to the lower abdomen and even higher to the chest and when the waves rushed to her head, it began to shake and she mustache yshala someone's groan, thoracic and clean and was surprised and moved groans to wheeze, wheezing and shortness of breath and choked when she realized that the moans emanate from her chest, a bright flash came to orgasm and consciousness faded.

I was scared to see how Zabava’s limp and relaxed body sank to the ground. A member rang from the tension - I did not have time to pour out and was in doubt; struggling with the desire to finish in the ass, unconscious girl or bring her to her senses, forgetting about sex. But, as always, lust conquered and I sat on her ass and guiding the dick, threw him in, and she twitched, recovering herself, and I poured out, convulsively twisting.

Once again I washed the Fun, I washed myself and we, spread out the tablecloth, ordered the same dishes, but without vodka. Fun this time I ordered the Extra chocolate. She wanted to eat it right away, but I, using the earned authority, did not allow it and she obediently, like a child, had breakfast and only then ate a chocolate bar. We drank the water and, saddling our horses, moved on.

And again we drove all day, taking breaks just for the toilet. Now Fun didn’t go to the side, but sat down where he jumped off his horse, and I watched the yellow, fragrant urine pouring out from under it, and if I wanted to piss, I would stand beside her and piss. I even felt her, and she endured everything.

In the evening for the night we stopped again at the okolk, I dialed and brought a dead wood, Zabava made a fire. After rinsing hands and faces and drinking water, we unfolded the tablecloth. I ordered chocolate for Vodka for Fun, and for an appetizer of fried potatoes with mushrooms, rye bread and pickled cucumbers. Fried Potato Zabava really liked it, but she ate hastily and, having finished, grabbed a chocolate bar, examined the wrapper for a long time, felt and listened to the rustling of the foil, sniffed and finally unwrapped, ate in half a minute.,

She crushed the wrapper. she searched the tablecloth and looked at me compassionately, and I did not resist, was drunk and wanted to sleep, and ordered another one.

The fun grabbed her with both hands and pressed her to her chest - You go to bed, I will prepare the place now, but I will not eat it, this is for the morning - and she prepared a sleeping place, and I lay down, relaxed and immediately fell asleep.

Fun, having waited when the prince puffed up evenly and slowly, unwrapped the wrapper and devoured the chocolate. Sweet stretched and lay down, clinging to the prince.

She lay with her eyes open, as if waiting for something, and when they appeared, she carefully got up and walked away. Three werewolves approached the sleeper and, pulling their noses, turned back their snouts.

“Tear down right here,” said one, in a hoarse, thick voice.

“It's fun to sleep here,” answered another.