- Maybe his horse first? - added the third

- No, let's start with it - the first one is hoarse again - let's have some fun with the horse

The fun suddenly remembered that, “If the prince is being“ torn to pieces ”, then she will never see the chocolate bars again, because the tablecloth will not obey anyone until the prince himself passes it on to another, and then who will help her in the morning, again stick together? "

And it saved the prince's life - No! - Fun stepped, lay down next to the prince and hugged him - Go away! Do not touch! He's mine!

The werewolves looked at each other, backed away and, turning around, disappeared into the night.

But Fun could not sleep and another plan matured in her little head.

Fun predatory smiled and sat down. Touching the prince, she pulled back her hand, but he was asleep in a mortal sleep, and Zabava decided. She pulled the leotard off the prince, off her head, and began to feel the eggs and knead the member's sleeping bed. And when a member was excited and stood up, Zaba, standing up, spread her legs and dropping down, stumbled on her lips, froze and, biting her lip, slowly stretched. It was painful and she gritted her teeth so as not to groan, and when the pain subsided, she took a breath and stepped off the prince’s protruding dickhead. When she got up, a few drops of blood dripped on the penis and on the hair of the pubic, sleeping man. The fun lay down, legs cramped and crouched. So I fell asleep.

19.01.16

third day on the road

And again I was awakened by her whimpering. No - this time she whined, plaintively, like a battered puppy.

- Well, crappy girl, stuck together again?

- Neeet, that is, yes, and stuck together, but ... - she began to cry

I sat down - What are you, Fun?

- See what you did to me - she lifted her eyes, spread her legs and spread her lips

I froze, Fun was a virgin, it was exactly, maybe yesterday, maybe even at night, but not now, the chaff was torn and oozed by suze.

I was silent, not understanding anything and afraid to think that, being drunk, I could do this.

- You crushed me at night and rudely penetrated ... you broke my virginity! - on the cheeks of the girl tears flowed

- But I do not remember anything!

- Of course - she sobbed - where you remember, he broke my cheek and pleased fell off and fell asleep. You got everything in your blood!

Only here I noticed that the leotard was lowered. I lowered my eyes and ... on the penis there were dried and blackened smears, dried spots of blood on the hair and even on the belly, at the navel, one spot. Later, I remembered that the stain on my stomach surprised me, but now, depressed by what happened, I did not pay attention to it.

- Prince, I have stuck together again, will you help?

I did not reprimand her for eating a chocolate bar and meekly agreed.

The fun knelt at the water, I washed it and did the same procedure as yesterday.

"His touches, his tender skin on his palms and fingers, turned him on to Amusement, so much so that the saliva flowed and as soon as he finished, she strained and began to crap, spying whether he was looking."

He watched!

I watched (!), And this process excited me.

When finished, she stood in the same position, but I still could not tear my eyes from her ass.

- Nnu!

- What, Fun?

- Well, prince, well, fuck me in the ass! You want!

Still, the blonde was real! I already guessed that after sex she would ask me for a chocolate bar.

"Yes, and dick with you!" Itself offered "

And I otbebal her in the ass with such pleasure, with such pleasure that, it seems, and she liked it.

In fact, Fun did not just like it, she immediately, as soon as he put his cock in her ass, dragged herself and remained in euphoria, until he pulled out of it.

- Will you wash me?

I scooped up water and began to wash it away, and sperm dripping from my ass was dripping on my palm.

Having finished the procedures, we unfolded the tablecloth, and the Fun chocolate, I asked right away, and then the food.

Fun ate breakfast, eat chocolate, we drank water and again go!

We drove, and I, slyly, watched her: she looked carefree, contented and even happy; when I jumped piss, I looked, did I look. And I looked and even felt it. The fun laughed as if it were tickling and, lifting the ass, everything strove to piss off my hands.

...

Thirty arose before my eyes, as if it had grown out of the ground. Without witchcraft here, obviously, not done!

20.01.16

The end of the second part.

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