When Olesya woke up the next morning, Misha was not in the reserved seat, but after a couple of minutes he came back fresh, carrying a travel cosmetic bag and a towel.
- Oh, you woke up! What about breakfast?
Olesya smiled sleepily and lazily clambered up the pillow to take a sitting posture.
- Come on come round, and I'll bring boiling water.

Misha left, and the man pulled away from the detective and squinted at Olesya. But he said nothing.
To defuse the situation, Olesya introduced herself.
“Vladimir,” he answered without intonation.
Soon, Misha returned with two full glasses of hot water and began to make tea from sachets.
- you with sugar?
“Daaaaa, two spoons, please,” Olesya cooed with pleasure. No one cared about her in the dormitory, and she had already managed to forget how pleasant it was.
Misha laid out the remnants of pies on the table and fished a transparent bag with various chocolates of famous Russian factories out of his bag.
- Here, take it, there are a lot of different things. You too, please help yourself, - he added, looking at Vladimir.

Misha began to stir the tea with his left hand, and with the right he slipped under the blanket, where he immediately groped Olesya's pussy and penetrated under the panties. Olesya nearly choked on a pie from such an unexpected turn of events, but Misha looked into her eyes so kindly that she calmed down and assumed a more comfortable posture, leaning towards the able fingers of the young man.
Misha immediately started a conversation with Vladimir, who also began to lay out his breakfast on the table. I asked him about work, family, hobbies. The man answered all questions in detail, with pride and pleasure. Although he did not miss the opportunity to insert remarks about the poor organization of work and leisure.

Olesya, meanwhile, was already very close to orgasm, her eyes expressed nothing, and her lips were burning. At this moment, Misha was already fucking her pussy with two fingers, trying, nevertheless, not to give out their tricks. Olesya by inertia continued to look at the storytelling Vladimir. He was just talking about his youthful success in sports, and turned his gaze on her precisely at the moment when she eagerly licked her lips, and then bit them, exhaled and broke into a blissful smile, all the while not taking her look from him. The man immediately fell silent, blushed deeply and concentrated on his sandwich.
Misha enjoyed the pulsation of Olesya's vagina for a few seconds, and then, in conjunction with the last piece of the pie, carefully took out his hand and with the words “Vkusnooooo! You will lick your fingers! ”He licked those two fingers of his right hand in turn, looking Olesya in the eyes.

After breakfast, Olesya pulled her shorts under a blanket, got out of bed and went to wash. As she finished her morning toilet, there was an annoyed knock on the door. Olesya had already rolled her eyes, but then Mishin heard a voice:
- How much can you occupy the toilet! People have no conscience!
She immediately opened the door and making sure that no one else was there, pulled him into the booth.
- Well, now it's my turn to “lick the fingers”!

Biting into a kiss on Misha's lips, she was dragging his shorts and underpants on her hands. His cock is already gleefully bristling in full combat readiness. Olesya began to greedily lick it on all sides, like a sweet lollipop, but the member was so hot that the saliva almost instantly dried out. Olesya had to try to make Mishina Elda finally wet, shiny and perfectly slippery. Now Olesya took it in her mouth and began to slide her lips back and forth, not forgetting at the same time to caress the edge of the head with her tongue and pull at the hole from which the salty lubricant continually stood out. The pace accelerated, and she took the member deeper and deeper into the throat, until finally she began to get her nose to his pubic hair.At this moment, Misha with a force pressed her head to himself and with a roar poured sperm into her throat. Olesya instinctively swallowed, causing new waves of pleasure in Misha's body. When the dick finally went limp, Olesya tightly pressed her lips and slowly pulled him out of her mouth, as if squeezing the precious elixir of his viscous sperm down to the drop.

Misha could not immediately speak, Olesya was already washing his face from the saliva in the sink, when he finally exhaled deeply and summarized:
- It's just a space, it seems to me that only first-class whores suck so much!
“I will credit this for the compliment,” Olesya answered with a smile.

Vladimir got off at one of the next stops, and only Misha and Olesya and the old woman remained in the reserved seat, who was still staring out the window. The carriage was half empty, and people did not so often pass by. Both Misha and Olesya rested from a stormy morning and read books on their shelves. Then Misha went down to Olesya and lay sideways on her shelf, leaning his back against the wall and unceremoniously moving it slightly to the edge.
- I've been thinking ...
Olesya was already going down to the supine position.
- When granny? You're crazy? - Olesya whispered, while still covering Misha with her blanket.
- And we are inconspicuous. You continue to read the book, and I will pretend to be asleep, ”suggested Misha, not believing in his own words, but still putting on his shorts and panties.

The girl looked skeptically and turned her back on Misha, sticking out her ass.
- Wow, you're already wet! You are my wet lustful slut!
Misha roughly rubbed Olesya's slippery and hot pussy with the edge of her palm, and she was getting more and more excited from the realization that if at least someone saw them, she would really look like the last whore.

At that moment, in the passage, as luck would have it, Dedok appeared, he was slowly shuffling towards the boiler with the sealed jar of soluble noodles. Misha froze, pressing his palm tightly to Olesina's pussy and slowly inserting his fingers inside. Because of the forced pause, the excitement only grew, and as soon as they disappeared from Dad's sight, even though he was still in their reserved seat, Misha pulled out his dick and began to drive them in pussy from the clitoris to the vagina and back again, every time inward to the depth of the head. Olesino's gut had already begun to ache from excitement, and once again, at Mishin's half-walk, she planted on his cock with force, not keeping a groan. It was at this moment in the passage that the grandfather appeared, marching back with brewed noodles. Olesya had to imitate sneeze. Dekadu, it seemed, did not care, he did not even glance in her direction. But the woman on the side shook her head in silence, continuing to look out the window. When Dedok disappeared behind the partition, Olesya could no longer bear these delays, and began not to hide her hips, not quickly hiding herself, and Mishin quickly and deeply sat down on a penis as hard as a stone. Misha is also no longer hiding tightly pressed her, holding both his hands on her breasts under a T-shirt and holding her stiff nipples between his fingers. When the tempo was already beyond, Olesya brightly finished with an absolutely unequivocal groan. Misha gouged her for another minute and finished, squeezing her chest painfully. Moving a little more inside her hot womb, Misha pulled out a member, laid one hand under his head and puffed up contentedly. Olesya also got comfortable, removed the book and fell asleep sweetly, not wearing shorts and panties.

Olesya woke up only after a couple of hours. It was getting dark outside the window, the old woman was gone. The train was at some station, and people walked back and forth past their reserved seat. She woke up from the fact that with one hand Misha caressed her breasts, and the other again drove a member of her pussy.
“You're just an insatiable sire!”
“Yes, I am,” answered Misha, not without pride.
Olesya was not ready for action in the presence of such a crowd of people, so she leaned her hips towards Misha, letting his cock in and froze, passing the initiative to her inner muscles.
“I haven’t had one yet,” whispered Misha in an intermittent voice.
“The title of a first-class whore should be worked out,” Olesya replied with a smile.