- My girls are in times of crisis. Part 1
- My girls are in times of crisis. Part 2
Fucking Julia Vorobyov was a tedious and ungrateful business. She did not know how to fuck the word at all, and it was clear that sex interests her somehow in its own way. Yulya Vorobyeva considered herself very feminine, wore transparent blouses without a bra, shining with pink shapeless nipples, reading Anais Nin and Iris Murdoch and eating healthy yogurts. She worked as a literature teacher and considered herself a witch, a cat and a nymphomaniac interspersed with a la fem fatale. She smelled of chalk and semolina. It was terrible. I fucked her from hopelessness for the past two months. The sensations were such as if a member had fallen into a three-liter jar of liquid sour cream. It was possible to move quickly and deeply, while not feeling anything but pliable slippery interior emptiness. Her softest cunt did not give joy, Yulina's vagina did not have any hard edges, it wasn’t nothing to rub against. Cunt was not big, no. It was just some kind of jellyfish. Yulia didn’t know how to suck at all, she didn’t give me an ass, and after one of my unsuccessful offenses, she considered me a gross homosexual.
“Homosexes,” I said, “they are not rude.” They write music.
“This is because they have not met a great love,” answered Julia, rolling gray eyes, “this is sublimation, this is because they did not meet a beautiful girl on their way of life.
Yulia said so directly: “in her life's journey” and obviously by a beautiful girl meant herself.
“Yes,” I thought, “all homosexuals would go mad if they met with you.” And they would not have written either peresistic music, or poems, nothing ”.
We were protected in a way that sometimes, like many sex inventions, is called French. Simply put, I spawned "on the grass." It all happened this way: for a rather long time I brought Julia to orgasm, touched her clitoris with my hand. And when Julia started screaming and moaning like a loader, to whom an I-beam fell on her leg, at that moment I got out of it, finally, my wet cock and vigorously jerked between her legs. I jerked off in the most usual way that all of us had been taught life long ago, somewhere in a summer camp or in a hospital. I quickly moved the foreskin back and forth, the head swelled up, prevented me from pulling back the folds, spasms came up. It was very inconvenient to lie on her stomach and hold with two hands on his own member. The main thing was to forget about Julia and think about Dashka Goncharova's pussy.
At this time, Julia asked in a hoarse voice with displeasure:
- What are you doing over there?
“I bring boys and girls for a walk,” I replied through clenched teeth and poured a miserable pool onto the bed of Yulina’s sofa.
I kissed her, stroked her relaxed limp body, all according to the rules, just like they were taught in the school of a young fighter, and went to the bathroom. There I peed in the sink and jerked again, thinking of Goncharova. I was thinking about her large, experienced pussy workshop, overgrown with stiff thick hair. For several years I have been fucking Daria Andrevna with great pleasure. Not certainly in that way. Daria Goncharova was one of those women who could be classified as a “childhood friend,” with the difference that she was not my childhood friend literally. We met on the plane. In Sheremetyevo she lost her luggage. She was annoyed more than necessary. I realized that she was returning from Italy alone, that something had gone wrong there, and no one met her at the airport. Goncharovsky suitcase flew another flight six hours later. Three days later I owned her bronze body with two white stripes shining in the dark. When it became clear to us that everything should inevitably happen, I was in her apartment and kissed her for an hour, touching all her places through jeans and a T-shirt.
“Be patient, give up now,” she told me.We kissed for another five minutes, after which she allowed to remove everything from herself, except for panties. We were in an embrace, the bed smelled of clean sheets. Then she took off her pants. By this time I have already reached the degree of excitement when a member does not stick like a stick, but bends and hangs menacingly, filled with desire that has gone deep. Dasha squeezed my eggs with her hands, hard, but not painful. I was in a hurry, she rather cooled. She turned her face away, looking displeased. Then she gave my hands to straighten the folds and let in. When my cock inside her began to grow again, I saw her slightly surprised eyes. Dashka Goncharova began to move under me confidently, but with restraint. Then she stopped. About something thought crumpling.
“Making a change,” she said, “just don't get lost.”
We slowly changed position. We sat with our arms and legs wrapped around each other. I pressed against her stomach.
“Well, catch up,” she said, getting completely iron-hard and shaking all. I do not know if she really finished that time, but I finished exactly. This I remember well.
A few minutes later she wiped me with a soft cloth and sent me to the shower. When I returned, I went to wash myself:
- Do not peep.
Then she gave me tea with sandwiches. An hour later, we fucked very vigorously, sweating. They took a shower again.
The third time at two in the morning it turned out that she was doing a good blowjob.
- This is all true, theory. More and more on books, on the Internet, - she said.
Sparrows have already begun to shout. Some people went to work sleepily talking. From the window smelled of damp morning foliage and gasoline. It was a time when I didn’t seem to want it, but the dick was on its own, everything was indifferent to it, it was wooden and straight.
- Where are you, so beautiful, do? - She said - that's what. Let's try. Not. This is me scared. You do not like it, but I do not know how. Here’s how. You try it, but if it hurts me ... no, not that.
“Go ahead,” I said.
“We do as if everything is normal,” she lay on her back and lifted her legs to her chest. I tinker for a while and got into her ass. I fucked her hard. She finished three times. A small drop of sperm rolled out of my dry cock. But she gave me more joy than the whole fountain. “Everything,” I thought, “the cartridges ran out.”
Continued in the next series.
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In your "More ..." there is an echo of pleasant ambiguity) Mukhtar will try)
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Who-who? Smelled bestiality ...
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This is the figure of speech. Quote from the film with Nikulin "To me, Mukhtar." That’s all.
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Good boy, Mukhtar! Bring a couple more sticks!
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The joke should be available, but not so much)
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Chert! Nice to plunge into a smart man! (That's a compliment).
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Thank! Nice to quarrel with a good girl!)))
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Yes you cho! This I still am pleased!
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Here the hassle, of course, is also interesting. But the main thing here, as I see it, is getting alternative forms of sexual joy. So I send you good rays orgasm and all that)
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Yes, damn, Lightning, well, what else hassle! I sincerely rejoice in a new curious character! (You, here, have not commented on Eugene3, there you will understand figs, praise or stebet.)
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Here is the opinion of Eugene 3 would not really touch me for the egg because of impassable heterosexuality. And your opinion is precious)))
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I am pleased that you are pleased that I am pleased.
Especially, here it is - the good rays of orgasm!
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I wish you fucking dreams, so that pleasant young people with big earrings will dreamed you) to give you rings from Dior and feed you with ice cream) If you are not in America, then it's time to sleep.
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And what do you want?
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Ohhh, here you can talk for a long time and with enthusiasm) You can wish: plump girls with big boobs, thin girls, hard as a piece of wood, with small boobs. Groaning Can not moaning. Further long list of bizarre desires)
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Hmm ... I'm afraid that if I continue to develop this series of images artistically, some will not be able to sleep, even in America.
In short, we definitely do not need wood!
We need flexible, like a vine, passionate, like a tigress, with soft, silky, dark skin, wet with love sweat. Well, the nipples in the course themselves finish. I can offer dark pimply, with large fading halos, and breasts are ... pear-shaped. Heavy elastic droplets with dark bumps ...
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Yes, flexible as a vine - they are very good. They are not so easy to get rid of. And tanned and silky. It's nice to hold pear-shaped tits in your hands, especially if they are heavy. And pulls, and pulls to touch the end of her pubic) And the end is still limp from the influx of happiness, heavy, clumsy)
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And pubis, I hesitate to ask, licked to shine or like Daria Andrevna?
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I somehow now prefer the "weekly stubble." But all the options are good. True, shaved to shine looks very childish, but I'm afraid of all pedophilism.
So I kiss you in all secret places)
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Hee hee! Tickling
Okay, go already to sleep!
If you can)))
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In a sense, now I have to sleep with you, agile as a vine and ... you know yourself. So in the next two hours you can safely dream about what I fantasize about you. Rays of good orgasm sent to you are on the way) Take care of your pajamas)
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I suppose my pajamas are simpler than yours)) The rays have reached. Thank!)))))
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Hooray! Yes, I have to wash) Kiss in the ass. Gently.
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)))...))...)...
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(!)
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Written well, but not enough. That's what I just did not have enough smoothness, lethargy in the first part. I want a stronger contrast. Imagery descriptions pleased. Try not to delay the continuation and not to get carried away overly creating the series).
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Thank! I think that I will finish it in three steps.) The format of the stories is such that you should not immediately upload everything into one file. And what happened there, I, of course, know. This is a story with a finale.
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Especially amused the last sentence)))
I liked the story. Put 10, but “it” could be seen to react to 9, because it decreased to 0, 1.
I am not guilty.
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9 is good too. In combination, 69 is even better (this is NOT HINTER, it is just that). Maybe you will have a chance to recoup in the next part, if you like it, of course.
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Komenty pull on a separate erostory)) Milenko so, though "about anything." I started reading from the second, I didn’t like it, but I’m going to have a fight about it.
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