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code. But the member was already walking dry, and the girl broke loose. Anna left the pen, but a minute later returned with a bucket of cream. - It will be better this way. She said, lubricating my business with a thick dairy product. Then she smeared cream nipples and went to my face. - Lick, they do not bite.

The cream was delicious, and the hardness of the young peasant's erect nipples was incomparable with any food. I licked all her breasts and began to go down below.

- Oh, what I wanted! - She smiled, leaning her hands on the fence and again putting me his bare ass.

I began to lick her labia, reaching my hard clitoris with my tongue. Every time I touched this ball, Anna's body shook and the milkmaid grabbed the fence more tightly, as if afraid of falling. “Make me right here, tear me apart,” she moaned, sensing the approaching orgasm.

With overclocking, I drove my thermometer thickly greased with cream into the milkmaid. Less than ten powerful frictions, like her, groaning with her own voice, fell to the ground, shaking from a mixture of pain and pleasure. For a very long time she lay on the grass, caressing her gorgeous naked body.

“I want the cows to get nothing.” You can do it? - rising and coming to me she said. Then she began to intensively swallow my dick, squeezing the testicles. If you have ever had such a moment in your life, or something like that ... it already means that everything was not in vain.

She sucked for a long time, occasionally lubricating the phallus with cream from a bucket. After I felt that I felt an unprecedented lightness in the lower abdomen and sweetness at the tip of the penis, I loudly screamed, letting her know that the process was already irreversible.

Continuing to caress the testicles, she touched my head, like the Japanese to the bottles - gently, barely touching the neck. I did not believe that she would be able to swallow as much seed as was collected last time. However, a member of all shot, and the milkmaid all swallowed a thick liquid, hugging my hands. I could not stand on and fell to the ground, like that TV bull, struck by the spear of the matador. The girl, forgetting herself, lay down next to me, hugging me and gently stroking my withers.

We lay so very long and she told me almost everything about her hard life. As a girl, she left the house, as her mother threw her out and did not understand her. As she wanted to live in the capital, but it turned out to be even worse than at home. About your guys and another thousand and one fairy tales. But all good things cannot last forever ... or maybe - but I did not come across a stack. Suddenly, I felt a blow with a blunt object on the head.

- Karl returned and decided to break the skull of his offender, - I thought.

- Man, maybe call an ambulance? - turned his voice to me.

“No thanks, I'm fine,” I replied. - Do not mooby - it means everything is fine.

I was lying on the floor of the toilet. Terribly sick member ... and head. I touched my hand to my aching temple and there was a faint trace of blood on my arm. A small trace of blood was also on the ring of the toilet.

- Where am I, do not tell? - I asked Karl. This time, he looked like an ordinary family guy, who went on a walk with his wife and children. Simple jeans and a jacket. Not ceremonial, but not very poor, - this is not suspected of harassment to the milkmaids.

- Cinema, mate. Probably, all the same, it is necessary to call an ambulance ... And the toilet is clogged with something. It must be said administrator.

Rising, I looked there. The whole toilet was filled to the brim with a mixture of viscous white liquid and cream.

More in my life did not happen anything like that. Actually, practically nothing happened in it until recently.

“The bull rumbled,” Karl laughed in the next pen. - Moos for ten minutes, if not more. Probably tells the cows about their hard lonely life. Have you ever seen this, Anna?

- No, my sweet calf. I see you yourself are ready to moo, judging by the tubercle on the pants. Someone else, but this little bull needs to be curbed until your Martha returns.

9 comments
  • VC (a guest)
    May 20, 2016 21:58

    The author, I'm sorry, but really like a bust. You would have psychological thrillers about manbjak write ...

    PS:
    I think the site lacks moderation ...
    Where are the people who wrote the room commander, out of darkness, call the demon and other fortune?
    To hell with all nonsense, from which you want to either puke, or scary, or laugh pulls ...

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  • May 20, 2016 23:24

    Thank. Negative criticism is also very good, although it seems to me that I will take into account the taste and color ... I will consider the remark about the search.

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  • May 21, 2016 6:37

    Damn thought here that the thread about the sex giant and here damn some sort of bestiality. By the way, why there is no tag in the category, because this is it.

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  • May 21, 2016 10:15

    It’s about the sex giant. This story contains an allusion to the abduction and fertilization of the Phoenician princess of Europe by the notorious Zeus, who appeared to her in the form of a bull. The mother of Zeus was Rhea, the Titanide, who can be considered at the same time the Giant, for the mythological Giants were her siblings. Thus, if the giant is transmitted through the maternal line, then Zeus, like his protégé, is the protagonist of the story, the Giants in the truest sense of the word.

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  • Alexey (a guest)
    May 21, 2016 12:35

    Quotation from your story: “I have seen before my bastard a bullish instrument, as he poured blood and opened the gut of the next poor hunt.” The question is: why - unfortunate? In my opinion, HAPPY! In my whole life I don’t recall the occasion that someone thought (considered) himself miserable (unhappy) at this moment. I think we need to correct this word, which will be stylistically accurate.
    There are more details that you missed, but I don’t want to engage in boring criticism. The story is very good, do not pay attention to rash remarks.

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  • May 21, 2016 20:06

    Thank you for your support and comment, Alexey. Best of all, it seems to me, to replace the adjective expressing an emotional state with a more neutral one.

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  • May 22, 2016 1:45

    What does the echoes to the Greek gods and the modern world (especially here we are talking about Spain), which is not related to them? After all, this is not mentioned a single line but only the human mind with amnesia. And the ending is not about anything. I woke up in the toilet with the toilet trimmed to the top of the romance blooms and smells ..
    - “Logic comrade, ay.”
    - "And ... what ... the logic is not, I have not heard of this."
    So here.

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  • Non (a guest)
    May 22, 2016 11:51 PM

    The story is immortal your reading
    We gave the soul a gift
    In which edges grows
    That grace that you smoked

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  • Anilamus (a guest)
    May 23, 2016 20:25

    This ingenious concept can easily be forgiven for some negligence in expressions. One thing is strange - why isn’t there a zoophil tag?

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