and, seizing me by the balls, I began to pull me towards me in time with the movement. Such an attitude my body could not bear and I, having driven a member for the most undesirable, began to finish abundantly, filling it with sperm.

Crouching to the back of the young lady twitching in orgasm, I was sympathetic, waited and slowly left the hospitable hole. Having straightened up, having looked down, he saw a sprawled and broken-down, slowly contracting point. From it a little brownish semen plentifully flowed a bubble.

- Well, how is it, Olya ... - I remembered aloud the anecdote and continued it myself, - but I am not Olya, I am Maryash! And what a difference ... All the same good!

4. "I demand the continuation of the banquet ?!"

I considered the body jerking and leaning on the table in a businesslike manner. I do not know why I swung and slapped my left bun with my palm outstretched. Screaming aunt, Masha, sharply straightening up, almost jumped up. The left buttock was covered with a clear outline of the palm trace.

- you what? Fuck you? - screamed my "joy", rubbing the ass hit, - completely fooled? I will have a bruise!

- Sorry ... - I took a couple of steps back and, capturing on the video like her, trying to see her ass, turns her head sideways. As the hand strokes the redness, in the shape of the palm, it stands out contrastingly against a white background.

“And now what will I tell my husband, how will this bruise be explained?” She screamed in a fit of righteous anger.

“Nothing terrible,” I replied, grinning, “you will wear normal underpants that will not leave your ass naked.” Yes, and I did have to be noted? - I continued, - since I fucked you for the first time ...

“That bastard,” she almost burst into tears, but then it dawned on me, which I am hinting at, “you will not break off more,” and hastily began to muffle up in a dressing gown.

- What do you mean? - I'm really scared - but the video is still with me! - I made an emphasis, - and he-oh is not one-but ... - I said by syllables.

- Yes? - she seemed to shrink.

- What, Maryash? - the forgotten past beats the present? - I clicked my tongue, - you have to pay a bitch for mistakes, and all the more for mistakes of youth! - I continued moralizingly.

Looking at the dial of the wall clock, he asked:

- By the way, how much does yours come?

- Immediately after six ...

“It's almost five now,” I thought, “okay, let's go wash ...”

- I'm with you? She laughed hysterically.

- Yeah! - I grinned, - my aunt had long dreamed of learning how to wash.

“... and do not hope,” Aunt Masha instantly betrayed, “I can manage without you.” I went first, and went out into the corridor.

“To dream is harmless, it is harmful not to dream ...” I philosophically issued, seeing this body off with a look.

He reached out and then opened the door of the refrigerator. As was to be expected, at the very bottom of the door was a bottle of opened vodka. The clear liquid was splashing heavily in the surrounding glass. Pulling an instantly sweaty bottle and taking a faceted glass from the shelf, he nibbled half of it. Having unwrapped chocolate candy, lonely settled in a sugar bowl exhaled, he quickly drank the contents of the glass. Behind the vodka, a candy followed in her mouth. I was belatedly shuddered.

“We need to go for a smoke break,” the idea flashed a long time outside.

Going to the sink, he opened the water, rinsed like a blown-up member and, without wiping, pulled the panties back, leaving the pants lying on the floor. Already moving into Mishkin's room, there was a balcony. I remembered that the cigarettes remained in my pants and I had to return. Taking out what he was looking for, he went back to the balcony, but, on the way, he hit the door of the bathroom closed to the latch, and said:

“I'm going to smoke on the balcony,” I said slyly, “you can wash yourself, you can join.” I'm waiting...

- Boo, boo, boo - there was something unintelligible in response.

- ... - I laughed. After sex and vodka I prettier.

As soon as he came out onto the balcony, he lit a cigarette, with the pleasure of drawing in fragrant smoke. Looked around. I always liked it here. The tenth floor, windows, a white plastic window sill and darkened light brown windows. One of the wings was open. Mosquito net closes the opening.From the edge of the balcony there was a lonely chair-bed, on which Mishka occasionally spent the night in the heat. I leaned my hands on the window sill, and having pulled the ashtray closer to me, with great pleasure I drew on. Thoughts quietly tossed in my head. Humid air brought coolness to the cooling body. Breathing out the smoke once more, he turned around and attached the smartphone still on the shelf. “Let him write - maybe it will take something useful away,” I decided.

***

- Well, how! - I thought and, remembering everything that had happened, I stretched with pleasure. - It will be necessary to come here more often, - flashed through my head, - Maryasha was a hot woman ...

Thinking about what happened, I again felt excited.

- More, what to fuck her? - flashed the thought.

As if having overheard my thoughts, Aunt Masha jumped out onto the balcony. Red as a cancer, she belligerently yelled:

- Do you allow yourself?

- Why? - I lazily turned to her.

- Also got vodka ?!

“And not only,” he said through clenched teeth, “I also took a half-cup on my chest ...” confided to her what had happened.

- Completely insolent ...

Without letting her finish, he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. When the soft body pressed against me, I felt an overwhelming desire to continue what I started. At first, from surprise, she clung to me, and then began to escape.

- you what? Completely stunned? She whispered, struggling weakly.

- No, - my hand slipped into the neckline of the robe, squeezing her chest with pleasure, - I just want to!

- Will they see us ?!

“Oh, well ... The tenth floor, darkened windows, a high window-sill ...” saying this, I turned her back to me and pulled up the floor of the robe. - Do not twitch you, now once more and I'll leave ...

My hands ran over the elastic buttocks. The fusion was not on it. Groaning softly, she arched her back.

- You see, you yourself realized that this is not the end, the end - here it is ... - I rubbed my swollen limb against the hollow between the buttocks. - By the way, - I dragged on and, throwing, the underdose goby in the bank asked, - do you like kuni?

- What other Cooney? - she continued to escape from my arms.

- But this ... - podnapryagshis, I lifted it into the air with some difficulty and, taking two steps, lowered the cancer on a chair.

At the same time kneeling, I grabbed her charms with my lips. Quickly turning over the strained fringe of his vulva with his lips, he felt and gently bit his clitoris.

- Ohhhhh! - a muffled sound swept across the balcony.

“Or so ...” I folded my tongue and put it into the vagina. Having just played it inside and tearing her face wet from the juices, she already began to flow again, wondered - do you like it?

- A-aa ... - she moaned again, arching her back and strongly sticking out her buttocks.

- So, I like it ... - I summarized, you all like it! - My Katka so saliva comes when I caress her so.

Again I pressed my lips between her legs, sucking in the mouth of the swollen and protruding large labia. First, alternately - right then left, and then both together. She no longer resisted. Bending back, gave a caress. Recalling the corona number, he began to display figures on her genitals in a soft-hard language. On the number six, her body shuddered, waves of convulsions ran over him, and Maryash twitched in a fit of orgasm. Between widely spread legs, one could see how nervously trembling on her stomach, how eroticly stirred her breasts hanging down, the size of a small melon topped with large and dark nipples.

- A little you need the women, - I whispered, - touch me, kiss and you can do with you what you want!

- Still! - she started up, twisting her ass and trembling with impatience, when she looked up from caresses to breathe. “Come on,” she almost screamed.

I slowly inserted my finger into the vagina and twisted it, and then two more fingers dived into it.

- Yeah-ahhh! - scream ripped the air - come on! - She had already howled, the March cat, lifting up snowy buttocks even higher and arching her back.

On the left buttock, the trace of my palm was still rosy. A robe slid down the back almost to the neck. Tugging breasts nipples fidgeted over the cover of the chair. My hand, occasionally scrolling sideways, vigorously slid back and forth inside the womb.The thumb positioned upward slid in the crevice between the quivering buttocks, occasionally touching the slightly open sphincter of the anus. Spitting on the thumb, I slowly inserted it into the anus and squeezed my fingers together. The thin partition between these two holes gently slipped under the fingers. As soon as I rubbed it, Maryash howled, finished again.

- Yes! Good! Still! Come on! - She prayed, twitching me and twisting all the joints.

Looking at this view shown by the mother of my friend, I was very excited again. A member sticking forward, hard, like a stone. The scrotum tightened, pressing the eggs to the groin. And I was all burning with desire.

From the inability to restrain myself, I pulled back and immediately took the place of the fingers of the penis. The walls of the vagina throbbed in a frenzy tact, compressing the organ moving there. Honestly, I finished quickly, very much so. It was literally five minutes and I barely managed to move back filling my bare back with jets of hot sperm.

The last viscous drop had not yet managed to crawl from the swollen head, and I already managed it in the anus. Hands like ticks grabbed the buttocks, squeezing them frantically, so that the fingers turned white. Confident movement back and forth to the full length of the body. A scrotum tense like a hard tarp slips on wet skin ... For another five minutes of the race, I opened my mouth like a fish thrown to the shore, twitching, clinging to its quivering back. Forces left me, my heart pounded at a frantic pace, and my condition was like after a run. Tense muscles in my legs ached, but I felt so good ...

Five minutes later, maybe ten, she moved under me.

“Come on, stand up, or it's hard to hold you,” was heard from below.

“Now,” I said, hardly gathering thoughts into a pile, and slowly stood up. - Full pipets! I'm a little alive ... - I whispered to her confidentially.

“Yes, and I'm not better,” she said with difficulty, slowly getting up and straightening, “I already forgot what it is like when you are fucked several times in a row.”

- What? Husband already can not? - I asked. - Well, nothing, I'm in the city, so if anything I can help ...

- Fuck you ... - she suddenly breathed out and wept.

“Hmmm,” I grunted, “stop it,” he pressed her to her chest, “which, naturally, is not ugly!” - I said, slyly glancing at your smartphone!