round hole with wrinkles around the edges.

Kirill bent down and kissed Anya on the shoulder, stroked.

“This is the most exciting and delightful thing I've seen and heard.” You are gold! You have no idea how I like you! He whispered, his voice shaking with excitement.

Anya stirred her ass and giggled.

- I can feel it.

Cyril's member rested against her back.

- And now you will feel even stronger.

With a jerk, he turned the girl over on her stomach, and, kissing her back sweaty, gently removed the dinosaur. He slid a small sofa cushion under her hips. Liberally smeared ass (now they always kept a tube of lubrication at hand) and inserted a member who was trembling with impatience between the halves. There was no need for a condom - Anya had been taking pills for almost a year to make her periods less painful. And the sperm on her body aroused no less than Cyril.

She habitually stretched out her palm for a portion of the grease. Slightly bent, pressed the head of the penis to the anus, and Cyril began to move back and forth. He started to get stronger and stronger, especially the devil, in spite of his uncomfortable posture, not only pressed his head, but also strove to press it in the ass while moving forward, somehow deftly relaxing the hole, so that the head sank there, delivering Cyril special pleasure.

But it seems not only to him. Anya suddenly whispered excitedly:

- Take me! I want it so much! Take me! Right now!

From surprise, he stopped. Anya displeased jerked her hips, moving his penis to the entrance to the vagina, slippery from the lubricant and its juices, so that he had no doubt what she wants.

“You promised your mother?” Till twenty, - Cyril objected, slightly moving away. Rather, even without moving away - she might be offended or misunderstand him - but just petrified so that she would not accidentally stick into a pliable and desirable hole.

“All this nonsense,” Anya gasped, clinging to him. - It was such a joke. But I love you. And you suffer with me.

Cyril sighed, freed himself and lay down beside him. Hugged her and kissed her.

- I love you too. I do not suffer. Thank you for trusting me, but where are we to hurry?

Anya turned, kissed on the lips hanging over him.

- And I thought that all men dream only about this.

- Wrong. All men dream of such a mistress like you. It's true. But how to have sex with her is the second question. And then - he tastefully ran his hand over her chest. - And then, maybe I'm a pervert, and I like perverted ways?

- Um, pervert? - Anya smacked him with a feeling and slid lower. Kissing a member, said, touching the head moving lips. “Then you must teach me all the perversions that you like.” Promise?

- I promise, - Cyril put his hand on the girl's head.

But she didn’t need prompts, a clever tongue had already set to work ...

Having devastated him, and having run into the bathroom, Anya sat on his shoulder. He lazily embraced her, feeling a pleasant emptiness. There were no thoughts ...

- Kirill, what do you think, does mother guess about us?

- Surely suspects.

- But why? - she was surprised raised on his elbow, looking into his face.

- Because she is a woman and a mother. Women always notice such things. And as a mother, she knows you well. Probably even better, in some ways, than you are yourself. From the outside, you know better ... And then she saw us together.

A couple of times in a month he came across Sveta and Anya, then in a shop near the house, then on the stairs. They did not have long conversations, exchanging meaningless phrases.

- Well, what did you see? We didn’t do anything, we didn’t talk for long and that’s it.

- Close people can be immediately seen. The distance between them decreases. And lovers and even more so, they try to be as close as possible to each other, tend to touch each other. Women are immediately prosekayut. These are maps and atlases you cannot read, and an open book is a person and a relationship between people. Therefore, it is difficult for husbands to deceive their wives and hide something from them.

- How do you know everything? - sincerely admired Anya, clinging to him stronger.

For a while they were silent.

- And what does she think of us?

- Probably nothing. All she has is some kind of suspicion, no more. It may decide to talk to you, but maybe not. We'll see.

Anya suddenly giggled.

- You stroke me like a cat or a dog. Fingering hair, feeling all the bones, even scratching behind the ear.

- What kind of animal are you? You have no fur. Nowhere. I know that, - Kirill laughed.

- On the hands of fluff there. And then, maybe I'm a bald animal. Like these, like them, Egyptian cats or small dogs, I do not remember how they are called.

- Sphinxes. But they are ugly. So this is not about you.

- But the dogs are funny and cute.

- Still not like.

- And so? - she licked his shoulder, just like a dog.

“Well, there is something,” Cyril grinned, she was so funny. - But it still does not look like. There is no tail.

“Right now,” Anya jumped up, found a dinosaur, and after a second of the table in front of him on all fours, sticking out her ass, over which an dinosaur stuck with an arc, head thrust down into the anus, jutting out of the arc.

Cunningly looking at him, she swung her ass.

“Well, I don’t know,” Cyril replied with mock doubt.

He stroked the girl on the head, deliberately scratching behind the ear, ran his hand over his back, touched the improvised tail. He shook him ... Anya, looking at his dick, wagged her ass again. A member of the rapidly getting up, and no wonder - not every day you see this.

“I see what you like,” she smiled, and several times licked Cyril in the chest, purposefully going down.

The damned member was already standing, becoming harder and harder with each glance at her "tail."

“Some kind of wrong tail,” Kirill did not want to give up. - Not simular. - he paused and suddenly blurted out, - Although there are special tails for girls.

- True? - Anya got close to the member and began to lick the head. - Will you buy me? Promise?

- Well, - Cyril relaxed to a pillow and closed his eyes, capitulating in front of her lips and nimble tongue.

This was the first step towards the appearance of Totoshki