el dorado They sway like two bells. All the bells with which I had dealt with this are not suitable for the soles of these tsar bells. And they ring like a royal, pouring juicy roar nipples.

- Boom! - my tongue is pushing a huge petal, swinging the bell. I stick to him, catching the slightest echo of the chime. Angela is all flowing. From the excitement of her hands do not find a place. She is looking for a pen, a cap - anything, just to grasp, hold on, cling to, any oblong object that can be planted on an elastic zhopina.

I release the tool for work.

“I usually don’t blowjob when first selling,” she whispers. “But I like you,” he drops to his knees.

The head is spinning from such revelations. What does “blowjob when first selling”? She does not allow me to come to my senses and comprehend what was said. Her mouth is a fairy tale. The head is deeply seated, almost to the base, the tongue slides down, bowing the member in a boat. There is something working in her confident movements. She does not give a blowjob and does not caress the penis, she really sucks him, helping her hand, quickly and clearly, purposefully moving towards the final, squeezing milk like a milkmaid. Her golden tail hair swayed behind her back in time with the bells, Angela languidly closed her eyelids, her mouth filled with saliva, her tongue relaxed. She feels the approach of an orgasm as clearly as I do. Slow down to stretch the pleasure, eyes closed. I pull off the sleeping beauty by the tail - she, like a fish, grabs the air with her mouth, looks at me in surprise. I quickly roll out the condom, throw my sleepy milking into a chair, jerk off her jeans to my knees.

“No, please, let’s better with your mouth,” she mutters in fright.

But late, her naked, gorgeous ass, the full moon, filled my burning eyes with a bright pale radiance. Only the vertical slit of defilement points the way to the promised land. I stick in tightly buttocks.

Now she will relax and forget the whims. And there is. Muscles on the ass gradually disperse under my weight, disperse, like a dough in a tub, a member penetrates deeper, until it suddenly rests against something hard and sharp.

- What the hell...

I kneel behind the ass to check, I fuck.

Plump bleached smoothly shaved orange slices tightly compressed with a thick steel spring. Like the piercing rings, the spring lacing tightens the outer lips of the vagina. A tiny barn clasp, gilded, engraved, with a cunning coupling protects the flower of pleasure in the area of ​​the clitoris.

“What the hell,” a hoarse exclamation involuntarily escapes from my chest.

My member quickly falls, whoever came up with this devilish building, his plan was a success.

“This is my boyfriend so he wants me to go,” Angela, as if apologetically muffled, turned her head over into the chair. - I have a difficult relationship with him.

- That's for sure.

- If you want, come on in the ass, - she offers uncertainly.

In the ass? I have not misheard?

- And you will not hurt?

“There is grease in my purse,” she turns the flushed face out of the chair.

“Quite by chance,” I smiled slyly in response.

She starts to laugh, and all the time while I gently lubricate the sphincter funnel under the sacrum with a gelatin chill, she fidgets and giggles.

- And your boyfriend will not be offended if he finds out what we are doing here?

She shyly averts her eyes.

- No, in the ass, he is not jealous.

- It is clear - I don’t understand a damn thing! Some moron chained Angela in slave shackles, depriving her of the opportunity to fuck like a human. And he is not jealous yet. Feeling like a complete idiot.

- I can help you? Does he force you? - my dick is poured over with steel again and is looking right at the wrinkled bullseye of the target.

- No, this is our game, - it is unpleasant for her to speak. Answers are crumpled, strained. - I can only with others in the ass and mouth.

“I see,” I’m probably too thoughtful and too understanding. Gone over her in disbelief.

Angela arches her back, leaning in her chair. Turning the neck over again, our eyes meet. She awkwardly tries to cheer me up with a smile:

- Do not worry. I like the ass too. Just do not rush in the beginning.

- I see, - I nod, sighing.

Slowly drive the tip of the penis into the funnel. She sucks me gradually, the whole trunk, tightly wrapping a rubber ring. Hard as a log, a member of a condom, smooth and slippery, easily enters the soft cushion of huge buttocks, the pubis lands in the valley above the tailbone, the eggs are slapped into a spring.

- Aaaa, - Angela makes a languid moan of pleasure, arching like a swan's neck. He pulls back his hand, scratches my hip with a manicure, slapping me, showing that I need to continue.

I slowly accelerate, fucking her in a tight ass that is trembling like jelly under me. Each punch sends waves through Angela’s juicy body. She moans like crazy. Someone taught her to portray the pleasure of anal sex. Or maybe she really kicks? In any case, her ass was as soft as dough. I do not feel anything, only blows of the thighs, pubis, slapping into the milky body that has spilled under me. And the burning wick is somewhere at the end of the piston, which flares up time after time, which I drive with crazy speed. I think Angela already feels nothing too. She relaxed and finally gave herself a jackhammer.

I unexpectedly explode for her, for myself, the wick burns out, the pulsating uncontrollable wave of orgasm forces me to cling to the hard-fought white airfield with all my strength, to pump all the juices collected in drops in dense puffy eggs.

When Angela left, I went out to the balcony to get a breath of fresh air and for a long time I was walking away with the absent glance of people walking down the street, digesting what had happened.