pounded in a frantic gallop. My head was spinning, my thoughts and reality were mixed, the lower abdomen was filled with lead. She could not resist and stretched out her hands to their bellies, ran them up and down, ran their fingers along their rapidly increasing male flesh.

“Thank you, I love being stricter,” she gasped out the first thing that came to mind now, still in her dreams, which caused the brothers to approve of smiles.

“Such is our love, too,” answered Vladimir intently looking at the round chest with protruding nipples. - Get on the shelves, we now poparim you yourself and bone we knead.

He threw a wet curl from her shoulder and neck, ran his hand appreciatively around her neck, shoulder, side, thigh, slapped the rounded bottom. Ladislava went limp and obediently climbed onto the shelves, where she lay down. Bogdan stroked her back, legs, laid his head on his hands. Something warm and thick spilled on his back, the smell of mint and field herbs.

- This is honey with all sorts of herbs, for women and girls the most that. - Bogdan specified.

He slowly rubbed the honey that was melting on his skin, and flexed his muscles. Under his fingers, Ladislava relaxed, completely immersed in the sensations of bliss. She did not pay attention to the slammed door, the hissing of water on the rocks, the steam hop aroma filled with steam. She woke up only when a hot broom dropped to her soft spot, then again, again. Hot bang bangs all over the body did not stop. Irritated with mint and honey, the skin perceived the touch of each twig of a broom as a blow with a rod. The burning execution did not stop, despite the moans of Ladislavy. She tried to slide, but not successfully.

“That's not all, beautiful,” Vladimir snarled, it was obvious that he himself was not sweet.

- I can not do it anymore!

In her eyes floated multicolored circles. At that moment she was lifted and carried out. Not having had time to take a couple of breaths of fresh air, she suddenly found herself in icy water and screamed in surprise. His breath caught, his heart jumped out of his chest. Opening her mouth like a fish, Ladislava tried to get out, but did not have time. Strong hands grabbed her, carried her out of the water and placed her on the floor. The servants giggling wrapped Ladislav in a sheet, sat at the table, served a cup of cold kvass. Only after taking a few sips, she could catch her breath.

Wiping himself with a towel, Bogdan sat down opposite Ladislavy and stuck to a cold kvass pot. Vladimir did not lag behind his brother. He sat next to the girl and also to drink. From it, even after a font with spring water, there was steam and it breathed heat. Unlike about herself, he did not hide and sat naked.

“Oh, and the bathhouse is hot, but the whisk is painfully soft,” Ladislava said by the way, put her hand on Vladimir’s hip and began to climb it higher. - I see that there is a stronger to float the girl.

She embraced rapidly gaining male member, watching as it increases and hardens. I threw the sheet off my shoulders and stroked the bogatyr's chest with my other hand. She got up on the bench with her knees, arched the cat, showing a flexible back and sharp bends of the hips.

- Hurry me yet, Bogdan. I think that not only your hands are strong but skillful. - she glanced at her ass.

- I will crush, my dear, I crush. So much so that it will be hard to walk. - Bogdan smiling approached her from behind.

Large strong palms lay on the round ass and eagerly squeezed it. Ladislava quite moaned. She lowered her head and took in the mouth of a large penis. Slowly sucking on her, she became more and more heated and swallowed her cock deeper and deeper. Vladimir put her hands on the head and not much, but confidently continued her movement, driving the penis deep down the throat. She wheezed, tears spilled from her eyes. Tearing her head by the hair and letting us take a couple of breaths, he again forced her onto his strong member.

Bogdan stroked his round buttocks and loudly slapped him, causing another moan. On the skin left an imprint of red pyaturni. He ran his fingers between his legs in wet lips, stroked the clitoris. Her back arched, responding to touch, while her mouth was busy. His fingers stroked and caressed the excited tubercle, causing involuntary shudders every now and then. Then slipped inside the womb. We went back and forth. Bogdan grabbed the girl by the hips, slowly, in small pushes, letting her get used to it, entered her. His movements became more active, Ladislava rushed to meet him in time. Her back was covered with sweat. From the double work she began to tire and dry out, although she did not want to stop at all.

“Now you can steam up,” Vladimir threw back the girl’s head by the hair. - Get some rest, honey. - he picked it up and then put it on his stomach on the table, pushing the utensils to the side.

“Marusha, bring some whisk, you know.”

The girl, who was sitting quietly in the corner, silently jumped up, nodded, and sped away. Vladimir fenced Ladislava's wet back, squeezed tender sides, lightly slapped a couple of times on the bottom. Bogdan climbed onto the table, sat down, his legs spread wide, so that the head of the boyar was between his legs. Raised her head, wiped his face with a towel. His excited cock was a couple centimeters from her lips, but he was in no hurry to share it with the girl.

- Here, sir. - Marusha ran into the waiting room.

- Stand! How do you submit!? Forgot !? - Vladimir roared

- Sorry, sir, sorry!

The girl thumped on her knees and rested her forehead on the floor, but realizing she immediately jumped up. Quickly taking off her shirt and remaining naked, she fell on all fours and, holding the handle of the whip in her teeth, crawled to her master's feet.

- That's the same thing. - Vladimir approvingly patted her cheek, taking the whip. - sit next to. - Marusha was on her knees, just dropped to her feet and remained seated.

The whip was unusual. The short woven handle turned into a multitude of thin belts and looked like a soft broom. The skin was finely dressed and exuded a characteristic leather smell. Vladimir nodded to Bogdan and he took Ladislav by the hands.

A short swing and on the back along the spine lies a leather fan. Ladislava shot up, but Bogdan firmly held hands. Another whip hit. Not strong, but burning, short. She gritted her teeth, but did not resist whipping. Excitement intensified with each blow. Scourge lay on the buttocks and touched the thigh. She groaned with pleasure. From pleasure and pain, from pain to pleasure and pleasure to pain. My head was spinning. It was so easy and hot. She did not even notice how they entered her from behind. Sharply, deeply, violently. There was a feeling that Vladimir would pierce through it. The back arched itself, an involuntary shriek burst from my throat. After whipping to feel inside a man was especially nice.

Bogdan let go of her hands and gave her the opportunity to taste himself. Ladislava enthusiastically attacked the excited member and pushed deep down the throat. Bogdan helped with his hands, deeply straddling his head, to a wheeze, to spasms. Thick, drooping saliva covered her chin.

- What are you, okhalniki! - grinning into the dressing room entered Gordey. - Helga, take off your boots.

A second servant rushed to him, who was waiting in the corner before. With quick movements, she helped to take off her boots, pants, and shirt.

- Come on, steam me.

Bogdan and Vladimir were removed from the table and placed their back on the bench with Ladislav. Bogdan tied her hands, raised them to the top of the head and secured the other end to the legs of the bench. Vladimir, meanwhile, spread his legs to the sides on both sides of the shop and tied the legs of the bench as well. A handkerchief was attached to his eyes.

Ladislava lay spread out on the bench completely unable to move, defenseless and vulnerable to all. I could not even see anything, just listened and tried to make out what the brothers were up to. Excitement, fear, pain, waiting for the unknown forced her to wriggle, but the ropes held tight. This is even more exciting.The body demanded continuation, long and strong, like the hands of these heroes.

- Good parok! - rumbled Gorday. - Helga, kvass. Good, white, slim. Playful mare .... Read more →