The last time an elevator in our entrance was more often than working, but we were lucky. I hardly had to come to myself, but I didn’t have to take a ladder that did not understand a thing.

- Here is our nest! - Lara said with dignity, including the light.

A small apartment, a small studio, converted from an ordinary two-room apartment, with a huge multi-bed “Lenin with us”, a powerful stereo system and a kitchen counter, then seemed to us a fabulous palace!

- Come in, friends.

- Oh, merci, madam ...

Michelle began to pull wet clothes off her badly thinking friend, for the knockout put him in an inappropriate puddle. And Larchik told me the juicy details about the black woman. She confessed in her ear that she described herself with a fright. But not at the time of the attack of Gopnik, but from shooting. So, our sudden guests would do well to wash. Yes, and my wife and I were not averse to taking a shower after furiously fucking in the car.

We have a shower. Right in the studio. True, the walls of the spacious booths give a hundred points odds on transparency to the best grades of crystal. We settled home in the honeymoon, when constantly and madly wanted each other. Yes, and so far, no one of us can calmly take a shower - the other is sure to join! And the hygienic process goes clearly into what.

In the current situation, a transparent booth seemed a certain inconvenience. No, there was no doubt about the postgraduate stripper. And here we are, perhaps, the chocolate Michelle ... Lara and I appeared before each other in all sorts of things, but with outsiders we vowed chastity.

- Rolex! - suddenly said a guest, stripped of her girlfriend to his underpants. His eloquence puzzled me.

- What is rolex?

- Uh ... how is it in Russian? Snizdili!

Lariska and I rolled with laughter. They say right, the first thing that foreigners teach in Russia is mat.

“Madam, would you allow a shower?” Michelle asked almost without an accent. Apparently, on the street in a stressful situation, she simply forgot Russian words. - I am very embarrassed ...

- Call me Lara, okay? And her husband - Kostya. And use, of course.

- Mercy, Lara! Kostya, I don’t know how to thank you for your help ...

I blurted out without thinking:

- Oh well ... you find what ...

Guests without hesitation undressed naked. Okay, the “nail of the program”, he is no stranger to showing anatomy to the public. But Michelle was not at all embarrassed! Although, why be ashamed of a girl with such exciting forms? Long slender legs, round elastic butt, on the pubis and on plump lips like a girl's hair, flat tummy, narrow waist, circular hemispheres of the chest. And touching dimples over the buttocks. These dimples struck me. And Lariska again fell into a stupor at the sight of chocolate caused Henri.

The blacks were splashing in the shower, Michelle squeezed the gel into her palm and washed the friend's cock. The procedure, of course, led to an erection. Looking at them, we ripened, gathering courage to share fantasies. Without looking away from the standing member, Lark insinuatingly inquired:

- Kitty, do you want her? Honestly, huh?

Feeling that we are approaching a certain Rubicon in our family life, I confessed:

- Honestly? Want! And you?

My wife silently pressed my palm to a hot wet pussy under her skirt and looked into her eyes. You should have seen her look!

What was to do? The points above the "EO" were placed. There was a chance to give each other the opportunity to realize their innermost fantasies. Of course, there remained the likelihood that striptease is just a way to make money for Henri, and Michelle’s lack of shyness is nothing more than a manifestation of European relaxedness. And that this does not imply willingness to have sex with the first comers.

However, the road back was ordered.We will not make a decision now on the transition of the Rubicon, trust in each other will falter, and our family life will become not one whole, but two adjoining halves!

I licked my palm and nodded. Larisa gave me a thankful kiss and whispered, breathing hotly in my ear:

- We will always, always be honest, right, Kitty? What are your fantasies?

- Well ... I always dreamed of fucking a little woman, but so that you helped. And also - to admire how a black member enters into your red fur coat ...

- Wow! We, therefore, fantasized about the same thing! I imagined you were having fun with my sister, and I was giving her advice on how to get the most out of it. And also ... and also ... you know everything! We had a black Cuban on the course, handsome Felipe, all the girls in his presence went with wet panties. And Ritka Orlova was lucky, she told everyone about his huge member. Since then, I fantasize. Yes, and another fantasy - to go to a club or restaurant without panties, and so you know about it! And be sure to mini!

The games of the guests in the shower did not go, to my surprise, into that phase that Lara and I cannot avoid. Chocolate figures, wrapped on the thighs with snow-white towels, fragrant with freshness, appeared before us.

- Mont Dieu, Lara, Kostya, we are grateful to you! But already very late time, you want to rest. Can I call a taxi by phone? - asked Henri.

From Lara as if released air. So disappointed I did not see her! Yes, and I did not want to break off with the realizations of fantasy. In vain, perhaps, Rubicon forced?

- What are you going? - I pointed at a pile of wet clothes. - In that?

Lariska has blossomed. Hastily undressing, admonished the guests:

- Vaughn washing machine. With drying and all affairs. Ship And we are in the shower! Yes, in the bar cognac, whiskey, vodka, beer. Do not miss, we will soon.

Never before has a visit to the shower been so concise: nothing that relates directly to hygiene! Although Lara once or twice provocatively drove her ass over a member standing with a stake. He, a scoundrel, betrayed my thoughts to anyone with eyes.

Michelle was not blind: walking up to the booth, she slowly removed the towel from her hips and erected a lush turban from it. Catching my eye, she stretched, arching back, turned her back and, spreading her legs, made several deep bends. From her gymnastics I wanted to finish the wash more soon ...

There were glasses of whiskey on the table, but they could not drink. As soon as I got to the chair, chocolate Michelle in a snow-white turban flashed on her knees.

- Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, Monsieur Kostya! You are a chevalier san lane san repro!

She fidgeted with an elastic booty, which is why the towel on my thighs got off to the side, and the hot dick rested against the round, cool buttock. Smooth pussy burned thigh with hot moisture. Dark brown nipple pressed to his lips. The nipple is hard and hot, with a barely audible unusual scent coming from the chest. His lips closed on the nipple column, his tongue ran around him once, twice, third. The palm slid along the smooth thigh, across the forked dome and dived into the warm depths.

I caught my wife's eye. She watched me with interest, saddling Henry's reclining chair. Lara sat on the lower abdomen, and looked like whipped cream on a chocolate cake. And against the background of a flaming red bush, the brown trunk of the coveted member glistened dull. In my opinion, the member was like a member, not a giant, although it was nineteen-twenty centimeters in it. Simply, Larki has a complex about the Negroes and their size because of her friend's stories.

White fingers ran through the brown flute, performing a nocturne for Henri. Why? The night was in the yard.

In the warm depths it was soft, hot and wet. Michelle sensitively responded to caress, substituting a pea of ​​the clitoris under her fingers. I could not resist, licked his fingers. Mmmm, the taste of her love juice was like almonds!

Took a look at his wife. The chocolate column was not visible - it disappeared completely in red Larkin curls. So, my fantasy is realized. The member, ringing from the strain, became firmer than the legs of the chair!

Mentally wishing her to enjoy it to the full, put Michelle in front of him, bent down, looked at the landscape presented with satisfaction, and moved his tongue down the crevasse. He touched the asterisk ass, pressed his tongue. Michelle leaned toward me, trying to put her tongue on. Groaned:

- Plus, profandeman ... Kostya ... plus profandeman! (deeper).

Wow! That's how she spoke! I switched to my native language ... It was a great start, it comes out!

The bowels of her smooth pussy in general accepted me as my own and abundantly bestowed me with the most delicious moisture. Enjoying the treat, I got out of the chair, put the head to the open entrance, and drove it over the lips until I heard the passionate “anthra, anthrape spit!” (Come in, come in quickly) ...

Kostya looked at the novice paparazzi, sitting with their mouths open, turned to the porn star:

- Casket, I did not miss anything?

- Rather, on the contrary, - Larisa smiled, - blurted out too much.

- I.e?

“You destroyed the beautiful legend that all the negros are owners of gigantic members!”