fearfully, the girl asked, lifting herself up on her elbows, through matted hair, looking at the young man squatting in front of her.
“I don’t know, just ...” answered Misha, and the girl felt her fingers, instead of bread, compress emptiness.

And she felt a strange feeling. As if her breasts something squeezes, almost a forgotten feeling from the bra and a strange change on the body. Kneeling down, Julia looked in horror at herself, those same jeans, now soiled with earth, a green sweater and even a cashier's apron. The girl was surprised to touch her badge.

“He promised that,” whispered the young man, eating the girl with his eyes, putting his palms on her shoulders, still sitting on his haunches before her.

Julia looked with horror at the boy's rising member, sticking out of his pubic hair, looking her straight in the face, blushing with a crimson, wet head. His scrotum jumped when he, without straightening his legs, frightened and unnaturally, crossed his legs, holding the girl’s shoulders tighter.

“No, no ...” she whispered, trying to pull away and stand up.
“I beg you ...” the girl felt Misha's fingers clinging to the fabric of her sweater on her shoulders.
“It will be all wrong, I imagined it all differently,” the young man said hotly, holding the girl by the shoulders.
“After the store, I always went into the shower, in the evening ... And I imagined ... I will show you how,” Mikhail got to his feet, lifting Julia, frightened from her lap, hugging her shoulders.

As if the forces had left the girl. Not having the ability and strength to resist, she stood in the arms of a young man, unable to move and utter a word. Excited palms turned her back to him, Misha's hot lips touched his ear.

“It’s as if you and I are in the back room,” the girl’s ear burned with hot breath, not coarse, but persistent hands pushed her against the wall of the cave.
“Sometimes I imagined a counter,” Mikhail pressed Julia’s palms to the granite wall of the cave, gently biting the girl in the neck, hugging her with all his naked young body.

Unable to turn her head, pressing her cheek to the already cold granite, she clearly felt on her buttocks, covered with jeans, the quivering flesh of the young man in the hollow between them. He let go of the girl's hands, clutching his jeans with the fingers of her pants, a helpless cry of horror and despair flowed from Yulia’s lips. With a trembling finger, unzipping the zipper, the young man eagerly stuck his hand under the gum of white panties, his eyes wide, his chin resting on the shoulder of a helpless girl.

The unfortunate woman felt the fingers of a youngster scrape the skin of the pubis, grabbing the pubic hair, hard and rather thick, pressing deeper into the nails, combing and causing inexpressible torments. Ripping off the back of the palm of his trouser jeans, the madman launched his hand deeper, hoping to reach the forbidden at the same moment. The girl felt how the second hand of her torturer pulled the jeans down, thumbing off the white fabric, exposing the buttock, penetrating between the legs, as if wishing to unite with the first.

“We have a whole eternity with you, he promised,” the young man whispered loudly, blocking the girl’s mournful moans, leaning back, looking down, ineptly poking the head of the quivering member into black curls, supporting the member with his hand, the second already wandering through the sexual maiden fold.
- LET GO !!! - the victim screamed with the last of her strength, struggling with crying, swinging her head and trying in vain to push off from the wall.
- That's how I imagined it! - Misha shouted in a changed voice, letting the girl and fingers of both hands spread her buttocks to the sides, revealing both her openings at once, one, bigger, covered with a black wavy cover, slightly ajar, and the second, compressed, pulsing with fear, protected only by a few sparse hairs.

Clasping bare thighs into deflated girlish jeans and panties, with one hand pushing Yulina to the buttock and supporting the second member, thin but very long, unhappy, trying not to finish right now, forgetting that he had held his breath with hold of his breath and touched his head the bottom hole of Julia, pushing her black wavy cover.

- Standing in the bath and turning on the water, so that everyone thought that I was washing, I gently squeezed the palm ... - the young man poked his head on the eve of the girl's vagina, not letting go of Julia's buttocks, moving the head up and down.
- ... I also did, closed my eyes, sometimes, without unclasping my palm, held it to my nose and licked ... And again I lowered my hand down ... - Misha pulled the girl away from the wall, again assuming his original position.

Unwittingly, feeling all, but not being able to control her body, she limply bent and bent down, pressing her palms into the wall already wet from condensation, setting her back, feeling hot and sticky on her genital lips.

- In the bathroom, I did not go deep into you ... - Mikhail gently drowned the head of the penis into the dry itchy crotch of the girl, using his fingers to pull off the skin on his penis.
“Sometimes I moved my hand, sometimes my pelvis ...” He leaned forward, looking down, in that position he saw everything well.
“Damn you ...” the girl whispered through clenched teeth, trembling finely, feeling the young man’s thumb rather than a man enter into her anus leisurely and carefully, except for the member in the vagina. was here.

Gathering all her strength, she pushed off from the wall and rushed to the exit of the cave. And immediately fell on his stomach belly of cold stones, pressed down on his weight. Michael plopped down on his knees between divorced girl's legs, leaning forward and penetrating the girl the entire length of his penis, again touching his anus with his thumb. She screamed heart-rendingly and plaintively, stretching out her hands to a ray of light, Julia felt viscous and hot inside herself, losing strength, finally losing her will.

“We will be here forever, forever ...” the young man breathed hoarsely, leaning with both hands on the girl’s buttocks, furiously leading his cock inside the wet Yulia bosom, touching her pubic hair, black, in the droplets of his sperm.