A new acquaintance froze in me. He croaked, his head on his shoulder:
- Happy holiday.
He fidgeted and swung again. Already slowly, as if wondering where and what was going on. The acuteness of excitement subsided after an orgasm, but it did not completely disappear because of these rhythmic and some lazy movements inside the wet womb.

In the sweaty glass, I was flushed, in a slip-on dress, with an unbuttoned bra hanging at the waist. A stunned face in a halo of matted hair and big poured balls of my sinful breasts.
What are your breasts, I sobbed convulsively, looking at the two traitors, no wonder a classmate once called you boobs. Boobs you are.
They were surprisingly defenseless and wicked at the same time, white-skinned, poured, with bashful reddening from the lap. Two large nipples were striking scarlet, never seen them so long and filled with blood under the thin skin.
Between the legs continued to move a thick and hot member. The excitement returned with a tidal wave.

She sighed convulsively, threw back her head, opening her eyes wide in pleasure, and suddenly met those same wide-open eyes. Outside the window, a blond guy was coming closer and closer along the wall. The light forehead stuck out sticking out from under the gray knitted cap. In his hands was a colored pipe, most likely jumped into the clearing in front of the club to launch fireworks. Not far away, he walked away, forgot all his plans, and was staring, staring enchantedly at my body, twitching from the jolts.

Blue eyes slowly examined the beauty below the neck. Then they got up and looked at me. For a long time no one looked into my eyes, usually tightly hung with strands and long bangs.
He swallowed. Smiled uncertainly.

I jerked, whined, but where there. Stiff fingers again captured the nipples, spun and lifted sharply up. I was fucked right in front of a nice guy, whom I would not mind to meet in completely different circumstances.

Across the body, the familiar needles ran, I groaned, opening my mouth, twisting my stomach in my stomach, as if there had been no recent release. How sweet it is when it looks like that.

The blond man ran his hand over the glass. And ran straight into the glass. I raised my hand and leaned my palm against the mirror. I was flogged, and we looked with glued looks.

A sudden bell interrupted the frenzy of contact. The trash man stopped in the back and, gruntingly discontentedly, emerged from the warm, contracting vagina.

- Hello. Hello! ... and you. I meet with my own. Sec ... - and be quiet - Baby, go away, congratulations to the people. Wait!
An encouraging slap on the head suddenly dispelled lustful murk. A healthy guy, already in his ears rang.

The sound of a zip and a drunken voice began to move away:
- Yes, one girl. Fired herself straight to 12. Ozebal, so squealed ...

Under a rude laugh, I listened to the calming body. Run! God, run now. What a disgrace. She covered herself with trembling hands.
Surprised, the blond who opened his mouth outside the window watched as I frantically fastened the collar and floundered in the blind.
Suddenly he jumped, realizing that there would be no continuation of the performance, and the actors reeled off. Ran inside the building. O mein goth.

I discarded the heavy fabric and jumped up. Warm streams flowed from the vagina. She felt with her feet fallen on the couch shoes, wildly looked at the figures of people dancing very close in the lights and rushed to the side corridor.
Come on. Come on.
If caught, all. “Sexual promiscuity is a drug. Young people behave like animals, ”the grandmother’s stern voice sounded in his head. Once again, I am convinced how right she is. Animal, I almost became an animal ...
Not not, I will scold myself later.In the meantime, you just need to run away from the scene. It was not me, Your Honor, it was an unfamiliar animal.

I slipped past the flock of classmates, cute bowing and waving a pen. I circled the crowd, entertained by some kind of competition with plastic buckets. She jumped up the stairs to the next building, rounding a pair of completely drunk crimped couples.

And then I sharply pulled the hair back. Aa How painful.
Someone abruptly turned me around, painfully twisting my arms and hair. Directly in front of my eyes was a wide muscular chest in an expensive shirt.
- Ohrenel, slut? - the familiar voice crashed, - I told you to wait in Russian.
Before me stood a rumpled and obviously dissatisfied big, dark-haired guy with a rude but quite attractive face. He grabbed and twitched his chin with his fingers, removed the strands from his face, peering at me.
- Pretty, and knew, - the contentment in his voice could be eaten with spoons, - We have not finished yet, and you run. What a bad girl.

Attempts to escape led only to a pair of cuffs, frowning eyebrows and pensive:
- Let's check something.
Then there was crap. With one hand he grabbed his throat, squeezing to wheeze, and the second jerked the long-suffering gate of the dress. Poured buttons. A warm hand familiar rudely stroked my breasts. Up and down. Round. Bowing all over the handful and gliding over the delicate skin.
I sobbed sadly as I felt my legs tremble.
- Shhhh. Yes, you have a button here, baby. Come on yet ..
Strokes and groans.

The vagina immediately remembered that he had been beaten a second time. And squeezed, parasitic, before shaking at the knees.
- What is the name of Salavka? - the contented voice grumbled in his ear.
- Lelya. - She whispered barely audible, squeezing, obeying weakly.
“Forget it,” he laughed, “until you get tired, you are my Schalavka.” You're lucky, you wear such balls, so you will brighten up the holiday, the New Year.

And dragged embraced up the stairs, clinging tenaciously to the again reddened nipple.
Instead, there was an animal again. It giggled, pressed against the body of the male, it took my body, it was me. Such a happiness.

In the corridor of the second floor we met some people, all familiar with my companion. He joked merrily, then hugging, then shaking their hands.
But he quickly intercepted the nipple again, twisted me, slapping me on the cheeks, told, moving my hips, like fucking at the sound of the chimes.
It was terribly fun. I liked everyone very much. People on the second floor gathered in general very cute and convivial, sharing champagne. For the first time in my life I saw him straight from the bottle, it turned out to be very cool. Some companions, especially cool people, allowed my companion to stroke his Shalavka.
I purred from the gentle touch. Sometimes stroked on the head, but most often ruffled for boobs. Happiness again.

After another groan, my big guy could not stand it and decided to stop. Someone threw a blanket or cloth on the floor, something rag. And from a push in the back, I fell on all fours right in the hallway.
Pulling up his knees on a rag, the big man pulled the hem up to his belt and pulled it down to the panties. The guy fell in behind and rubbed against the sensitive folds of a scratching jeans cloth.

His hands masterly spanked her boobs, pulled them away and released, causing a pendulum swing and hooting from others.
The people pulled up chairs, leaned on the walls, comfortably sitting down to look at the hot scene.
Brunette parted my buttocks and firmly pressed his groin, jerking his hips to the right to the left. “Oh, you are mine,” answered hoarsely at quiet howls, and finally he unzipped his pants.
Instead of going into a burning-hot vagina, he continued rubbing against folds, now a hard member.
I moaned, begged, wagged my ass. But he did not enter everything, forcing him to waste juices.

“Please, please,” I whispered in semi-conspiracy.
- Now, bitch, do not hurry.
And thick index fingers grabbed the corners of his mouth, stretching them to the sides and lifting his face.
Like a crazy clown, I smiled at the guys with a gaping mouth standing around.
The already-beloved cleaver slammed deep and deep into it, starting to cut the wriggling body.

Tits swing, plopping each other. Fingers higher and higher face. I see in front of me a long thin pink member, squeezed with jerking fingers.

- Shire mouth, slut, - commanded from behind, - I try to open wider, but it is difficult, because of the pulling fingers. Pulling out the language, I try.

Trickles fly into her mouth, bursting inward and falling on her face. I twist the red tongue in the semen pouring from above, goggle my eyes.
On the chest begin to spank from the sides, you can hear laughter and talk.
The next member appears, thicker and shorter, I see a focused face, thin glasses. Classmate The lips touch the silk smoothness of the head and lower into the mouth. Surprisingly tasty sweet sperm. Ate today sweet, thought flashes.

I can not swallow. Only gurgle.
In the belly tensioned spring pleasure. Shivering, depending on how the third member prepares for the mouth. And finish. Long. Strong. Together with the brunette, pouring my convulsions inside with hot sperm.

He presses against his back, releasing his fingers from the grip of his lips, and carefully lifts his stomach. Wrinkles the twisted dress, pulls up to itself, almost planting a limp doll.
I lean back on him and finally swallow the resulting sperm.
My thoughts are light as butterflies. The tongue licks swollen lips, collecting droplets.
The hand of the big guy playfully crumbles tossing from the bottom of the chest.

And right in front of me, I see a blond miracle outside the window.
He stands a little bending over, his forehead stubbornly sticking his forehead. The guy rhythmically squeezes his jeans in his groin and stares at my red trembling tongue incessantly.
Well hello.
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