unbuttoned canopy.

The whole trio, discarding the cards, lay on the bedspread. Maxim is in the middle, and his mother and Luda, sitting on both sides, stroked and kissed him. Wow! Lenka fell silent, afraid to move. Mom, kneeling, turned her head to the "thing" Max and bent over her. Eh, it’s necessary so badly! Mom's ass was just opposite the tent entrance, hiding the whole picture from Lenka. What is she doing with a male "toy"? Cuddles, as Max showed in the water? Why do mom's shoulders and head go up and down? Maxim's hand lay on her mother's ass, stroked her several times. Mom spread her legs wider. Max's palm went down the bottom and slid along her mother's pussy from the ass to the lower abdomen and back. Lenka could clearly see how Uncle Max caresses his mother, but he couldn’t see the rest. Pancake! Lenka banged her fist on the floor with annoyance and immediately froze in alarm, fearing that she would be noticed. But the company, it seems, was not up to that. Lyudmila, also kneeling, stretched to the rod of Max. Mom, while remaining available to Maxim's hands, moved, giving way to her friend.

And here Lenka saw. A big and firm member looking straight at the sky faced Ludmila’s face, and she bent down and took him directly into her mouth. In the light of the fire, it was clearly seen how Lyudka carefully sucked this thing, then almost letting it out, then crawling on it almost to the very eggs. Oh! So it turns out what mom did. Lenka knew, of course, that women take a man’s mouth from men and even knew that it was called “blowjob”. But to know, or, there, on the computer, to see this one thing, and when it is real, right before our eyes, and not just someone there, but your mother and aunt is another. Lyudmila, meanwhile, broke away from Max. Lenka decided that now again my mother's turn to suck, but my mother, having thrown a leg over Maxim, sat on his lower abdomen. Raising slightly, she took a shiny, tense rod with her hand and, sending herself into her pussy, sank abruptly at him. A short, faint moan of the mother flew to the Lenkin ears.

If only they had not noticed. In vain the light did not extinguish. Lenka gently rubbed her knee. Maybe it is more convenient? Lenka moved her legs. Oh! Between the hips for some reason it was wet. What is it? Lenka gently ran her hand over her pussy. The touch unexpectedly responded with a creepy-pleasing urge to the lower abdomen. Just as recently, while swimming. Lenka looked at her hand. Fingers were smeared with something transparent and sticky. With Maxim this was not. Or did she not notice in the water? Maybe she finished? Or is it not? After those movies, the panties, in fact, also got wet ...

And it turns out it's nice to touch it. Lenka slightly spread her legs and again slid her palm along her “folds”. Oh. Still. And press your fingers harder. Oh. Oh. Familiar already, sinking at the bottom made the girl's legs start. Still. And see what's around the campfire. Lenka, without ceasing to stroke herself, again quietly looked out from under the canopy.

Mom, resting her palms on Maxim's chest, was jumping on his rod. And Lyudmila ... Lyudmila, kneeling and spreading her legs wide, hung over the very face of Max.

And that ... that licked her pussy! Wow! Yes, Lenka before anything like that ... Oh. The palm of the girl ran faster. That would be Maxim her so done. Of course, she herself would never ask for anything, but suddenly he himself ... Oh, oh ...

Mom, suddenly stopped jumping, sharply arched and froze, swaying slightly on the rod of Max. In the silence of the night Lenka well heard her long, drawn-out moan. Lyudmila reached out to her mother, she leaned forward, and both women merged in a long kiss. Finally, the mother slipped off the piston of Maxim, and Luda moved to the empty seat. Now she was riding on the penis, and her mother, kneeling, in turn, stroked and kissed her, then Max. Uncle Maxim’s face was somehow wet and glistening. Why, it is! ...This is it in Lyudmila ... The same is now with Lena on her pussy. So my mom, however, her chin glistened, Lenka did not seem. That's what they were doing here while she and Max bathed. Gosha! Interestingly, Lyudka on the face of Max finished or not? Well, how is it all the same when they end up ?!

And then she found out. Born with their own caresses and excitement from what they saw, the trembling, pleasantly disturbing waves that ran through it, suddenly, at once merged into one eternal wave of sweet delight. Breath strayed, in the eyes darkened. Infused with unaccustomed impressions and sensations, the girl's body at once splashed out all the tension accumulated in it during a stormy day. Lenka still managed to grip the teeth in her hand so as not to scream, and, squeezing her palm pressed to the "fold" palm, squeezed on the floor, trembling to the beat, firing in the depths of her heated, disturbed pussy, portions of her first real juice.

- Yyyyyyyyy. - She breathed softly, gradually recovering.

In the eyes still floated multicolored spots. Lena, panting, slowly straightened on her knees. Buttocks and thighs finely trembled. I had to sit down. Pussy caressing her palm was covered in a sticky, shiny lubricant. It is necessary to wipe, in the bag somewhere were napkins. Just first look, whether everything is calm outside.

It was clearly not up to her. Lyudka had already managed to get off Max and was now kneeling in front of him with her mother. And Maxim, standing in front of them, was invigorating his rod with his hand, exactly as Lenka had taught today. He, probably, will finish now too. Yes. Lenka heard a short moan. A portion of the bright white liquid flew out of the barrel straight into Lyudmila’s face. Uncle Maxim quickly turned to his mother. His trunk started again, firing a new charge. Then more and more. Mom stood, substituting the face of the male "rain", catching the spray flying in her mouth. The tense figure of Maxim somehow relaxed. He let go of his "toy". She was no longer as cheerful as she had just been, but was still large. Mom reached out to her, letting in a wet, shiny from the female juice and lubricant member in her mouth. Luda moved closer, also wanting to participate. On the cheeks, chins and lips of women hung white drops slowly sliding down.

She and her mother began to take turns sucking and licking a member, until he dropped down at all. Then Max, having moved away, sat down on the coverlet, and the mother and Lyuda started hugging and caressing, kissing and licking the sperm drops from each other. Lenka, forgetting about the smeared hand, watched them. She knew that sex between women also happens, but to this day she could not even imagine what it looked like. Meanwhile, mutual affection, it seems, greatly aroused both. They closely pressed, kissed passionately, bit their lips, caressed each other's pussies and, it seems, moaned slightly. On Uncle Max, their game, too, apparently acted. His rod, which Lenka kept looking at, began to straighten up, hardening and rising. Here he has again become big and beautiful.

Maxim approached the women and, sitting down beside him, embraced them. Mom and Luda pressed against him, hugging and kissing a man. Then Lyudmila lay on her back, legs spread wide. Mom moved closer to her and, standing up with cancer, slid her tongue over the pussy that opened before her. Lyudmila arched on the bedspread, squeezing the balls of her breasts with her hands. Maxim, bending down, began to kiss her mother's high ass, and then, having attached herself to her back, sent his rod to her mother's cave. Mom just started when the rod entered into it at full length, for a second broke away from Lyuda, and then earned her tongue even faster. Lyudmila screamed, hand pressing her mother's head to her eager caressing pussy. Uncle Maxim, holding his mother by the hips, moved strongly and quickly in her. His brilliant, large piston then moved out almost entirely, then to the very eggs went into the cave. Mom trembled in time with his jolts.

Lenka again felt a slight anxiety in the lower abdomen and automatically stretched to her pussy. Oh damn! Yes, out of it, this thing flows out! Lenka, clamping her pussy with her palm, quickly crawled on her knees to the bag at the headboard. She shook the lightning, hurriedly rummaged inside. Well, where are these napkins? Oh! Sticky droplets treacherously leaked through my fingers.She's got a sheet now. Mom will notice! Lenka, squeaking in horror, squeezed her legs with all her strength, frantically interrupting things.

Under the arm caught a small towel. Come on! I'll hide it, and in the morning I quietly stop. The girl, smearing the sticky liquid on the thighs, began to hastily wipe herself. Well, sort of dry. Phew. With a sigh of relief, Lenka attached, just in case, a towel under the ass and stretched out on the mattress. Had time. Interestingly, did not detect her fuss? And, figs with him. Type sleep bedding. Holding out her hand, the girl turned off the flashlight. Of course, it would be nice to be on the safe side, to check what is being done outside, and it is interesting, in fact, to have a look. But Lenka did not want to get up. She is tired. Too rich in unusual events and sensations was today. Just her bathing with Uncle Maxim ... She never has anything like that ...

The girl closed her eyes. Before it, as often happens after vivid impressions, a night star carpet, glowing with thousands of tiny lights, appeared. The memory immediately returned to Lena the recent sensation of Maxim’s strong and tender hands caressing her. Here they gently and reverently touch the little hillocks of the maiden's breast, slowly stroke the little “buttons” of the nipples with their fingers, gently slide off on the flat tummy slightly trembling from the unusual caress of the tummy, descend to the wet hair from the bathing triangle, and finally reach the newly accessible male hair ” attention ”, locked again, the collar in her“ main secret ”. And Lena is at the same time a little scary and, at the same time, unspeakably pleasant from these exciting touches.

The girl’s palm sank smoothly behind Max’s imaginary hand. The lower abdomen trembled sweetly, responding to the touch on the pussy.

- M-mm.

And then for some reason it became wet again. Perhaps this is due to the fact that she thinks about Maxim? And it is so nice to touch there ... Lenin's fingers quietly slid from pubis to ass, stroking the tight doors of her "sealed casket".

- M-mm.

- M-mm.

And lying, it turns out, to caress yourself much more conveniently than kneeling. And in the dark you can imagine that this is not you playing with pussy, but someone else. For example, max. Or just an unknown guy. Also strong and beautiful. Lenka, leaning back on the pillow, freely spread her legs bent at the knees, giving space to her own palm and imagination.

- M-mm.

As if he entered the tent and now, kneeling, he strokes Lenka there ...

- M-mm.

And his “thing,” straightened up, big and solid, almost on Lenkin’s face. Near the very lips. And if only they were opened ... Lenka unknowingly pulled a finger to her mouth, touched moist, searching lips, and then with a force pulled in, designed to replace a real rod, a finger in her mouth.

- M-mm.

The girl, continuing to suck up and caress her tongue "finger simulator", slowly pulled him back, and then again allowed him to slip inside.

- M-mm.

Palm pressed to the pussy moved faster. Sweet shiver ran through the body. And he, too, shudders from Lenin affection. And his tense core, overflowing with men's juice, trembles in her lips. And here he shoots a thick, white stream right into her open mouth ...

- Oh, mom! M-mm.

And the white droplets, flowing, slip on her chin ...

- M-mm.

I wonder what sperm tastes like?

- M-mm.

- M-mm.

- Mmmmmmm.

- Ooooh oh th th ...!

George Beck.

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