- Come on. - Lena pressed closer to the guy. - Only quietly. And we'll go around the tent from behind.

And, having quickly looked at the Topic, which diligently hides a smile, she added menacingly:

- And don't you laugh at me!

- No, no, no, no!

Guys sneaking around to the tent. More precisely, one Lenka sneaked, but the Subject calmly walked behind.

- Careful. Do not catch the rope. And then there will be a night flight of the Valkyrie.

- Do not stumble yourself, either. Wagner!

Lenka, slightly leaning out from behind a canvas corner, looked around. It seems no one sees them. Hurriedly slipping under the canopy, she turned around at the topic that stopped in front of the entrance.

- Well, what are you stopped there? Hurry up!

- So you have not invited yet.

- Let's live! - Lenka abruptly pulled the guy by the hand, pulling him inside, and hissed angry cat. - Do you want everyone to see how we went to sleep?

- Yes, after all, and so they guess. - Even Arty was confused slightly.

- Guess one thing, but see another! - Lenka continued to smoke. - You think for me to go to bed with a guy in the order of things? Do you think it is not a shame ?! Doom ...

But then gentle Temini hands lay on her shoulders, and a gentle kiss interrupted the torrent of girlish indignation. Lenka still managed to kick her leg angrily, and then, having ceased to twitch, and she hugged the guy, somehow managing to understand that the Subject did nothing, and there was nothing to be angry with him. And in fact, she is not angry, but she’s just nervous because for the first time, with her more than half-childish habits, she got to where everything is already adult. And also because he cannot decide on one thing in any way. And in general, he does not want to decide anything, but simply wants to be right next to the topic. And let everything happen somehow by itself. But the Subject does not need to know about it. And then they still think that Lena already agrees. She will not say anything to him, will not encourage anything.

And Artem ... Artem didn't ask the girl anything. After all, sometimes, to hear "yes" it is enough just not to hear "no."

And again, as it had already been in the afternoon, Temini's tender kisses covered Lena’s eyes, cheeks and shoulders. Only now she was standing, and Subject dropped to her knees beside her. His hot lips, so desired now, touched the breast knuckles straightening to meet, hugged the sharp, hardened dots of the nipples, switched to a flat, cool tummy. Strong palms gently stroked the back, ass, legs of the girl. Lena, hearing how often her heart beat, stood, eyes closed, and gently stroked the broad shoulders of the guy.

Finally, Artyom got on his knees, facing the person right in front of the cherished door to the girl's light. Lena just started when the boy's lips touched the excited, sensitive tubercle near the entrance. And then Subject gently pulled her arm, inviting me to lie down, and she obediently sank down beside her.

Now Lena was no longer scared when Artem spread her legs, gaining access to the most important thing. She waited, she wanted to friend already caress. The boy's light kisses gave the girl's knees and hips, slowly, without touching the most desirable and forbidden fruit, but gradually approaching him. This time, Theme settled down so that the hips of the girl lay on his shoulders, and her ass lifted up. Why did Lena understand this only when shameless Temin tongue first discovered a hole in her ass and only then walked up from her, teasing not only the “locked door” but also the path connecting these two “entrances”. Lenka, from surprise, even breathing was interrupted. She didn’t know that she could be caressed too.

Leaning back and closing her eyes, the girl gently stroked the guy's curly hair, allowing him to play with her as she pleases. And only quietly whispered his name when his touch was particularly sensitive. Lena's uneven, slightly sobbing breath all increased, the lower abdomen shuddered.Droplets of grease, not accommodating, flowed out of the cave, greasing the locked doors of the gate, slid behind Temini tongue on the thighs and ass. Lenka pressed the guy to her head in time with his movements. Still!

Subject, forcing the girl to breathe, pressed his kiss to the very sensitive tubercle. Again. And then the guy, continuing to kiss the girl, slid up on her. The tummy, the chest, the shoulders ... And it turned out that Artyom was already lying on her, and his still unknown, but it seems, the welcome guest is asking to look into her "rooms". Subject slid his hand down, directing his "traveler" directly to the target of the locked "doors". Lena felt that he had already slightly opened them. Here I met the “maiden barrier”. And now going to go on! At the last moment, the girl unconsciously rested her palms on the boy's chest, as if trying to keep him from taking the decisive step. But Tyoma was too close to the goal to stop.

- Oh!

Lenka squealed in pain. Artyom whispered something soothing in his ear, stroked, kissed, but, without stopping, persistently fought his way forward, sweeping away all obstacles. And Lenka felt that he was already completely in her.

- Very painful? - Sympathetic whispered Artem, stopping.

- Not now. It was. You're on the sly there, ok?

- Good.

Artyom was really very gentle. He stroked and kissed the girl much more, whispering some kind words in her ear, what he did in the process, doing everything neatly and smoothly, almost imperceptibly. Even Lenka with her zero experience was clear that Artyom was restraining herself, trying to make her happy. And Lenka was grateful to him for that. With her legs wrapped around Tyoma, she gently swayed in unison with him, feeling the gentle walls of her shell embrace the male pearl that had penetrated. She didn’t really know how and what, didn’t particularly wait for the “finish”, didn’t even wonder if he would be. She just felt good. Nevertheless, the presence of a “tender boy” in it had a very definite effect. Unexpectedly, Lenka felt the signs of the approaching magic rain that had already become known to her. Yes. Here it is getting closer. Here ...

- Little girl! - she squeaked quietly. - I think now ...

- Lead. - Hotly whispered Tyom in her ear, completely obeying the rhythm dictated by the girl.

Lenka clung to the guy, as if trying to merge with him. Still. A little bit more.

- Oh!

The downpour has poured in the garden of her pleasures, washing the first male sprout to break through. Lenka quietly trembled, hugging the guy lying on her.

- You feel good? - Tyoma smiled at her.

- Highly! You were so sweet!

Tyoma kissed the girl.

- Glad you were pleased. Can I still ... continue?

- Of course. I like you there. And it hardly hurts. Just remember that I can not.

- Do not worry, I will not forget. And where to "shoot" on the stomach or in the mouth?

“I'll take it, or else ... let's splash around.”

Lena again wanted to experience this feeling of a male trunk spilling into her mouth. Feel how he flinches in her tender captivity, and not to miss, as in the afternoon, but to caress to the end, having collected to the last drop all the bitter spice of Temini juice. True, she was too shy to say this directly.

Artyom continued to move quietly in it, repeatedly penetrating into the hot, close depth of the girl's treasury that opened to him. He still whispered something tender to her ear, and Lena heard his breathing becoming more and more hoarse.

- Temochka, are you alright?

- Very, Helen! Just ... I have to go out. Now you!

The subject slid off her, kneeling. Lena quickly raised herself and hurried to meet his tense, trembling toy in anticipation of the finish. Slippery from the grease and its own juice barrel touched the lips of a girl. Kissed by her tongue, filled his mouth to the full depth, came back, filled it again. Still. Lena tried to “help”, but Subject was already on the threshold.

- Yoo-am-mm ...

Under this inarticulate groan, the guy's barrel shot, filling for the second time today Lenkin with portions of a cocktail of thick, hot drops of male juice. One, another, more and more. Lenka honestly swallowed everything she got. Perhaps, from the habit of this, it was even a bit too much, but not to offend the topic. She tried. The theme, pleading with girl's caress, sank on its back, and Lena continued to play with his little thing, then letting it out, kissing, teasing with her fingers, then taking it again in her mouth. Artem, holding the girl by the shoulders, only moaned slightly to the beat of her “cares”.

Surrounded by Lena's attention, the guy's trunk slowly relaxed and finally finally faded. Then Lena left him, pulling on the topic from above. Artem hugged and kissed the girl.

- Your fighter fell asleep - She told him in his ear.

- Nothing. - Chuckling, Artem replied. - He will rest, wake up and go again to “take the fortress”.

- Let him come. - shyly smiled Lenk. “Now they'll let him in without a fight.” Just let him give the fortress a rest. And today, during the “assault”, the “gate” was so broken that now it hurts.

- Highly? - Anxiously looked at the girl Subject.

- Not. Not too much. But today is no longer necessary.

- Well, and you can kiss?

- And you need to kiss me!

Red gleams of a dying fire, penetrating through the anti-mosquito, played on the walls of the tent, highlighting two naked figures pressed against each other. It seemed that today they could not fall asleep until the morning, so much had happened on that day, and in general, and between them. But the gentle whisper of the sea gradually lulled Lena with the Theme, extinguishing the flames of emotions overwhelming them. A light breeze stirring the curtain blew off the scraps of hot pictures and thoughts and, finally, the hostess-night covered them with her veil of peace. I fell asleep, trustingly putting the guy's head on his shoulder, Lena. And then, hugging the girl and holding her hand in his, Artem also fell asleep. Has calmed down, the charter, and the company having fun near. Nothing more violated the original silence. And only the silver month hung like a sentry above the tent of Artyom and Lena, guarding the rest of their first adult night.

George Beck.

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