- Are you here alone? She asked, turning around.

- With a family.

- Oh, - the girl thought. The edges of the lips went down. Shifting back legs, she looked with sad eyes down at the pool. White monokini slipped on the ass, forming a fold between the buttocks.

“My first husband died in a car accident,” she said, battling with constraint. “Since then, I can't help thinking that he is looking for me,” she turned around again, an awkward smile lit up her face.

- But you still have a second husband.

“Yes, but he is not as young as we would like,” she smiled slyly.

How often Ilya met girls from single-parent families. Concerned, looking for adventure for the second hole. This time, he could not resist: he went in front, slid his hand under the monokini and immediately felt a hot, pulsing vagina, clean-shaven, craving for intercourse.

The girl's brown hair, fluttering in a magnificent mop in the wind, tickled her nose, naughty strands slid over her shoulders. Her feminine figure with a rounded ass and wide front thighs, smoothly flowing into a taut tummy and hind legs, pushed Ilya in earnest.

- I can come to you in the evening after dinner for ten minutes, but not more, - he smiled, stroking the open tubercle of the clitoris.

The girl trembled on her front legs, standing on tiptoes, she looked intently into Ilya’s eyes, demanding a continuation. Tilting the head, she leaned her neck, her eyelids dropped. Now she was trembling all the time, shifting her front and rear legs.

“Yes,” a languid moan broke from her lips. “Can you come in right now?” - she prayed accompanied the request.

- Now? - Ilya winked at the beauty. - A husband is not surprised?

- He left. We had a little quarrel with him, - again, as if apologizing, she lowered her brown eyes under the dark brows.

Ilya looked surprised.

- So you are a naughty little horse? - He continued to flirt with the current front vagina, caressing the clitoris with the middle finger.

“Yes,” she breathed heavily. “I’m naughty,” she smiled childly, “a little horse.”

The nipples under the monokini have long since become hardened, rough tubercles with puffy halos.

“Then you have to be punished,” Illya joined the game, which he liked so much with his wife and second partner.

“Yes,” she bit the edge of her lower lip, the lustful, burning look of brown eyes challenged Ilya. Her lips twisted, exposing two rows of pearl teeth. She pulled in her lips, wetting them in her mouth. The tongue lay quietly, but was ready to explode at any second, to caress any member that gets into her mouth.

- What are you hungry! - Ilya was fascinated watching the reaction of the girl. Her outstretched front legs trembled impatiently, her rear legs danced the jig. There, too, required attention.

“Woo-hoo,” the beauty moaned her lips tight. She made a movement backwards: shaking her hips came sideways, offering to caress her from behind.

Ilya launched the second hand under the monokini on the priest and felt the second vagina - the same smoothly shaved and current desire. Now he worked with two middle fingers, hugging the beautiful woman in front of her so that she would not fall. Small naughty horse with two current holes that require male attention.

She was still on her feet: her front and rear legs danced with amble, Ilya’s hands reached into her shorts. Soft female head, clinging to the neck, chaotic kisses walked on the skin.

“Take a ride on me, please,” she begged.

- Go to your place. I will come now, - he slapped her on the ass, watching how excited the girl reluctantly jumped off the balcony, throwing another greedy look out of the door.

Ilya returned to the room.

Ilnur was lying on the bed, playing ping-pong, eating seeds.

“Let's go,” said Illya, squinting at the abrupt change of light. - I need you as a man.

- What, right now? - Ilnur looked up in surprise.

- Yes, right now.

- Maybe wait? - he finished.

- No, right now. How many times do you owe me? - Ilya sternly folded his arms across his chest.

- Five? - answered Ilnur questioningly.

- Yes, five. I never refused you, do you want this to happen?

“No,” Ilnur bounced briskly, shook the t-shirt from the seeds and followed Ilya.

The girl was waiting for them in rich underwear: white stockings, mesh on all four legs, satin white panties at the back, translucent body in front, attached to the corset on the stomach. Two pairs of garters stretched from the body and the corset, with small bows clinging to the openwork white rubber bands of the stockings.

She literally danced from excitement, and when she saw two guys, she almost collapsed on the bed. I noticed the room, putting hair in order, straightening gum stockings.

Ilya caught her body harness, pulled her close like a goat, and kissed her passionately:

“Sit in the pose of the Sphinx,” he ordered, looking up for a moment, feeling the power of the moment.

She nodded excitedly, jumped on the bed and, dropping on her knees, parted in two pairs of hips.

Ilya came in from the front - after all, it was his friend.

- What's your name? - He asked, watching how brightly she was changing in color at the touch of Ilnur. He pulled off her panties and with his finger plunged into the back vagina.

“Adele,” she whispered.

“So you behaved badly, Adele?” - Ilya launched his hand under the body, groped there twisted clitoris, doused with grease.

“Yes,” her oil glance rolled. Two young men were engaged in it, which did not happen for a long time.

- So, you dropped the saddle and rode along the steppe? - Ilya pretend frowned.

“Wooh,” she boomed, her mouth shut. She flattened her, her hands were looking for a member of Ilya, her back thighs were shaking, the front ones just waltzed.

Ilya threw off his shorts, exposing his dick standing by the stake. He got up on the bed and, shaking his burgundy head in the face of Adele, began to tease her:

- Do you like horse racing?

Adele nodded, smiling, trying to pull the dick to her mouth.

Ilya dismissed a bow bodie around Adele's neck, freed the little ones. Juicy elastic milkings swayed on the chest in time with the movements of the head.

Adele gave a blowjob to a stranger, peering into the manly features of the rider. At this point, the second partner entered her from behind, pulling her hips. She shuddered, sighed and more strongly adhered to the member. She was fucked in the back, in front she was bleeding with grease.

Ilnur was in no hurry: he knew how long to stop. The technique consisted in a deep, non-intensive penetration, sufficient to rub against the outer lips with a pubis, insufficient to approach the orgasm.

Ilya grabbed Adele by the mane of hair, wound them around her hand, pushing her pretty face deeper into the penis:

- Come on, Ilnur, take a ride with the wind! - he hammered a member down the girl's throat, watching how Ilnur, for his part, also accelerated, powerfully hammering the member into the posterior vagina.

Adele groaned under their pressure, her hands fell on Illya's hips, she held on to somehow control the depth of penetration.

Ilya stretched twenty centimeters of hard, unshakable steel. “It's time!” He decided to himself.

- Unruly, naughty. Released the saddle, and even ran away. It's time to punish you - he shook the girl on the cheek.

She, not looking up from the member, smiling, nodded her head.

Ilya rolled out the condom, sank back on his knees, climbed under Adele and in one fell swoop planted the front open vagina on the penis. Clasping Adel behind his back, he pressed his stomach to her and hammered with his hips.

She found his back with his hands, washing his head and breast with Elijah’s face, whispering obscenity:

- I'm your horse, I'll roll you, only you. Your friends if you want. You are a great rider. I have never had such riders.

Illya laughed, sucking on his hardened nipples, bathing in the lush areas of his breasts.

Adele was approaching a pair orgasm, a double pleasure delivered by two partners. This became apparent after she spread wider with her front and back legs, jerking herself convulsively, putting the vagina on her limbs.Her moans turned into one lingering gentle roar of a lioness.

Feeling that the girl is on the verge, the guys sped up. They themselves foresaw the onset of orgasm. Ilnur clutched at Adele's hip thighs, deciding to fuck them in a spray. Ilya, in turn, found the support with his hands in the back Adel and his hips worked like a madman. Lubrication of the front of the vagina drops flew over him, irrigating pubis.

Adele exploded first: giving out the guys with two vaginas in rhythmic contractions, she literally collapsed on Ilya, crushing him with a velvet body. The guys were finishing at her, an unbroken horse, a wild mustang found in the steppe. Shooting under the influence of compression of the two vaginas, they were freed from the two-day stock. The roar of the lioness merged with two male moans.

At that moment the balcony door creaked.

- Oh, there you are! - there was a disturbed voice behind them. Furious Martha jumped into the room, jumped around the bed like a circus zebra. I grabbed Ilnur, began to drag him away from Adele, to take off, actually, from an asshole. “I’m looking for you, I’m looking for you, and here you are fucking up!” You can't rest for a second. Kobelino you tribe! But what kind of people are you, eh? Inhumans! - With her fingers, she stuck into Illya's hair, painfully pulled, pulling out the shreds.

Pulling the guys away, Martha screamed hysterically at Adele, covering her with a three-story mat:

- Oh, you fucking childless! You have to have your men! One is not enough for her! Cunt you two-tiered!

She rushed to bludgeon Adele with her hands, but Illya hurried to drag Martha, to lead her away, taking the blows to herself.

Still, it was his adultery, and that means him to take the rap.