- Good female! - screamed Jacinto, sharply twitching the hips, all the way drove his dick up her sister's ass, slapping her scrotum on the buttock.

He pressed himself against Maria, clasping her hands under her stomach, and began to move violently, his elbows pressing the girls' sides. With the force of penetrating into the anus of his relative, increasing the rhythm, not paying attention to the cries of the girl and the aching pain in the penis, Hasinto, forgetting about everything, violently slammed his sister's rectum with his cock, pressing her to her.

- I am so ... with none of them ... it was not good! - Maria stammered, Maria shouted, dropping her head and hands to the ground, hiding her face in her hands.

Breathing heavily, the girl raised her ass even higher, stretching her legs, happily sitting down on her brother's penis, forgetting about the torn dress, completely surrendering to the waves of pleasure that permeated her whole gut. Jacinto took out a member of Maria's anus, put his head on the opened back hole of the girl, putting his hand on her sister's tailbone.

“Now you yourself,” he gasped, he whispered, holding his cock with his free palm.
- Ahhh! - Maria groaned, leaning back, at the same time taking in herself the whole penis of her brother, pushing her buttocks into Hasinto's hairy groin.
- Still! The young man breathed out, blushing, blowing sweat from his forehead and taking off his hat, feeling the approach of a sweet discharge, noting that the girl herself voluntarily helps him, bringing pleasure.
- Cum in me ... dear! - as drunk Maria cried out, shook her head frantically, frantically ramming her brother's groin with her buttocks.
“O-oh,” the young man groaned, pulling his dick out of Maria’s anus, tugging on his head, exposing his head, intending to put his dick back in her sister's ass, and suddenly discharged with a tight stream of sperm.

Whitish slurry hit the girl in the anus, scattering in all directions with shiny splashes, splashing Mary’s buttocks, partially falling on Jacinto’s pubic hair. Climbing up on her arms, turning around, the girl looked into the wet face of her brother, standing behind her, feeling sticky and wet between her legs. Sperm flowed through the skin fold, abundantly covering the labia, entangled in the girl's pubic hair. Still an ajar anus, filled with sperm, barely noticeably pulsed, inflating the bubbles, absorbing what did not have time to drain and drip to the ground.

- Well ... - breathed brother, shaking his member near the very buttocks of the girl, dropping the last drop on the ground.

Maria smiled blissfully, rolling on her side, inhaling the smell of acacia with her nose, lost in thought.

- Do you want me to suck more? She purred, not opening her eyes, wiping her sweaty forehead with her palm.
“No, I’ll go home before my father misses,” Jacinto grunted, fastening his jeans and adjusting his hat.
“Sow for me when you become a famous actress,” he added, looking down at the lying tousled girl.
“Well, be sure,” he threw and disappeared, having reached through the thickets of acacia.

* * *

When the sun rose to the zenith, Mary was still sitting in these very fucking bushes. On her knees, in just her underpants and in an old-fashioned bra, she was slobbering her thread trying to push the end into the eye of a needle ...

“The barbarian ... Krivoruki is a mutt,” she was indignant, curving stitches, stitching the torn dress crosswise, annoyingly twitching her hands, holding it on her lap.

Maria Lopez did not yet know that this was probably her first step on the path to fame, the beginning of the path to becoming the most famous fashion designer of all of North and South America.

An hour later, with all the fingers tingling, the girl bit the string bitterly and got to her feet, pulling a dress smeared in the ground over her head.She picked up her bundle and climbed onto the road, straightening the dress between her buttocks. The priest is still pleasantly sore, casting pleasant and exciting memories on the young peasant.

Waving her bundle and singing, the girl again moved to the railway station, mentally seeing herself in such a distant and alluring City of Angels ...

* * *

Maria went to the seedy train station, looking after the train leaving. The train whistled deafeningly, as if mocking a girl, loudly knocking with wheels.

“La ... Plateau ... Kaello,” Maria read the syllable in syllables on the signboard, right on the bench itself, completely covered with dry ivy.

Approaching the shabby building on the platform itself, the girl pushed the unsightly, leaning door, entering an unusual coolness and gloom.

Fearfully looking around, casting glances at the rare collective farmers who piled around the shops, Maria sifted to the filthy window of the cash register, looking inside.

“Good day, senor, ... I need one ticket to the very ... Los Angeles,” Maria said in broken Spanish, still not having time to get rid of Indian dialects, Maria said, hardly squeezing the words out of herself, shrugging her shoulders and squeezing into hands your bundle.

A woman of uncertain age with white dyed hair and excessive makeup on her face looked at the girl through the glass. The woman rolled her eyes, fanning herself with an old tattered magazine.

- You say to Los Angeles ... Do you have a foreign passport and money? - With doubt, stretched out a woman, more than waving a magazine.
- Foreign ... nope, no, I don't even have a simple one, but I have money! Here! - Maria said with a joyful smile, stretching out her hand, and threw three coins one centavos on a saucer.

The woman squinted, looking at the three coins lying lonely on a shabby saucer, changed in her face and suddenly burst into loud, uncontrollable laughter. The girl smiled shyly, crumpling her little bundle in her fingers.

“My dear, this money will not be enough for you even for a tortilla in this fucking buffet,” a woman squeezed out of herself through a laugh, pointing her finger somewhere behind Maria's back, again stepping into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
- Matilda, what is there? - in the window appeared dense middle-aged man who had come out from somewhere, in a white shirt wet from sweat.
“Don Pedro, but this one here ... the girl,” Matilda said, choking with laughter, wiping her wet eyes, “Wants to buy a ticket to Los Angeles ... Without a passport and these ... these here ...” three centavos! - through a hysterical cackle squeezed out a woman, taking a saucer in her hand.
- Close the cashier, it's time to have dinner, - the man smiled, squinting like a cat, glancing tenaciously at Maria, moving his black mustache.

The woman closed the window, a second later, with a creak, an inconspicuous door opened, from which the head of Don Pedro, the station head, leaned out.

“Come here, don't be afraid,” he beckoned the girl, opening the door wider.

As if spellbound, still holding her little bundle near her chest, Maria walked to the door, looking into the black eyes of the man.

* * *

- Why do you need in Los Angeles? - the man said softly, examining the girl from head to foot.
- I will become a great actress! I will be filming movies, TV shows ... I will be shown on TV! - Maria Lopez said enthusiastically, staring at the hitherto unseen, rich-looking interior of a small room.

Two chairs, a barely working air conditioner, an old, battered sofa and even a black and white TV on a tiny fridge. On the couch, in a blue blouse and a long skirt, stretching her legs and clasping her fingers on her knee, sat Matilda, looking at the girl and smiling in surprise.

“Mati, stand up, please, and take off your skirt,” Don Pedro asked ingratiatingly, lighting a cigar.
- What, right with her? - the woman was surprised, pushing her back from the sofa back.
- Yes, yes, with her ... - the man waved his hand, turning to a whisper.

The woman grunted, got up from the couch, undoing the zipper on her skirt.She twisted her hips, pulled her skirt to the floor and stepped over her legs, remained in black lace shorts, glittering with pale sharp knees.

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