Victor Palych felt goosebumps in his stomach.

- What is it? Ler, do you seem to be complexing? What nonsense! You have a wonderful chest, very beautiful, noble form. I tell you as an expert! And size does not matter at all ... after all, we do not appreciate the beauty of the face by its size, right? Drop these stupid complexes! He ardently assured her ... and suddenly caught his eye on his farm.

There, proudly swelling, rising to his full height, his rod.

For a moment, Viktor Palych became so cold as if he had been dipped again into the water.

- Well ... what to do. Male nature, he grunted. - We have no power over it.

- I excite you? - quietly asked Lera.

- Well ... how can I tell you ... Actually, yes. But this does not say anything, Lehr, you do not think. I did not think about anything like that, and ...

“And you don’t have me,” Lera suddenly called out and flopped into the water.

Victor Palych remained sitting on a stone, like a fool.

Then, groaning, he slipped off the stone and swam to the shore.

“Fool. Dickhead Fucking brainless "- he scolded himself, frantically flopping his hands on the waves. - “Couldn't dick not swing?”

Then he got tired and no longer flopped with his hands, but simply swam to get out of this freezer as quickly as possible to the shore.

—... igtor ... cherry plum!

He turned around.

—... Victor Palych! Excuse me! Pozhaaaaluysta! - Lerina pleaded head, catching up with him. - Sorry! I don't know what came over me. I ... I was just in some kind of shock ...

- Come on, - said Victor Palych, without hearing his voice. - COME ON! He shouted hoarsely. - Everything is good. I understand.

Lera smiled, and his liver prickled.

Already was the shore. Viktor Palych rose to his feet and turned to Lera as his hero, who immediately popped up. “Now she will rise,” he waited, and when Lera straightened up before him in all her naked beauty, wet, in sparkling droplets, he sank into eggs.

“There's a lot of clay,” he said, to distract her and himself. - Blue clay. She is all smeared, she is useful.

Lera went to the shore and scooped a handful of brown mash from under the water.

“Ugh, what,” she winced.

Her nipples glistened in the sun like little lighthouses.

- Do you want, I will mess you up? - suddenly asked Victor Palych. (“Fool, well, where are you going again? ...“)

“Beeee,” Lera grinned and smiled at him.

This could be interpreted as both “yes” and “no”. Victor Palych took a chance and flopped a brown clod on Leray's shoulder.

- Ahhh!

“Epaulettes,” he said, flopping the same lump on the other shoulder. - And now mud therapy, - he began to smear the clay on a flexible back Lerina, touching the hair.

- Ahhh, hair ...

“Well, they’re specially smeared, the masks are done,” he said, scooped up a tremendous zhmenyu and dumped Lera on top of her head. - Aaaaaaaaa, - he growled, kneading clay in her hair, and Lera squeaked, bending her head. - Right now, we will build a tower on you ...

He piled up new and new lumps on her crown, until they fell like an avalanche directly on Lera’s eyes.

- Iiiii! - Lera screamed. Victor Palych rushed to help and began to smear the clay on her cheeks, neck, shoulders ... Then he went over to his chest, feeling nipples under his palms. There was so much clay that it was possible to thickly coat all Leroux, and soon it turned into a brown statue springing under his arms.They have already been everywhere - on the chest, on the thighs, between the elastic buttocks, and the most important place was also touched in passing ...

“Now, let me ruin you,” Lera said. She was terribly funny with her brown face.

- You are such a funny muddy - smiled Victor Palych.

- Right now you, too, will be filly!

Lera began to recklessly smudge him, and soon her entire teacher was plastered with a sticky mass that cools the skin.

Reaching the pubis, she looked into his eyes ...

Victor Palych could not stand it and groaned. It was an unbearably awkward and blissful moment: Lerin's hands held him by the balls and covered them with a sticky cocoon, and every second it became clearer that they lingered there for good reason, and that now will be what Viktor Palych wanted and so afraid of .. .

- Yyyyyy! S! S! Yyyiii ...

The farm was bursting with a bitter fountain, splashing Lerins' breasts smeared with mud.

- S ... s ... - groaned Victor Palych, not understanding how to live on.

Lera froze in front. Then she reached out to him with her clay muzzle, smacked somewhere near her lips - and ran into the water ...

... He caught up with her, helped to clean up, and the two of them got ashore.

- Aaaa ... aaaa ... - Lera moaned quietly, lying on the pebbles.

Victor Palych kissed her on the forehead and closed eyes, stroked her legs, thighs, breasts, showered pebbles on her tummy, applied big pups to her nipples ...

It was impossible even to think about what he was doing with her some twenty minutes ago, but now it worked out easily and simply, and Lera was moaning from his manipulations ...

- Are you virgin?

- Yes.

- Have a boyfriend?

- Well ... probably not.

- We could not have it all with you, - said Victor Palych. Lera opened her eyes. - It was impossible to see each other naked. We did not stand this test. Probably, it is impossible to withstand it ...

He put his hand on Lera's nipple and smiled helplessly at her. She, in response, blossomed with such a smile that Viktor Palych could barely restrain himself not to ride her and not fuck right here on the rocks.

- And what should we do now? - asked Lera.

- I do not know. Deadly want ... you know what.

- There are sharp stones. It will hurt.

- I know ... Can I? - he put his finger in her shell.

“Uguuuu ...” Lera drawled, stretching and closing her eyes.

Her legs parted. Victor Palych gently felt the sticky jewel, covered with goose bumps, then tried to slightly jerk off the opened petals ... Lera whined, and Viktor Palych decided: lay down at her feet, poked his mouth into the bud, burned tongue with a double dose of salt - his and the sea; stretched his hands to hardened naked nipples, crumpled them, twisted into lumps and sucked into a bitter-salty hollow ...

Lera paddled with heels pebbles. Victor Palych licked her cruelly, sucking, enveloping her clitoris with her tongue, so that Leroux was torn to her livers, - and she finished off violently and gratefully, and Victor Palych's hips danced along with her on the pebbles, until the fountain of pleasure burned wet stones ...

- How should we be now? - He asked, stroking Leroux on a relaxed body. - How to meet, learn? BUT?

“I don’t know,” Lera moaned blissfully.

- I'm your teacher. Well, what have we done, Lehr? - asked Victor Palych, kissing her nipples. Lera sighed and lowed in response. Her hair flowed wet black snakes along the shore.

There was no one around - only the shore, the dazzling sun and the sea, cold as goosebumps in the stomach.

***

Late in the evening, when he lay in bed and masturbated, the phone boomed.

- Victor Palych? ..

- Yes, Lera?

- Good evening!

- Kind!

- And ... you are not sleeping? Sorry so late ...

- Nothing, Lehr. I am not sleeping.

- And ... what are you doing now?

“Um, I'm resting,” he said, feeling his blush from head to toe. - And you?

“Nuuu ... and me too,” Lera said in a special, dull voice. (“I see. And you masturbate too,” thought Victor Palych.) - Do you want to go for a walk?

- Will your grandmother let you out?

- She sleeps and does not hear.

“Okay, I'm coming,” said Viktor Palych, jumped up and began to dress, as in the army — only rags flashed.

After a couple of minutes, he was already walking towards a flexible figure, who was waiting for him at the lantern.

“Good evening,” Lera said again.

“Hello,” he replied, and, on reflection, smacked Leroux in the lips. She twitched a little. - Wow! What are you!..

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