my ... Ivan Evgenich roared the beast, feverishly freed the household from the accursed rags, threw down the descending Dasha, and threw himself into it with a swing, pressing it all the way into the dancing flesh ... aaa, aaaaa, how good ... oooo ...

- OOOOO !!! - Ivan Evgenich heard his voice.

It was sweet, humid, and hot, but the whitish light squeezed that sweetness out of it, and with it — bare legs and hips, crawling back into the night. - Oooh!

Between the legs was wet, as in childhood.

On the next bed lay a figure, covered with a blanket, and looked at him with Dasha's eyes.

- Ivan Evgenich! Ivan Evgeniiich! ... Is everything alright?

- BUT? What?

- Are you okay? You began to scream ... dreamed something?

- Ah? ... Yes, I dreamed ...

He inhaled loudly, exhaled, and inhaled again.

- Good morning, Dash.

***

Damn dream haunted him all day. Dasha's cunt shone brighter than the sun, and Ivan Evgenich, as he could, pretended that she was not there.

It was not easy, especially when Dasha smeared ointment (yes, she already did it herself), the corners of Dasha's lips smiled with an indescribable half-smile, and Ivan Evgenich still did not turn away, pretending that everything was going according to plan. He chatted with a holopop Dasha about the same or almost the same as he chatted with a regular one, and looked out for whether it was oiling a purple rose flower, glittering in the reflections of the window. He oiled and glistened.

Dasha had breakfast with Ivan Evgenich, throwing open her hips, and her cunt was shining through the table. All the food suddenly became salty, with a metallic taste, as if Ivan Nikolaevich's tongue had already been there. I had to make sure that my fingers involuntarily didn’t take care of the household through the pants, and when it didn’t work, Ivan Yevgenich looked to Dasha - and again saw her pussy, which was looking at him, wherever Dasha turned. Cunt was everywhere, even the walls flickered with purple reflections. Mortally wanted to close the toilet and fuck out, but Ivan Evgenich was afraid that Dasha would understand everything (as if she didn’t understand).

Dasha did not flirt (as much as she could), did not tease him (not counting her eyes), moderately embarrassed, moderately blushing and smiling without measure, covering with smiles what was impossible to cover. From her smiles it was very bad, and Ivan Evgenich increasingly drove his fingers from the shameful place.

Then he realized that this was no good. He is a professor, a respected teacher, and not some kid with hormones. This obsession you just need to forget. Drive in the ass and forget. I was a little worried, my eyes sparkled ... Dasha would understand everything, not a little one already (and it’s a shameful thing, fuck! ...) A decent girl ñ didn’t show what she was like, except for eyes and smiles ... eb what a smile she has! And her pussy smiles, oils and smiles ...

Not. No ... It's even funny to think about it.

Ivan Evgenich laughed nervously. Dasha looked at him.

“I remembered the joke,” he said.

- Which one?

- Well ... uh ... right now ...

He told hastily picked out from memory and not at all a funny joke, which also turned out to be vulgar. Dasha laughed politely.

“Iidioooot!” Ivan Yevgenich moaned to himself. (Or maybe out loud.)

Everything. Enough

He inhaled and exhaled so that all the excess would come out of it with air.

“I think you can get dressed soon.” Today or tomorrow, he announced cheerfully, approaching Dasha. - Let me see ...

is he really I just wanted to look at her vavki.

it really it was like this.

is he really I didn’t want to touch her bud ... Dasha just jerked ... or maybe his hand jerked. Or the whole world twitched ...

And when his fingers slipped on the oil petals - Dasha groaned. Very quiet, barely audible. And she looked up at him.

They shone like her cunt, which is now touched Ivan Evgenich.

His dream suddenly began to come to life. Right now. And Dasha looked at him, and he again saw her moan in this look, and ... and again his hand lingered in the oil middle, and now he crushed her, chilling to her intestines.

At first, timidly, inquiringly, and then stronger, stronger - and Dashin groan, the real one and the one in her eyes, also became stronger, and now Ivan Evgenich frankly jerked off his Dasha, and she frankly moaned, looking him straight in the eye. Her gaze swelled in amazement, huge and round, like the Universe.

The brakes were turned off, and Ivan Evgenich pulled off his pants. Dasha gasped, rounding her eyes quite like a cat ...

How it turned out - none of them understood, but Ivan Evgenich's swollen, compressed, unbearably hard cock was deep in Dasha and drilled her, getting even deeper.

Dasha inside was hot and dense, like the cores of stars, Ivan Evgenich felt her heat and fucking quickly, quickly, so as not to burn, but she burned even stronger - and even faster fucked like a flywheel, like a mad pendulum. It was like in his dream - and it was not a dream. In Dasha's round eyes, there was an explosion of amazement (this happens when the picture freezes on the screen of a frozen computer); Ivan Evgenich firmly held her by the hips and gazed like an owl himself, because it was impossible to believe in all this ...

- What are you doing? She whispered when Ivan Evgenich was deeply in her for a long time.

Or didn’t whisper, but just moaned, bursting with his dick, boiling over with a thick scum and pressing in deafening writhing, and Ivan Evgenich shot through her as if from a hose, and it was hot and good for them to end up deadly, writhing and screaming because how painfully their bodies have grown together ...

***

Dasha was a virgin, and therefore Ivan Evgenich was three times, ten times, a hundred times shameful. When they died out before the lights in my head, and when it was already impossible to goggle, he wanted to say “forgive me!” To her - and could not, feeling how it would be false. He even shuddered.

So he said thanks to her.

Sounded, too, not so hot as.

- Not at all ... - Dasha whispered.

They no longer talk about what happened.

She walked inhibited, hushed, like a ghost. Ivan Evgenich also turned into a ghost. It was necessary to lie down with her, kiss and caress all her wonderful body, finally see her breasts, lick her smashed pussy to ...

But all this was impossible.

Back they rode like a teacher and student. Ivan Evgenich spoke on educational topics, Dasha listened, nodded - and even her freckles tried to delve into the teacher's clever speeches. Being alone with himself, he twitched and yelled - “we must talk with her, we must discuss everything, we must ...” “But he did not speak, did not discuss, and hid behind the wall of officialdom.

With each lesson (Dasha, naturally, continued to go to classes) - with each lesson this wall pressed harder and harder. In their specialty, nothing worked out for them, and Ivan Evgenich set as an example Dasha capable Luda Karavaikina, while he himself tormented himself:

- Just think - fuck your own student! New, freshman, innocent creation ...

It was strange to think about yourself as if he had robbed a nursing home.

Once Dasha came some very gloomy. All the lesson she protupila, answering out of place, and in the end, when they already said goodbye, turned around and said:

- Ivan Evgenich ... I need something for you ...

- What? - Ivan raised his eyebrows, chilling from her tone.

She approached him.

- I ... I will have a child. I did a test ...

And she raised a pleading look to him.

And then there was something that none of them expected.

Ivan Evgenich stared at her. And suddenly he smiled, taking her by the shoulders.

Dasha also smiled at him - at first timidly, inquiringly, and then began to shine like a sunny hare.

Their smiles attracted each other - and blinded in an impulsive kiss.

Ivan Evgenich kissed Dasha for the first time - greedily, clumsily, like a drooling kid, as if there were no lips or a single tongue before her ... Dasha did not lag behind him. They bite like a puppy, gnawing each other a hole in the wall that grew from that memorable day ...and the wall could not stand it! Collapsed and squandered, as if it had never been. And with her fell on the floor and two pairs of jeans with shorts.

Dashin's eyes froze in amazement again. Only now they were highlighted by a smile, reinforced by freckles, like reflectors. Her wet lips gleamed, and her eyes glittered, and freckles, and she all glittered like a little sun ... and Ivan Evgenich sat her bare booty on the table.

“Well, hello, old friend,” he said to her pussy. Dasha laughed and looked, her head bored as a long purple sausage entered her, and frowned, and bit her lips, but she still let her in herself up to the stop, pubis to the pubis, and then she wrapped her arms around Ivan Evgenich - and he wore her along audience, kissing on the nose and on the sponge, and on the third circle he could not stand it and finished off the womb of Dashenkina’s honey, which had covered him with warm pulp ...

“Now we can do this for as long as we like,” he said, after wringing it to blackness in his eyes.

“And as much as we can,” murmured Dasha.

The next week, it turned out that the test was lying, but it was too late: they fucked at every meeting. With one look of Dasha, Ivan Evgenicha swelled under his pants, and Dasha flashed his wet smile to him, and he knew that her pussy, hidden under a layer of rags, was just as wet ...

They signed in the same month.

He did not give his wife the descent, demanded three times more from her than from everyone, drove in the standings, as the last tailor, and she played out and fucked his house with a strap-on, which was bought specially for this purpose.

As a result, Dasha was among the top three, and Luda Karavaikina transferred to another teacher.

- You fuck me and pussy, and brains, - said Ivan Yevgenich his wife, congratulating him on the end of the year, - and I do not know what you are doing better ...