Lestar: at first, with a slippery finger, penetrated shallowly into the depth of the phalanx, pushed forward a little, feeling the chanting man from the rear; slightly deepened, until she felt the bulge, the size of a nut, gently began to stroke. The finger moved quite easily and after a while I, contriving, inserted another one. Hearing, I noticed that if I didn’t rub, but to iron, without tearing my fingers, then the member of the light elf would start to beat in my palm. Yes, and Elkhan's breathing was again characteristically lost, and already noticeably stronger than before.

“It seems you have become accustomed to him,” though Lestar praised me, albeit with an echid. - Look how this ruff died down. Compliant became, malleable, than not better? I'm right? - Lestar slightly gave his hips to the caressing throat.

“Mmmmmh,” Nightingale responded with frank lustful languor, in turn, trying to spread deeper into my fingers.

“This is how he and his jerks are, until he completely razmleet,” Lestar instructed me, already frankly setting his hips for a more rapid pace to his industrious lover.

Everything that is happening now did not fit in my head, however, it did not prevent my hands from touching the most sensitive places of the man who almost strangled me. Elkhan was so seductive about his occupation that it seemed quite natural to kindle more lustful flames in him.

Following the light elf, I also leaned forward, and now my breasts through the fabric touched his back. When Elkhan moved, her nipples were excitingly tickled by a shirt. And he fidgeted with every minute stronger. Between his legs, he soon got restless, already familiar longing quickly grew into a keen itch. I unknowingly picked up his pace, moving my hand faster and faster down the shaft of his penis. Soon the Court Sungale was weeping frantically like a weaving boat between me and the hips of Lester. The dark elf, digging his fingers into the blond silk on the rocking crown, drove lustful shagreen flesh into the throat of the Nightingale. Suddenly Lestar gasped, jerked and froze, pressing his bright head to his groin. When Elkhan was able to move away, his whitish seed oozed profusely through his swollen lips of love labors on his chin.

Light turned my head slightly, and I literally got stuck, staring at a drop slowly creeping from the corner of his mouth. He caught my eye, grinned ... A songwriter grabbed me by the neck like a chicken and dramatically pulled, dug into my mouth! With a fright, I gritted my teeth, feeling the hot breath on my face and the tart smell of male sperm. It was not there. Elkhan piled me down on the wooden floor, crushed me and, by forcing me to open my mouth, penetrated my tongue! My first real kiss brazenly stole an elusive fornicator, otpotchevav from the language of another man's tongue!

The mouth was filled with the familiar taste of semen; the cheeky dancing of a foreign language took the breath away, as if a flame had boiled blood. My face was flushed, the heat spreading through my body. Elkhan, who had come down on top, covered the entire review, but I nevertheless could see Lestar standing above us. Dark with interest watched my weakening attempts to escape from the tenacious claws of the Court Nightingale.

- What? Kissing sweet? - voice Lestar made his way to me as if through a fog. - This bastard knows how to please, no wonder his Lady with her holds.

- M! ... Ah! - Elkhan suddenly threw up, stooping. - Le ... Lestar! Do not ... do not touch!

- To her, then it is possible, and you will not let me? - sarcastically clarified the dark, sitting behind the singing. - You won me as a plea, I can not leave you without a response caress. “Judging by the movements, Lestar unceremoniously resumed the harassment of the Nightingale’s rears.”

“Re ... stop it,” the singer's voice trembled treacherously, fingers digging into my skin. I literally felt his thrill.

“But you never finished, Elkhan,” the dark one purred. - It is harmful for a man to restrain desire, do not you know it?

Lestar was hanging over the light, and I felt like he lifted up.

- BUT...OH! - Bright bent the March cat under the push of Lester, tightly squeezing me in my arms like a pillow. Further more: the darker furiously rammed the lover, and he, choking in sweet ecstasy, almost broke my ribs, buried his nose in my shoulder. In addition, kickbacks of rhythmic beats from Elkhan were transmitted to me. After some time, the singing guy flattened out under Lestar, so that he began to press his stomach again and rub me between my legs. Soon it became impossible to endure ...

- Mfh ... ha ... - I began to fidget, adjusting to the movements of the light elf. The crack was literally exhausted in the hunt.

“Come on, hold the hem down,” Lestar demanded, “and spread your legs wider.”

As soon as I fulfilled his will, the dark one pushed the lover forward and a stiffened member stiffly slammed against my crack. Lestar continued to move, but now my pussy was wiping and butting the poured male flesh.

“Oh ... he rubs against me,” from this torture, the mind came to mind. Elkhan pressed in his arms, moaning and breathing hotly in his ear, while his pole was polishing my hooter. Lester did not let the light go down, and I squirmed to snatch my bit of pleasure. At some point, I suddenly felt that I wanted to be terribly injected.

“Don't give it to him,” Lestar seemed to sense my intention, “Tomi is on the threshold.” He didn’t deserve to open the gate in front of him.

- Ah ... AH! - from touching the scattered pise, it was already completely unbearable to endure.

“That ... there is already so slimy,” Elkhan almost sobbed, clutching at my shoulders.

“Don't worry,” Lestar leaned toward her lover. “I’ll see that you don't accidentally slip on her cunt.”

Being contrived, he stuck his hand between Elkhan and me and ... firmly pressed the sparkling member of the lover with his palm to my crack! So that rhythmically pressed, moving along. The presence of Lestar's hand between her legs only added fuel to the fire.

- Lesta! ... To you! Oh! - light choked, wheezed as if driven. His grimace-twisted, handsome face swayed right before my eyes. As if in suffering broken eyebrows; slanted sapphire eyes are moist with a feverish sheen; crooked swollen mouth with lips pursed to red.

True, I saw all this through the veil. Because she was rushing around under the light elf, captured by the strongest hunt. All my thoughts were only about reaching the peak and, finally, to satisfy the hunger from the inside. I did not notice how I grabbed the light one myself, clung to his body, wagged my hips, so that his pole would press even more tightly ... more ... a little more! ...

- AH! Ah ... ah ... AAAAA !!! - the body arched in an arc. Spicy, sweet, as much as the pain in the ligaments twisted. From covered spasm almost gone crazy.

Elkhan next twitched and howled, picking up my cries. On the flap slits hotly splashed sticky. The hands of the bright chorus squeezed convulsively, squeezing to the limit, but I was already indifferent. I was drowning in pleasure, choking with pleasure and his embraces.

5.

Standing on trembling feet at the barrel of water, I tried as best I could to wash away. The euphoria of ecstasy was replaced by muscle soreness. Ribs, arms, lower back - like a bear breaking me. Last time, Lestar was concerned to throw a wolfskin on the floor. Today I was behind the litter. Risking a yawn, I winced from the pain. The slopes were also given with difficulty. How to work now?

Pampered in the royal chambers of the Nightingale Lestar, he so wounded that he himself was then forced to carry the sweetheart on his hands before bed. He snapped off right at me and categorically ignored all attempts to raise his grace. While Lestar was busy with the device of the precious guest, I somehow still managed to climb from the floor and climbed out onto the half-bent courtyard.

So to please the guests - not long kills. Oh, mom, if only I knew that hospitality was not in some cakes!

“And you are strong, once on your feet you are still holding,” Lestar’s voice made involuntarily twitch. I immediately wrinkled from pain in a crumpled body.

“What will happen to me, like a village queen,” I straightened the hitherto hem, and carefully turned to the elf.

“You are making a joke,” he snorted darkly.“I’m aware that the women after Elkhan are lying in bed for a week.” And this, moreover, that he spares the palace sluts so as not to leave marks on his skin. Noble ladies will not give, if there is a risk to compromise themselves.

- Well, so I'm not in the palace, I grew up in the stables. Daughter horse breeder is not stuck from a single bruise half-dead wallow.

- Good to fuck. Zaduyu shirt, show me, - Lester stared expectantly with his eyes.

“There is nothing to look at,” I tried to get around him.

“It's up to me,” clutching his elbow, Lestar slammed me into the wall. I gasped from the blow, and he grabbed the hem and, jerking up, filled me up to my neck! In order not to fight back, he grabbed his wrists tightly and left him standing with his hands and shirt on his head standing ...

I had a chill, my body was covered with goose bumps. The fact that Lestar has done to me is a shame worse than the previous one. He, in the middle of the yard, left me naked.

“Pus ... let go,” I asked, feeling that I was starting to shake. There is a cool wall behind my back, and right in front of me is a dark elf still not cooled down after a passionate fight. Male fingers tightly squeezed arms crossed in the wrists.

- Do not twitch, you will not be harmed. - He touched his fingertips to my stomach, lightly drew up to the ribs. The way he touched me made me shiver. Lestar's fingers were rougher than the Court Singer's sleek hands, but for some reason his touch was nicer. “You have bruises all over his fingers,” Lestar said. - However, my touch seems to like. Your nipples darken before your eyes and already swollen. So cute soared. - Finger struck at the tip.

“Mmm,” the touch immediately surrendered to the hunter. Squeezing my hips, I pressed my booty against the wall to somehow drown out a sharp feeling.

“I look, your pussy is still smoldering,” Lestar snorted. - You can't quench lust with water from a barrel. And I also kept the palace dog on a leash, did not let the elda stick into you. Tell me, are you sorry?

- Nnnfh - there was nothing to answer. Then, before the stupidity like male member.

“I wanted to,” Lestar sarcastically pulled, “like a bitch twirling around them, rubbing her pussy about her cock, but not getting it.” What to do, I'm not so hospitable to throw on the table what I haven't tried yet. - Hot palm several times stroked the hillock of the chest, fingers squeezed the nipple and, having played a little with it, began to twist and twitch purposefully. I began to dodge, on which Lestar simply stuck my knee between my thighs. “This is a trouble for you,” the elf urged, “deprived of a mucus, and only licked a peasant and smelled it.” It would not be time to have a slit closer to meet a member, eh? And then all from afar, yes go out.

I sobbed, loosening up, beginning to crawl along the wall. Suddenly the fingers opened. Lestar dropped his knee so suddenly that I almost collapsed on the bent legs. Approaching, he purred low in my ear:

- Fuck when you ask for it. I want to beg also as fervently as I begged to forge a bridle. Let's see how much of your fuse is enough.