buttocks.

A few seconds of silence. Estet blissfully admired the target, caressed the anus, compressed with fear into a knot, almost to the point.

“I see pink for the first time,” he said gently, stroking his finger. “But I saw them,” Sema looked at the ceiling and moved his lips, “yes, the cars.

Where can I see anus carriages? I bit the fear of Gleb on the shoulder.

- So, none of them was not so gentle and vicious.

Gleb and I turned our heads at this in bewilderment. I even caught myself as a fool dropping my jaw. Flawed?

- Yes, yes, do not be surprised, my dear. As always, I will be not so much verbose as proving.

Gleb chuckled. Sema smiled and ducked his tongue between the circles. It was strange, but nice. Rather a little ticklish than exciting.

“Her matsani's tits,” said Sema threateningly, emerging, and again began to lick like a dog a newborn puppy. Hot and diligent.

My breasts stroked and started pulling, giving. Gleb already knew how I like. Nipples quickly shrunk into sharp pebbles, whining, sending out sparks of tension throughout the body.

In the ass stuck and gently twisted greased finger. Bottom through the folds stroked and pulled the bud of the clitoris.

Moan. I confess, my.

The finger is quite easy to go in the ass, and moved. Very nice.

“I'm in the ass,” said Sema quietly, “and this is awesome.” Want to try? Your dick is better than the first. You're lucky, bro. Hold the gel.

Gleb, with his already ready-to-fight member, happily climbed back, bucking along the road sheets.
Already two fingers gently penetrated into me, slipperyly stretching the narrow hole, and the sphincter, trembling with fear.

The hand rubbing her bosom and clitoris moved more actively, but two fingers in her ass twisted a little and slowly got out.

“Kotya, relax,” Gleb asked softly.

And I completely relaxed.

- Yep.

I included a familiar long and narrow member. The guy grabbed the buttocks, broke them, and gently squeezed, ricocheting hips.

I groaned, grabbing the pillow and chewing the edge.

A flock of bees with needles bit my ass, causing growing languor somewhere deep inside my butt.

“Boys,” she whimpered, unable to bear it, “I feel good.”
- Ebi softly, but rhythmically - Sema's hoarse voice, - Now, without pauses, bro, please the girl, she is anal.

It was magical. I finished with Gleb. What screamed I do not remember.
Sema said that anyway today we move out, garbage, you can scream.

I caught my breath. And Sema took me. He busily set me on all fours, "crustaceans, doll, I love crustaceans," on the edge of the bed.

Polapal buttocks, enthusiastically clattering.

- The hills of Olympus. I am coming to you, o gods!

Slaps unexpectedly poured on my already stocked buns, enlivening and awakening again. Biting blows just slipped on the surface, causing small shakes priests.

- What is pink, - affection from Gleb.

Slap. Slap. O. Slap.
My palm hit the crotch tightly but gently, and I shuddered and cried wickedly. Lost the clitoris.

The big man wiped away the bubbling smudges after Gleb with a napkin, and with visible pleasure he gently squeezed himself into the wet back opening.

“Now I’ll pull into my eye,” he said, fully entering with a thick dick, “Tell me, am I a master?”

- Master! - I wailed, dripping on the sheet from pleasure.

Hips hit the hips, tight ass grabbed. And they hit me. Straight to the brain. Beating all thoughts and personality as a whole.
More, A. And more.

On legs flowed.Each blow pushed forward and shook me to the ground. Her breasts did not even swing together, but somehow one or the other jerked. Like running ahead of me.

When the Skype call rang, I honestly howled.

- How not to be on time, - Sema croaked, carrying out another hook in the ass grabbed by hands.

- This is Besha and Gray, - Gleb turned the laptop.

- Well, okay, - exhaled our leader, - bros are holy. Turn on.

I didn't care. I almost. let him not stop!

From the laptop they cheered.
- What is this whore ?!

Sema succumbed to his hips, so I almost jumped up to heaven.

“Not a whore, but our fighting friend.” Baby doll

- Katya, - confirmed Gleb, went up to the bed and, lifting his face, kissed the bit on his lips.

- you urgently or wait? - the leader did not lose the rhythm. My ass was shaking.

“Yes, we will take part,” the sound of unfastened chirinok.

- Well, chaps, on pervachku. And tomorrow we are alive with a doll alive, right, Katyusha?
- dd. Yi
- Glebych, bring the laptop closer. We will acquaint the girl with the bros.

This is probably the guys from the group that gathered Sema. Yes, the dog with them, I could not now greet and curry.

- Ishchoo.
This is my voice.

Sema poddal hips, stretched the buttocks, opening the review and causing an enthusiastic hubbub of the musical group.

I was driven into a fat dick adored by me.
And holding the ass of the most reliable of men I know.

On the other hand, Merya pulled his head and kissed his adorable “first” on the lips.

“Wait a minute,” said “reliable,” let go of his butt, and pulled his head up to his hair, flexing his body like a bow.
Fingers from two sides habitually stretched the mouth. Sema laughed and with a brief "go", he fucked me in the ass, sliding his thick fingers over his cheeks.

Gleb wrapped his lap around, bringing him to my upturned face, with his mouth stretched out and tongue rinsing in the wind.
With frequent breathing, he eagerly looked into my eyes, caught a twitching tongue with his fingers.

Whisper.
- You're my very kotya.

Convulsions began to shake my legs, knocking shivering all over the bed.

“She is anal,” for some reason, he informed his friends, Semyon, with his face turned purple, but not slowing down.
From under the penis splashed. I blindly clapped eyes and beat, whining, in the stream of orgasm.

I do not remember further.
Darkness.
- Is he sleeping or something?
- Yeah, girlfriend cut off.

She came to in the bus. Dressed. The head is light, the body aches a little, but in general it is tolerable.

The bus was swinging steadily, the light was dimmed. I guess I turned off and fell asleep. Here I give. In all senses. Giggled.

The guys slept in chairs on the right and left.
Gleb smiled, his sharp dark face relaxed, the gloomy crease between his eyebrows disappeared.

Sema tossed and whirled something intently, as if arguing and even winning.

After two chairs, in its usual place. Hiding behind a bag, sat a rat. His hand was moving steadily, ducking under the bag, with a long amplitude.
He looked straight at me.

Carefully.
Greedily.
Confidently.

(To be continued. The author will be glad to receive comments and suggestions from readers.)