bony, his tongue slid across her lips, between them, licked his little drop of sperm, but in her place a mixture of woman’s juice and his seed began to ooze out. Having licked a lot of what came out, he raised himself and reached for his wife's lips. And while they were kissing, her hands continued to nadrachivat our members. I really wanted to feel the taste of the mixed juices of Pasha and Dasha on her lips, I was interested in kissing his wife, but her lips were busy, and our members almost touched her face. Finally, Pasha pulled away, kosoboko slipped from his wife, revealing her naked, heated body to the gaze.

“Come on guys,” he said, and got out of bed, taking his seat back in the chair, shaking a wet already limp member.

Max crawled closer to her legs, bending her knees, and aiming the member for her wet hole, and I noticed that she was looking at me invitingly. Leaning closer to kiss, I waited for her reaction. Her hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me. And I started kissing her, realizing that she had just licked with her husband, who had licked her sperm out of her, and before that licked two more members, mine as well. Awareness of this required to distinguish the taste that remained on her lips and mouth from different bodies, but it was not real. Her hot lips hung eagerly against mine, and my tongue examined my tongue and my teeth. Her body began to shudder from the impulses of the second man, and I caught the idea that it had never been so excited. Her thin fingers stroked the swollen head of my penis, which seemed to be numb from the tension and patiently endured the caressing caresses of delicate hands. I lost track of time and dissolved in her bliss. Her hot face expressed languor, at times she broke off from my lips and just lay with her eyes closed, doused my face with hot exhalations, then again pressed her mouth and tongue wading to my lips, and we continued to kiss.

Pasha climbed onto the bed, where another man had been before. He probably became jealous that his wife is having fun with two haholes, but he is not in the business. I pulled away from the lips of his wife, and she turned to her husband and took his penis in his hand. A little jerking off to him, she licked his head and cupped her lips. At this time, Max groaned and frantically moved, inserting his trunk into it until the end, in order to erupt into the body of Pashkin's wife his sperm in the last few convulsions.

“Come on, come on, don't waste time,” Pasha told me. - Max, crawl here. Apparently the fact that it was possible to end his wife, was meant by itself, since the couple was not at all surprised by the behavior of their friend. I also wanted to finish in this beautiful body.

The girl continued to lie on her back in a classic pose, with her knees bent and apart. A thick drop of white sperm protruded from its black-rimmed hole framed by dark, uneven folds of the labia, which rolled over the bottom edge and the glass between the poles on the bedspread, which was already wet. Anticipating the sensations of pussy filled with cum, I put a head under the drop, smeared it and blocked the entrance to the vagina. Another couple of seconds and my head completely penetrated her vagina, tightly wrapped around my flesh. I penetrated deeper, the walls slid apart and closed again, tightly and warmly hugging my dick. Someone else's sperm was absolutely not felt, but having penetrated all the way and starting the movement, I felt a trickle of juices flowing down to the testicles along the bottom of the penis. The girl's tummy lifted and fell, her vagina shrank convulsively while I made slow movements back and forth. I took out the head, examined its wet brilliant look, and slowly put it back in, stretching the pleasure. Over and over again, the girl trembled, clearly ending or being at the peak, when the sensations do not cease, but only increase or decrease the degree of heat and pleasure.

Pasha initiated a change of posture.He lay down, the girl knelt, bent, pulling back. The hair fell from the back on the sides, and my eyes were overlooking the white columns of the thighs, between which the thirsty lustful bosom of the female presented me an open hole. In such a pose, the sensations became sharper, I noticed how thick smears of Max's sperm remained on the back of a member slipping out of a girl. Having enjoyed a blowjob, Pasha turned over to face her groin, moved so that his face was exactly under her groin, and began to reach out to her sexual lips, dreaming of reaching out to the clitoris. Max gave him a pillow. We settled down, and my dick after a hot bosom member returned to the hot valley, where the overexcited head felt ribbed walls. Each time I beat her on the bottom, I tried to stretch her lips with my fingers even wider, caressing the clitoris wet from the flowing juices, but now Pasha's tongue was working there, occasionally I felt the tip slip through his penis. No doubt that he was waiting for me to finish, I accelerated, but I could not reach the limit. He looked at the second man, whose name was Max, and he nodded. After removing the erregular penis, I got off the bed and walked around the pair in position 69 to the headboard.

Max settled down behind and began to work out the duty of the male to the female. The girl kept on the elbows, pulling the sluggish member of Pasha. I did not want a blowjob, which in my case only cools the penis, and pressed it to her lips. After a minute of our constant kisses, Pashkino's economy began to rise. She pulled away from my lips and began to lick his cock. I didn’t decide to kiss her lips alternately with a member of her husband, so I joined in from the other side, also sat down next to her in front of her, so she took turns working on two trunks. Soon, Max finished again, convulsively jerking behind Daria. I crawled back and watched Pasha, having already smeared her nose and lips in someone else's sperm, with her tongue walks her wife's open crack, to where she can reach, cleaning her and licking mainly her clitoris. Without waiting for the end of affection, I replaced Max and inserted the member right along the licked path, squeezing a few more drops out of her womb of sperm to the delight of her husband, who licked her from his wife and my member.

After another couple of minutes, once again changing the position, we again turned Pasha's wife on his back and continued to gangbang. Diligently fucking the girl, I watched her lips kiss her husband, then turn to Max, lick his cock and turn to her husband again, practically forcing Max to do it. Strengthening the impact on the girl's hands and her crack, I repeatedly sought the response of the female body. For fifteen minutes we tortured each other, bringing us to exhaustion, when the convulsive movements of the vaginal walls perfectly transmitted her orgasm and unbearably squeezed my dick, locking him inside her. Finally I broke out and finished it. Looking, after my member from Dasha, a whole stream began to flow out, I slipped to her pussy and licked a few drops, then, emboldened, I began to take on everything that came out of the girl. The strange flavors of mixed juices, the sperm of various men and their own added unusualness and strangeness, it was very exciting, at the same time, I did not feel any special taste, although it differed from the salty taste of female petals. After collecting sperm and mucus to my tongue, I crawled onto the girl and, clinging to her body and breasts, kissed her lips. She eagerly licked off my tongue and lips with her sharp tongue collected from her vagina. I never expected such a re-excitement, but I felt the penis getting ready for the fight again. It was possible to take advantage of the fact that I had already taken a pose from above, and continue to fuck the insatiable Dashka, but the guys began to gather. Max got up and went to the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the bed, continuing to watch the couple, as Daria worked diligently with the tongue on the head of her husband's member, and then, once again, Pasha finished, this time in her mouth and on her wife's lips.

She, too, pulled herself up to the back of the bed and sat down, looked, smiling, at me, again at Pashka, who was shaking off a string of sperm from a member, wiping the end on the bed.

- If you want, we can move further somewhere. Here the room was only ordered for an hour.

I looked fun at Pasha.

- Go? - asked Dasha, wiping the back of his hand with cum from the face.
- Did you like it? - Pasha asked hesitantly.

I got close to Daria on my knees and kissed her on the lips. Pasha smiled. Dasha, having enjoyed, recoiled, smiling at her husband.

- You see that he is only for. Go?
“Yeah,” I agreed. - I have a couple more ideas. - I stuck my finger between her legs, with pleasure spent on wet slit and licked it.
“Then let's get ready,” said Pasha, confidently.

I watched Pasha go to the chair, on which his clothes remained, and his wife paces from bed to floor. I also got up, but did not know what to do with myself, my clothes were in the bathroom, and Max was washing there. Therefore, he sat on the armrest of one of the chairs and continued to look at Dashka. She did not hesitate to walk past me to the door and went into the bathroom to Max. Picking up her clothes, she went out and began to dress. I enjoyed the sight as she straightens her crumpled panties and wears them. First, she stepped into them with one leg, then with the other, pulled herself up to her knees, above, and straightened up, finally pulled them out, hiding her sexual lips after sex from sex, although the sperm of men who loved her still continued to ooze. She looked up at me and stepped closer, letting her hug her. Pasha liked it when his wife was given special attention, but I wanted to continue to caress her more and more with my own hands. Pressing the fabric of her panties to her bosom, I felt how they get wet. Dasha played along with the pelvis, leaning on my finger and increasing the pressure. Behind her was already Pasha, who crushed her breasts and kissed the girl.

Suddenly the sound of the water stopped and we broke off. Silently, but smiling, Dasha continued to dress, and I also decided to go into the bathroom, so as not to splash in the shower, immediately pick up my clothes and get dressed soon.

Ten minutes later we left the hotel and caught the car.

“Konchalovsky is twenty-three,” Dasha said, and we drove to their house. We drove in silence, everyone was thinking about his own, but Dasha still put her hand on my leg, continuing to look out the window. I wanted to get my hand in her panties, but the driver was right in front of us, too close, and we did not develop the situation. But we arrived quickly. Within a dozen minutes, the car slowed down in the courtyard of the panel nine-story building, and we went out into the courtyard, lit only by sparse windows in the high-rise building wall. Pasha and Daria looked for the keys and went to the entrance, inviting me to her.

Then there was a lot of things that one could only dream of. This night was the beginning of our long and interesting friendship.