From the tops of the trees he came down,
On the grass slowly fell.
And whispering and spinning,
Three girls he caught up.

I climbed under one skirt to one of them,
Cheeky pinched his leg.
And carefully, very quietly
He got into her panties, a knave.

Lips gentle as the wind
To her pussy he prinik.
And he blew a little, breathing in the air,
Pubic hairs stirred.

And with a gentle, quiet breathing
He licked her clit as best he could.
And dissolving in every cell,
I decided to stay between my legs.

Lick and touch the buttocks,
Urethra smack while having fun.
And still could not get drunk,
And still could not keep up.

I decided to touch gently the anus,
Between the buttocks gliding.
Tight skin pushing,
And passionately anus tickling.

The girl laughed softly,
Having corrected the dress by hand.
A bully and our prankster
Flies at full speed to the other.

To the other he climbed under the shirt,
Touching gently belly.
And a shaky mark on him left,
Where his hand went.

And crumples nipple, squeezes the breast,
Catching a breath of light sweat.
And noisy, starving,
He is already reaching for another ...

And these girls tormented for a long time,
That our invisible hero.
The eternal rogue and eternal womanizer
Prankster wind-buffoon.