he has strands of reddish hair, looking at the elastic chest, swaying from agitated breathing, the subject of Lenkina's secret envy, on the legs, which have not yet moved apart before anyone. Watch and touch them. And kiss again.

Lena again walked her finger on the threshold of Irkina's secret, bathing him in girlish juice, and then raised it to her lips, trying an unusual bouquet fragrant and soft at the same time. Girls have a completely different taste, unlike men. This is so unusual and for some reason worried.

- Want to try yourself? - she whispered Ira.

- No, better than you. - She said quietly.

- I'm still in panties. - Sly smiled Lena.

“Then I want to take them off you.” Herself.

Lena, leaning over to her friend, stretched her lips for a kiss. Irka leaned forward, hugging her. Sharp turrets Lenkina chest sank in the elastic flesh of the Irkin hemispheres. Girlfriends snuggled up to each other, for the first time in their life kissing not in jest, not on the cheek, but at the call of desire. They fondled for a long time, then connecting themselves to a hickey, penetrating one into the other with tongues, then touching waiting lips with small, frequent kisses, then just lay hugging, as if afraid to leave for even a moment. Finally, the Irkins palms went down the back of Lenin to the very panties, and, diving under the elastic, wrapped their arms around the girl's ass.

- Get down. Now I'm on top.

Lena obediently slipped off her friend, lying on her back. Ira leaned over her looking at the wet spot appearing through the thin fabric, then touched it with her lips and smiled at Lenka.

- And now let's see what is under them.

With two fingers, she drew off the gum and slowly pulled the panties toward herself, revealing Lenkin's “treasury”.

- You are completely naked, without hair. Everything is so clear.

- Do you like?

- Yes. I'll do it myself too. And you will kiss me there.

Ira, finally, finally dividing Lena and gently spread her legs to the sides. For a few seconds she admired her friend lying in front of her, and then leaned over to Lenin, who had opened before her, and touched his tongue.

Lena, unable to stand, moaned, leaning towards Irka. How did she, it turns out, wanted to caress. A magical week on the seashore awakened in an unsophisticated, naive girl who slept in her for the time being woman, giving her the joys of sex and making the young body want her to repeat. Lenka, of course, indulged herself with mischievous fingers sometimes before bedtime, but she didn’t have enough of this, she really wanted to, like in the summer with the Topic. That's just the topic was far away. And when will come. But now with Ira, too, was real. Let it be different, not like a man. But still good! Irkin inexperienced but diligent tongue teased the open doors of Lenin's “gate”, penetrated as far as he could into the moist depth of her “light”, disturbed the button of the clitoris, which was swollen with desire. Lenka, biting her lips, pressed her girlfriend's head to her, stroked her head, asking me to continue without words, and Ira tried. She, too, more and more wound up this game.

The Irkines fingers have already gone. Now she kissed Lena there, in the lower abdomen, where the girlish beauty is usually hidden by her panties, and inwardly Lenin inside the casket is not in a hurry, but her friend's fingers penetrated purposefully. First, quite a bit, like a girl, and then, feeling that the path is free and deeper. One finger, followed by another. Slowly, they slid back and forth, caressing the tight vaults of Lenin's cave, which merged around them. Lena shuddered, leaning towards these gentle penetrations, already feeling how the first waves of the coming sweet eruption were born in her.

Ira for a moment turned away from his occupation and looked at her friend.In the deep and wet brown eyes her desire splashed.

- Let's try sixty-nine.

- Come on!

Now, right over the very face of Lena in the close availability of her tongue, the maiden pussy was overflowing with juice. And Lena teased this “ripe fruit”, absorbing more and more new portions of Irkina's moisture of desire. And Ira continued to play with Lena with her fingers, not forgetting to kiss and caress the language of the sensual, waiting hillock at the entrance to Lenin's “chamber”. Slightly speeded up, losing breath and moist, smacking sounds alone and could be heard in the room. And still silent involuntary groans are more and more often flying girls playing from the lips.

The first "surrendered" Lena. The dexterous fingers of a girlfriend, fumbling inside her tender shell, diving into the very depths, “extracted” with their tender labor that very pearl of pleasure, which made Lenka suffocate for a moment, and her hips and lower abdomen tremble in an intoxicating long cramp. Ira left the relaxed, deeply sobbing Lena, breathing deeply and, turning around, knelt beside her.

- It seems I tried you well.

- Yeah. - Ajar eyes, responded Lena. - I didn’t even think that it could be so cool.

- Yes. Each other, it turns out, caress much nicer than self-service. - Ira, looking at Lena, quietly slid her hand between her legs. - Do you still play with me? I bye ...

- Of course! - Lenka in one light motion knelt. - Get down. No no. On the tummy. And put a pillow, it is more convenient. Now your legs apart.

Lena's view opened up with a pillow-raised, innocent still entrance to the girl's treasury and a smooth, whitish ass in the gathering gloom of the room. And the next moment she put her lips to the shifted, covered with grease sash "gate" and began shamelessly teasing them with his tongue, forcing her to open slightly and "looking" inside to the most important print. Ira only weakly squeaked in response, her thighs quietly trembled, marking the beginning approach to the finish line. Lenkin's tongue slid along the gentle folds of a girl's pussy from bottom to top, time after time paving the way closer and closer to her ass. To the darkest hole. And finally, shamelessly screwed between the "buns" penetrating inside.

- Oh, Helen! - Frozen from the unusual sensation of Ira. - You're in the ass.

- You did ask how to kiss there. - Lena, continuing to gently stroke the button of Irkin's clitoris with her finger, teased the dark hole again. - Like?

- Probably. I do not know ... Yes!

Irka squeezed Lenin’s palm, arching her back and crumpling the blanket in her palms. Her legs and ass shook her weakly.

“Mmmm.”

Lena, smiling, looked at her friend floating in the clouds and gently stroked her on the narrow back.

- Baldezh! - Finally, breathed Ira and relaxed stretched out on the couch. “I have never flown away like this.”

- That's how. - Sly squinted Lenka. - So, you quietly please yourself. Not a word to me about it.

- I am not often. - Irka confused. - I would like because. And I am silent, of course. You have so much already, and I'll tell you what. How palm there crawled? Shame on you

- Now there is no?

Ira only silently buried her head in the shoulder of her friend. Lena hugged her, hugging her.

- Listen, - Irka's curiosity was nevertheless indestructible, - and did you also kiss the Topic in the ass?

- Yeah. At first she could not decide. Even when he kissed me there, it was awkward for me. And then nothing happened.

- BUT...

Softly purring smartphone on the table saved Lena from further questioning.

- One hundred years, Temka your live. - lazily mumbled unerringly copy the melody Irka.

- Even, perhaps, one hundred and twenty. - Lena replied absently, reading the text.

- Hey, friend. - Irka called her. - You have such a stunned look, as if they called in marriage.

- They called. - Lenka smiled slightly bewildered. - Just do not marry and not me, but my ass.

- Like this? - I do not understand Ira.

Now it is Lenkin’s turn to be embarrassed.

- You know, Subject in the ass not only wanted to kiss, but also ... Only then I was afraid.I promised him that the next time I see you, I’ll have to. And now here.

Lena handed Irke a smartphone. On the display, accompanied by a winking smiley smile, the inscription shone: "You can cook your ass."