- Or maybe not, Len? - Irka, finally, decided to slightly open, her eyes were squinted.

- It is necessary. - Lenka, fooling around, smeared with a finger the sticky liquid on the glass pieces, turning Irka into a complete mole rat. - Therefore, lie quietly so as not to spoil the makeup.

Quickly slipping from Anton, Lena, putting a finger to her lips, nodded toward her friend. Toshka, immediately taking a hint, winked at him and quickly, but carefully, trying not to make any noise, moved to Irkin’s invitingly stretched legs.

She quietly gasped when the cheeky male tongue suddenly touched her secret and, running along the open gate, stopped, disturbing the cherished knoll at the entrance. Startled, Ira tried to remove disturbing to consider the surrounding glasses, but Lenka intercepted her hands.

- Do not peep, so interesting.

Holding Ira, she leaned toward her breast, kissing a sharp dark brown papilla. To the other elastic hemisphere of the girl, he immediately received Artem.

Ira quietly trembled surrounded by their triple care. The body of the girl responded to the caress of hot exciting waves. Thoughts are confused. This was her first time. She hadn’t been with a man before tonight, and now two of her are caressing her right away. And she still does not know who is where. There, among the legs apart, Artem, with whom she was already, or another? And at the same time it is so anxious and sweet. And it seems she is about to. Oh! Ira felt that the touch of men's lips to her treasury was replaced by a completely different, now familiar to her, “kiss” of a living and resilient trunk that wants to look inside. So now it will be again. Who?! Oh th! The stars that flashed before Irkin's eyes became a salute to an unknown guest who visited her palace.

And when they went out, and the feeling of light pain returned from the “ramming” passing through the recently broken gates of her fortress, Ira realized that she was not in control of Artem anymore. Hot mixture of desire, interest, shame from its own accessibility for everyone made cheeks flash. But the girl’s lips responded to the men’s kisses, and her hands readily embraced their “winner”.

Another lingering kiss and the trunk penetrates to the very depths. So hard and far that Ira shudders. Still. And then Anton, carefully opening the girl’s arms, slides off her. Oh, he will now "shoot". But as? Again at her? Or take a chance in your mouth? Oh! The throwing of the girl stopped the hot whisper right there with everyone who understood Lenka.

- Irka, do not be a fool. Take it right!

Ira, as if before a throw into the cold water, stopped for a moment, and then, mentally squealing with fear, turned her head, meeting a toy filled with men's juice. A startling, which turned out to be unexpectedly large trunk filled mouth. Several times he was swung back and forth by a tight little ring of lips and, even more startled, splashed out the girl on the tongue with a hot, fragrant fountain. And next, almost without a pause, again. And it seems the third time. In general, the question “swallow or not” turned out to be rhetorical. Ira simply has no choice. Where you get, when the cream and so full mouth, and even arrives. However, she didn't manage to swallow everything either. Lost white tracks with new signals of love games played on the cheek and chin.

- Now is really a great view. - commented on Lenka, when Anton moved away from the girl's face. - Subject, photo.

The smartphone quietly rustled, notifying that the picture was taken.

- Order.

- Well, now you can finally remove the glasses? - Almost indignantly asked Irka. - And then I lie like a fool to you for fun. I also want to look at myself. And see you.

- Of course, Ira.- Anton carefully saved the girl from the "blinded" optics and gently kissed his brown eyes that opened to him. - And we will take to the mirror and show pictures. And we can pour champagne for courage.

- Here's a champagne just does not hurt. - Readily responded Ira. - This is your man's thing to taste, to be honest, not very. I want to drink. And wash. Just look at yourself first.

Already nestled in the arms of the Theme Lenka watched with interest as the girlfriend appeared in front of the mirror.

- ABOUT! - Only she could blink Irka, seeing her reflection. - And this, even worse, you took pictures of me? All in the drops, the glasses are stained! Lenka! If you have these pictures at least someone ...

- Yah you. - Lena laughed. - Then we will look when it becomes boring. I also take a picture.

- Then, it's OK. - Calming down, replied Ira. - I'll take you off myself. I even know at what time.

- Come on, come on.

To be honest, all this Irkina vanity Lena now do not care. She was embraced by Artem, and it was great. Lena reclined, leaning back to him. Strong and at the same time gentle palms of the guy caressed her chest, quick, light kisses lay on the shoulders, hair, neck of the girl, cheeky tongue teasing earlobes. Come you, Ira, with his compromising. The subject leaned over her shoulder, catching her lips, which were willingly put up by Lenka. Mmmm With her back, Lena felt Artyom’s renewed desire. As for Lenka, her desire did not disappear at all. Lena threw back her head, looking for new kisses. Temka! How did she still miss him.

Out of the corner of her eye, Lena saw Ira drinking champagne served by Antoshka, as she was wiping traces of recent pleasures from her face, and they, holding hands, leave the room. But it seemed to concern her. Only the caresses of Artyom, his kisses, touches, his desired closeness.

Subject gently slipped out from under the girl, putting her on the couch. Now he was on top, and Lena was stretching towards him hurrying the meeting.

- Come on, how I love.

- Come on.

Artem took Lenin's legs on his shoulders, froze, hanging over her for a moment, and then his spear entered the entire depth of Lenkin's pussy with one blow.

- Ahhhh!

If only I could hold out, do not shout. Even there, on the beach did not go. Although I tried. Then to the fire after all the screams go out so ashamed. And do not hold out. And here again.

- Ahhhh!

- Ay!

Subject over and over again with strong shocks entered Lena. And every arrival of his express train to the station was marked by a cheer. But Lenka did not even notice this. She was torn to meet the desired trunk and the excitement waves that rolled after the attacks of Artem shook her more and more.

- A-aa!

Lenka, clinging to Artem's shoulders, with a force pulled him so that her own knees pressed against her chest. Ooh! The light in his eyes faded, but the stars flashed. Oh! The girl’s legs fell helplessly from the boy’s shoulders, and she was sprawled on the couch with a cloth. Oh. As if in a dream, Lena felt how Theme kissed her, and then realized that she was gently but surely turning it over on her tummy. Lenka relaxed complied. Let be. Anyway, she herself now can not do anything. A fig itself, however, fly. She probably hasn't had it yet. Even eyes too lazy to open.

Artyom's palms gently stroked her ass. Oh, let's kiss me there. Good! But to replace the cheeky tongue guy suddenly came something wet and cool. What is it there? What for? Pancake! Grease This Temka is attached to her ass! After all, he was promised. Oh! But the strength to strain was not at all. Even really scared did not work. So Lenka remained lying spread caramel, leaving Temka her booty disposed of. Only once at the very beginning squeaked, while Temin "explorer" was pushing the narrow doors of her spare run. And when it penetrated inside and slowly moved into the depths, it turned out quite tolerably. Unusually only very, but, in general, pleasant. Especially when the topic, going completely, the bottom of the belly of your bare priests concerns.

- Beauty! - There was a voice from the side of Irka who returned to the room. - This is how it turns out, girlish ass printed.This piquant moment almost missed.

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