so I jumped right into his arms. But I throw my leg over to the other side of the ass, and only give the man a hand for support. And I step back a little, not keeping my balance. His hands are already holding me.

“Thank you,” I whisper quietly, dropping my eyes, and leaving.

We are waiting for a buffet, tasty and hearty, a lot of wine. It drunk imperceptibly, and now, with my crazy eyes, I watch two men come out dancing folk dances. One of them is our Carakes (or whatever it is). He is also dancing! And very good. Dressed in national clothes: shirt, vest, trousers, boots. He's just great!

I do not notice how I join the folk dances. Turns another man into an innocent game, flowing into a groovy dance. And I dance, dance, turning over with my feet not always to the beat. Ks-Kss wedges our round dance beside me, putting his heavy hand on my shoulder. And he looks at me, smiles, quickening his steps to the beat of the accelerating music. My head is spinning, the music is drunk. And this is not just music. This is sex, starting with a slow prelude and ending with a wild jump with a fabulous finale.

Folk dancing ends, and the blood boils. I drink more wine and go dancing again. Already under the rhythms of foreign classics. I love to dance. My butt loves to move in the sexual rhythm of swaying and jerking. At some point, having fully merged with the music, I notice behind my enthusiastic eyes. Xccc looks at me, all eyes, sincerely smiling, frankly absorbing my eyes. And I smile back to him. I want a wild! Must cool down. I go to the corrals with donkeys, skirting the dance floor and the farm. But the thought of a bearded man does not leave me. In seclusion, I am once again covered with sexual fantasy ...

I turn around - Karakes follows me. He comes close, almost touching, but stretches his hand and strokes the donkey, says something sedative to him, I understand only "shuu." I look at him, look at him. He is so close that I smell him. It smells like wool, hot body and some tangerines. I shake my head and say clearly:

- Al!

He turns his face and looks blankly for a moment, then smiles broadly. His gaze wanders over my face and stops at his lips.

- Al-el? ..

And again, without waiting for my reaction, he grabs me in an embrace and carries me to a nearby located covered pen with high feeders with hay. I booty rests on this trough and sit on it, blowing between the thighs of an impatient driver. He eats my lips, tightening panties and, having said something, presses them to the nose and hides in his pocket. Then suddenly he kneels and puts his lips to my mezhnozhyu. With a gasp, I tilt my head back, leaning on the feeder. From a smart, daring tongue, unceremoniously playing in me, my legs quickly stop holding me, and the man throws one leg over his shoulder, continuing to eat me, growling and nodding like a cat. And again I get lost in orgasm.

And when I come to my senses, I’m already fucked hard by this bearded driver, placing my butt on the edge of the feeder and holding tight to my waist. I grab the vertical bars and move toward these hard blows. He kisses my face, pulls off one shoulder strap, exposing my chest, and eagerly sucks it. This animal of his desire wildly turns on, and I myself already growl and scream, rushing my hips to my dick.

Removes me from the trough and, before he turns me around as he pleases, I kneel down and take his hot rod captive to my lips. He pretty much groans and allows me to lose a little bit with him, looking into my eyes with a smile. Then he turns his back, putting on elbows and bending in the back. On the ground it is dry, although it smells like wool and dung, but we no longer pay any attention to this. A man wet from my mouth is pushed into my ass. I do not resist, now I want to feel led by a female. He is careful, but persistent. And now he fucks me, resting his hands on my buns, getting tougher and wider. This animal dance is crazy. I surrender first, announcing the cry, it seems, the coming mountains.Then he, ryknuv and stuck on the very testicles, pours into me. Hearing our screams, donkeys next to howling ...

I leave this wonderful place with a smile, but hiding my eyes. It seems to me that everyone will understand what is happening in my fantasies, just by their glance. Only one thing torments - dissatisfaction. Probably thanks to my modesty. She is a counterbalance to my fucking eyes and audacious fantasies. I’m going to the hotel rather to relieve my tension and my wonderful balls. I will represent a bearded driver with a sonorous name that I do not remember ...