will be good too. He had already made up his mind, and figured that Olya could be put on her knees on a bench, her head propped against the wall, and the dress put up by her boyfriend, but then Katya appeared in the corridor. Misha instantly pulled his hand out from under Olya's dress.

- This is what are you hugging here?

- Yes, you look at her! She got drunk on the salad! Generally like Pinocchio!

Katya called Olya, and even patted her cheeks, trying to revive her. Olya did not react - she just foolishly smiled and mumbled something.

- So! - Katya made a decision. - She urgently needs to take home. Holiday for her, it seems, is over. Call a taxi!

Misha dragged Olya’s naughty body to the nearest bench, noting that along the way the panties still fell from the girl’s feet onto the floor, and remained left to lie on the linoleum in a white lump. He took out the telephone and dictated the route addresses to the operator.

- After 3 minutes the car will be. Dragged her into the street! The guys took Olya from both sides and took to the courtyard. The old yellow Volga was already at the gate. Olya was seated in the back seat, given money to a taxi driver, and asked to be taken to the apartment. The taxi driver — the young non-Russian boy nodded in agreement and smiled. He hardly spoke Russian. The car left. The guys followed her up with a glance. Katya noticed that at the very first turn Oli disappeared from the window - she could not sit and just fell down on the seat. I hope she gets it, she thought. “Sorry, it didn't work out,” thought Misha, hugged Kate, and led her back to school.

Zafarjon is 19 years old. He came to Russia for the first time, a week ago. Uncle arranged it in a taxi, gave a corner where you can sleep. Zafarjon spoke poorly in Russian, hardly understood, but it didn’t matter, he had a navigator. He was born in Tajikistan, in a small village. He graduated from the 4th grade of school, then left, began to help his father with the housework - grazing cattle, milked the cow, drove the tractor. He had never had a girl, he didn’t even kiss anyone. About sex had vague ideas, according to the stories of friends. There was no computer or internet in the village.

Zafarjon drove a car through an empty night city, sometimes glancing at the navigator screen. It was not far to go, soon the car stopped near Oli's house.

- Fsyo ... come already. - Zafar turned around in the back seat, hoping to ask for some more money from the passenger. But instead of money, he saw a girl who was lying on a seat on her back, and did not react to his voice. She put one foot in her shoe on the seat and bent at the knee, while the other was on the floor.

- Hey! - Zafar extended his hand and shook the girl. - Come already! Output!

No reaction followed. Zafar was in difficulty. He once again shook the girl, but she just mumbled something, her leg thrown back on the back of the seat. The boy’s gaze slid down to the girl’s bare legs, to the edge of a dress that had been indecently climbing up. Zafarjon took the hem and gently pulled it up, pulling it up even more. What he saw made his heart beat very often. Under the dress, the girl had nothing, and he clearly saw her shaved pubis, and gently pink sex lips. “Ohhh ...” - only I could utter Zafar. His hand stretched to this charm itself, and now, his fingers with dirty, not cropped nails have already touched the body of a young passenger. He ran his hand over her stomach - from the navel down, and felt her pussy. Excitement grew. This he had never seen in his life. He got out of the car, looked around, and opened the door of the rear seat. He got into the car from the side of the girl’s feet and slammed the door. Once again he called her, and shook his knee. She lay silently. Then emboldened, excited Zafar took Oli's legs and spread them apart. He leaned over to get a better look. Began to touch, knead her vagina, pushing sponge, exploring the unknown beauty. A member of Zafar was already standing, and he unbuttoned his pants, pulling out his device. He began to jerk him with one hand, the second I continue to stroke Olya between her legs.

Animal feelings got the upper hand, and the young Tajik, no longer thinking anything, climbed onto the girl, and sharply stuck his dick in Oli's hole. She just opened her mouth wide and made a low moan of pleasure. Zafar began to fuck her, she stumbled slowly and not confidently, listening to her feelings, and then faster and deeper. Oli's body shook limply under him, she breathed deeply and often, but was still blacked out. Zafar was close to orgasm, but he decided to embody his old fantasy, under which he often masturbate. He pulled his penis out of Olya's pussy, and climbed over to another window, to her head. He leaned his penis against the girl's face and began to masturbate, pressing his head to Olya's nose and lips. Sometimes the mouth slightly opened, and then the head slipped inside, delivering indescribable pleasure to Zafarjon. A minute later, his body began to shake in an orgasm, and he poured quite a lot of sperm on Olya's face. Thick white liquid flowed down her cheeks, lips, got into Olin's mouth. Zafar took out the phone, muttered something, and began to photograph naked Olga, sperm on her face, her dick, her wet open pussy. Having done a dozen photos, he, pleased, fastened his pants, and gently wiped the sperm with a dirty rag, first from his trousers and shoes, then from the seat, and then from Olya's face. He was pleased! The week I arrived, but I managed to fuck a Russian girl. No wonder that in the village they said that all Russians are whores, and they love to fuck with Tajiks.

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