beauty girls. Lucky as someone, I thought. In its own gorgeous woman. Of course, she is far from Karina or Svetka for example. But for people like her, I always turned around. And if Marina was not married ... then who knows, who knows. The figure is chiseled. The chest, though not large, is solid, first size, but high, and as far as clothes can be measured, the correct shape. Narrow ankles and heavy hips. At this moment, for some reason I really liked the free cut of her dress. Such clothes, I thought, leave a touch of mystery. It is such clothes that appeal to be removed. Because imagination draws vivid pictures of what is under it. I shook my head, driving away the wraith. And I realized that I was standing here for at least fifteen minutes. And there is still no Lyuba. Strange.

- Marin.

Eyelashes flinched and Marina with an effort looked at me.

- Has Lyuba gone long ago? Maybe she is not good?

The girl shrugged, sighed, and closed her eyes again.

Here is the situation. I left Marina alone and hesitantly approached the door to the toilet. I listened. Like the water flows from the tap, but because of the music that reached the hall, it was not clear. Knocked. Silence. Carefully open the door and without looking in the toilet I call: - Luba! Are you here? Is everything okay

Silence. Damn, maybe she is not here? Marinka messed up what? Getting in. Well, here's another ... Crane is really open. Water pours. Next to the sink, on the floor in the lodge lies Luba. I walk over, shaking my shoulder. No reaction. Well, at least breathing. It can be seen on the rising chest. Along the way, I notice that the chest, by the way, is also very personal. Lucky me today on such things. I smile. Then, uncertainly, I think what to do. By all signs, both friends became ill from alcohol, and it was for this reason that they decided to move home. But the forces suddenly ran out. And if Marinka is still on her feet, her girlfriend felt much worse. She has a little wet hair. Apparently, trying to bring myself to life. Did not help...

Well, let's get up, dear? Do not leave you on the floor in the toilet. I gently push my hands, hug Luba from behind and try to put me on my feet. Little turns. She even tries to put her foot and lean on her. It is inconvenient how. I press her closer to me and feel under the palm of my hand the “one that is even nothing.” Moronic situation. I pick up a drunken man in the back of a colleague. Married And still it turns out obscenely. Finally he set her on her feet, but Lyuba herself was not worth it. Although it rests on the sink, but as soon as I try to remove my hand from her chest, it begins to sink to the floor. I grab her again. After a couple of attempts, the hand falls completely over the neckline of the dress. Damn ... oil painting: there is a drunk woman in the toilet, and a man is pawing behind her. Cool, of course. But it is a pity that this will not be repeated as with Kira or Masha. The thought flashes: do not repeat? Then enjoy life forever so that there is something to remember! Some sort of plague. From one such thought, the member again began to pour blood, and in the temples the pulse started to pound. As if in a fog, I cling to Luba, in order to free my hands a little. Feelings are phenomenal! In a normal state, even considering my abstinence and youth, I would never have been able to react to a woman like that. A member stands as a count the third time in an hour. Cialis and in truth works wonders. I cling stronger to Luba's ass, and I begin to stroke her chest with a feeling. I look at our reflection in the mirror above the sink. Wet hair stuck to her face, and it seems to me terribly exciting. Nipples harden slowly. I rub a member of her ass and acutely feel the hollow through a thin cloth. Now she opens her eyes, I scare myself, but I can not stop. Is it true what's next? As in response, Lyuba moans weakly and transfers weight to her leg. I still hold her. And if you quickly let go of your chest and pull your hands out from under her dress, she may not understand anything, I think feverishly.Luba weakly served her ass to meet my dick. I do not believe. It seemed to me? I take root to her member again, and quietly pull away. Girl deviates for me. Maybe she does not think anything? I leave her breasts alone, and, in spite of my will, my hands fall on her buttocks. Lyuba is not trying to sit down on the floor, although I still see her eyes closed in the reflection of the mirror. Not understanding anything, I lift up the dress up and run my finger over her pussy. Panties are wet. I grope my knob with my index finger and start to drive gently over it. More and more. I lower my finger below and enter the wet pussy. Lyuba begins to breathe deeper and measured. It seems to me, or is it worth it? Well, for sure! And not only is it worth it, then it starts podmahivat with his ass to meet my fingers. Well? To hell with all of it. She is married. I pull my fingers out, let go of the dress and just open my mouth to call out her name, suddenly I hear a quiet one:

- Well, will you fuck me today or not?

- Lyuba?

- Come on. Take me!

- Love! Are you okay? “I still don't believe my ears.” You never know what she feels like in this condition. - You're at work ... you feel bad, right?

- Fuck, Max, how stupid you are! - Lyuba's voice became a little louder, even though the language is clearly intertwined. - I feel very well, who pokes me with a dick. Will you fuck or not? Until I changed my mind.

Without any doubts. I silently pull out my dick and lift the dress higher. With my right hand, as a host, I climb into the cut of a dress and wrinkle my chest. At the same time, the left, lower the panties to the knees. Lyuba is breathing heavily without opening her eyes. Then pulls one leg out of the panties and they kick on the floor.

- Come on Max, ebi! - I don't recognize her voice. - Well, can you fuck me properly? Like a whore! I'm a whore? My husband is at home, and I am standing in the toilet with cancer in front of my colleague and I ask to tear me off. I'm a whore, Max? BUT?

- Whore? - from excitement, my voice suddenly became hoarse. - You're a bitch! Right now, I fuck you like a bitch.

Lyuba laughs softly.

- Come on Max! How long do I have to wait? Nobody fucked me like a month now. Well ...

She almost screams the last words, and having curled her ass and having felt my member herself sits on it.

- Aaaa ... Fuck, how cool ... come on Maxim, come on my good, fuck, fuck, fuck me !!!

I prick her pussy. And it seems to me that I have never tried such a narrow and pleasant hole. Lyuba squirms on my fuck, groans and speaks incoherent curses.

- Bitch, bitch, bitch! - These words are pulled out from me.

- Yes, yes, yeah-hh! - shouts Lyuba. Her legs weaken from the strongest orgasm, and she is ready to slide back to the floor.

- Early bitch, - I hoarse, - We have not finished yet!

- Lyuba?

Damn it ... I abruptly move away from the bitch, who is still beating in ecstasy, and standing with my pants down and a member standing in the middle of the toilet.

- Lyubka! - At the door, uncertainly holding on to the joint, Marina stands and frowns, trying to figure out what she just saw.

- Marinka ... fucking ... as well ... help me ... - Lyubka is unsure on her feet. Well at least the dress dropped. Only cut to the side. All signs of orgasm on the face. And I'm without pants and sticking dick. And so it would be possible to otmazatsya. Like, it seemed to you Marina, there was nothing.

Marinka takes a few steps to help her friend. And only coming close, with surprise notices my standing member.

- Lyubka! What are you doing ... are you with him? - Marina’s tongue is clearly stunned. Toli from drinking, toli from surprise. But in any case she looks almost sober. - Are you serious?!

Where, fuck, more serious with unexpected irritation, I think. Now the women's showdown will begin, and what do you want me to burst with excitement?

Lyuba turns to her friend, leans on her with one hand, while the other one tries to pick up her panties from the floor.

After the second unsuccessful attempt, she unexpectedly declares: - You should also try!

I, having already taken a step towards the door, and almost pulling on my trousers, I almost stumble.

- What?! - Marina is clearly sobering up at a fast pace.

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