Autumn. Yellowing leaves. Gray city. Under the bridge of one of the urban highways, two of the supports are huddled against each other. He and she. Unpretentious gray bolonevye jackets, simple warm blue jeans, plain black nubuck boots. He hugs her, presses her to himself, trying to keep her warm and give her her. He tucked his palms into his breast pocket. Cool, nasty wind blows them, climbs into the seemingly most protected places. He looked at his watch, customers were definitely in no hurry and were already 15 minutes late. Finally I heard the roar of the engine, there was a light xenon headlights. A black heavy SUV banged up with an engine and screeched with brakes, braked hard near a couple. A side window was lowered in the passenger seat and a 26-year-old voice said cheerfully:

- Hi guys! Have you been waiting for a long time? - and without waiting for an answer. - Jump on the back.
Vova opened the back door, helped Yulia to climb onto the seat, climbed behind him. The air conditioner worked inside, it was warm. Almost immediately unbuttoned their jackets to half. A very adult man, 48 years old, was sitting behind the wheel in the front seat, his 26-year-old offspring was sitting next to him.
- Sorry for being late guys, traffic jam in Moscow.
- Everything is fine - answered Julia.
- Do you want to eat? - looking at the rearview mirror asked a senior.

- A small snack would not hurt - the younger one was still cheerful.
- Yes, yes - Vova and Yulia answered almost unanimously.
- Fast food? - again followed by a question from the front seat.
- Toast with ham and lettuce, and latte - Julia dreamily stretched.
- Double cheeseburger - purred Vova and two adult voices, as well as another more young woman giggled.

The SUV started off, rolled onto the bridge and gave a sharp start. Within 10 minutes, a four in a jeep was standing in line at McDrive. Vova looked at the toned window at the evening city, Julia rummaged in a small purse with their wharfs, the men in the front seat talked about something inaccessible to others. These customers were strange. Father and son. Always prefer to fuck them with Julia only in the car. The identification mark was gray bolonevye jackets. Always met in secret. They were taken from places where no one saw it and could not notice. Then they went somewhere, where again there is no one. Sometimes, like today, they stopped by for a snack. His huge car was used as a trawler. The elder Oleg Grigorievich was the executive director of a large consulting firm, his son Sasha was on his errands, but he officially worked as his deputy. However, the duties of Sasha and his team of Mordovorot included tasks that were clearly not from the list. Vova was distracted from the thoughts and contemplations of the gray city, Julia stuck him in the side and gave him doubles, potatoes and a cola. Jeep drove off to the parking lot and the cabin was filled with the noise of absorbed food. With food managed fairly quickly. Men who ordered many more guys, managed much faster. Sasha took the garbage bag to the Makovsky garbage can and returned to the car.

- Well, what are we going to the place? - he turned to those sitting behind.
- As you wish - a cute fox smile with white teeth, Julia smiled at him.
- Yummy, how are you? - Sasha waved his hand in front of Vova.
- And, yes, I am fine - Vova caught on and looked guiltily at Julia and Sasha. - Excuse me.
The car started off. Oleg led obviously kayfuya from the process, changing hands, leaving one on the steering wheel, and the other touching the gear knob.He loved the expensive, big, black SUVs.

This time they chose a place at the old port. Rolled into the territory. We threw the twenty guard and drove into an inconspicuous place. The stove was switched to comfort mode. Customers got out of their seats. Vova and Julia, too, got out of the cabin on the street. Oleg opened the trunk and folded the third row of seats, while the second row was folded and pushed as far forward as possible. The trunk is closed. Julia climbed back, followed by Vova. He finally took off his jacket, helped his girlfriend to take off her jacket, then they pulled warm sweatshirts over his head, shoes followed, then jeans. I removed my Vova easily, but Yulia had to help remove her tight fitting ones. After removing all the outerwear, Vova stayed in a funny white child-like pajamas with colorful balls and cuffs on the wrists, ankles and belt. Julia was in the same pajamas.

Another legitimate desire of customers. Sasha, as a smaller one, climbed up to them, took out a special cable from the side pocket of the door and pulled it under the ceiling using door handles for fastening. Vova and Yulia conveniently persevered in the third row of seats, having maximally moved the priests, remaining on the seats only the loins and everything above. Sasha got a strange-looking soft rings. One pair he secured on the ankles of Vova, the second on the ankles of Julia. Those almost simultaneously lifted their legs up and Sasha secured the jumpers between the rings to the cable already stretched under the ceiling. Then the guys stretched their arms forward. The hands were handcuffed in soft material. As soon as the handcuffs clicked, the guys raised their hands above their heads and took them by the head restraints. The boot lid opened again and Oleg secured the handcuffs to the head restraints. The guys were actually crucified and fixed in a very piquant position.

- Bat, well, let's climb already, otherwise we’ll let in the cold - Sasha impatiently beckoned his father to the salon.
He climbed and sat on his knees in front of Vova. Sasha took the same position in front of Julia.
- Where is your bag? - Sasha looked around in search of a small handbag with supplies for Yulia. - And here she is!
While Sasha was fiddling with her purse, taking out grease and condoms from there, Oleg skillfully worked out the movement, but still shaking from excitement, impatience and anticipation with his hands rolled up the upper parts of his pajamas to the chin, and pulled down his pants from his thighs and looked at the knees. The picture opened up funny. A tied girl with raised legs and an appetizing sheen of a drop of grease on a small, neat pussy, without hair, with delicate skin the color of milk chocolate, and just below the delicate star anus. And next to a rounded male ass, you can see a little skin of the scrotum, but if you don’t know that this is a boy, it’s like the same girl. Sasha gave his father a lubricant, but he put it aside.

Then Oleg put a thumb cushion on the Vovina hole, he tensed up a bit, then relaxed, the hole pulsed. Oleg felt, leaned forward, sucked Vova on the lips, he gently and timidly replied, just as Oleg loved. At this time, Sasha’s fingers had already penetrated into Julia and were already feeling the already familiar vagina. Julia rolled her eyes, sighed languidly, smiled and chuckled softly when Sasha was tickling. Oleg stopped kissing Vova, and he felt that his lover's thumb had already penetrated him in the ass and gently back and forth caresses the prostate. Vova took a deep breath, exhaled and made a sound of pleasure.
- Yes, like this! Like this! Well done! Come on! Spread out! - Oleg massaged Vovin's prostate, and with his second hand he grabbed Vovin's penis and with his thumb massaged the urethral hole on Vovin's member.
Finally, Vova began to shake a little, drops of pre-ejaculate appeared on the penis. Oleg rubbed them on Vovin's penis and put his thumb in the Vovin juices in his mouth.

- Try yourself! - followed the order.
Vova gladly sucked a finger, feeling in his mouth the taste of his own sperm. He characterized this taste as a salty banana.Julia was always amused, but she agreed, because she couldn’t have to describe this taste herself.
Oleg, meanwhile, freed himself from jeans and underwear. His penis was already standing, drops of excitement glistening at the end. Quickly tearing his bag with a rubber band and a light movement of his hand, wearing a “romanticism”, Oleg lightly smeared Vova on the bottom with grease. He chaotically twitched the remnants of the remnants of his handsome dressed and joined Vovinya pope.

Vova relaxed, a bit tighter, relaxed again. Oleg easily pushed forward his hips and plunged into Vova at once in half, ...

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