with her and now we moved so close. Crawling on the grass was nicer than on the hard floor of the gazebo. The knees touched the slightly damp and cold ground. It began to dawn, the sun was already close to the horizon. Red rays swept our excited bodies. Drops of grease rolled down the legs. I felt like a real bitch.

Cool air touched the skin with new force. I already shuddered all. The body passed goosebumps. It was cold to move like that. It is good that the house was fenced with a high fence and nobody could see us. I tried to sway from side to side and wag my booty. Men made vulgar compliments in our direction. It added excitement. We were already a few meters from the door. Sergei came forward. He opened the door for us and turned on the light.

The room was quite cozy. In the corner there was a big beautiful fireplace, there were two sofas, in the center of the room was a table with chairs, a wardrobe, a small refrigerator. On the wall hung a big TV. There were two doors somewhere. We crawled into the room. Boris Petrovich came in behind us and closed the door. He slapped me on the pope with one hand, and Svetka with the other. We are already startled and out of a state of reverie and mutual admiration. The sound of a slap scattered around the room.

- So skins crawl to this sofa and lean on it and arrange your legs wider. - Boris Petrovich ordered. - Now I'll take care of your holes.

We quickly crawled up and put our hands on the fabric of the sofa. I bent and put my ass. Chest lightly touched the edge of the sofa. On the carpet there were knees a little easier. Near us, Boris Petrovich stopped. Again with a sound slapped us on the pope, I already leaned a little forward from surprise. One of his hands began to crush my ass, and the second ass Svetka. His fingers slid over the lips, pressing on the clitoris, passed along the perineum, along the anus. I trembled a little at such touch. It seemed to me that I flowed even more. Sergei stood next to us and only watched us, said nothing. He clearly liked how his partner brazenly paws us. How did the expressions of our faces change when his fingers penetrated our holes. I don't know for sure there were two or three of them. They filled me in a moment and just as quickly left my holes. I only had time to get used to them myself, as they were no longer there.

Breathing became more frequent. The groans of pleasure began to burst forth from our lustful little mouths. Boris Petrovich immersed his fingers in my ass and twisted them well there. I grimaced in pain. He pulled them out, sat between us on the sofa and poked my fingers in my mouth, which had just been in Svetka. I immediately felt in the mouth the taste of her discharge. He again began to twist them in his mouth and press on the tongue. Mouth filled with saliva.

- Well, how do you like the taste of whores? - Boris Petrovich asked and looked at us again. - Let's suck as it should. Seryozh serve ice and water from the refrigerator here.

Saliva again began to flow from the mouth. I tried to pull his fingers into my mouth. Sergey opened a small refrigerator, took out a half-liter bottle of water and a section with ice. Came up and handed it to him.

Boris Petrovich took out fingers from our mouths. Put the ice between us. Opened a bottle with a distinctive sound. It was heard as he drinks water. He drank almost the entire bottle. He took one cube and put it on my back. I already started, and the second cube also put on Svetka. The place is as if numb. He began to pull the cube along the spine. The body trembled from this. The cube left a thin wet mark on the body. He smoothly approached the pope and rested on the anus ringlet. It throbbed a little and did not want to let in a cold object. He pressed a little more and the ice cube penetrated my gut. I shuddered again. Not to say that it hurt. But somehow very unusual.It seemed that the cold spreads through my insides.

He put the second die on our back. Again made some slaps. It was somehow not comfortable with ice inside, I wanted to get rid of it. But then the second cube filled my insides. I shuddered again. It seemed so cold inside me. He slightly played with our crotch. Pressed on the clitoris. Moans mechanically broke from the lips. Drops of grease and flowed on the legs. I began to feel how drops of cold water began to flow out of the priests and run down the perineum and mix with my juices. I breathed quickly and deeply. Sveta also moaned nearby.

In our guts there was another ice cube. He penetrated the pussy and pressed. I felt through the septum, as his fingers pushed the ice there. My knees were a little numb again. Standing was not so comfortable with the moments I tried to move my legs a little, so that somehow I could change the point of support.

- How are you good whores! - Boris Petrovich asked loudly.

- Yes! - almost at the same time we answered and nodded his head.

- So Seryozh. You can hide the ice. - said the elder man and sat on our knees behind us and again slapped us hard enough on the pope.

Sergey took the ice back to the fridge. There were some strange sensations. Everything inside is numb. The cold spread through the intestines. The trickle of water from the priests became more and more. Now he leaned toward us and began to knead our breasts. Pinching for nipples. They were so hard. It seemed to me that the priests flowed heavily. I tried to grope my ass with my hand and check it out, but there was not much water to the touch.

- So lustful whores. Now we fuck your mouths and do not try to touch yourself. - Boris Petrovich ordered and began to undress. - Undress Serezha. And then I myself can not tolerate. I want to plant them.

Sergey nodded and began to take off his clothes. All their clothes quickly flew to another sofa. Boris Petrovich raised Svetka and turned her to him. He took her hair. And he began to fuck her in the mouth. Sergey came to me. I got up and took him by the legs. He took my tail with one hand. I bent my cock and I wrapped my lips around it. His penis is 16 centimeters long, his veins were clearly visible. He had everything shaved, not like Boris Petrovich. Sponges smoothly slid over the trunk of his penis. The next pair had so much more. The room was filled with the characteristic sounds of fucking in the mouth. There were heard wheezing Svetka.

Sergei apparently looked at his partner and also gradually began to accelerate the pace. His cock began to slightly rest on the throat. The mouth gradually filled up again with saliva. She stretched for a member and began to flow out. Breath began to stray. Droplets of tears appeared in the eyes. I felt like a member rubs against the tongue, hits the throat, slips on the lips. He was so hard. I felt his ripple. Saliva dripped on the chest and flowed down, and water flowed from the priests. I already got used to the cold in my gut. It seemed to me that there was much more than three small cubes, and it seemed as if the refrigerator was cooling me. Hand mechanically stretched pussy. I touched the lips and began to gently massage the clitoris. Impulses of pleasure rushed to the brain. In the mouth and continued to move a hard member of Sergei.

- Do not dare to caress lustful fucking! - Boris Petrovich shouted and pushed me slightly with his foot. - I did not allow myself to fuck! Stop immediately bitch.

I just glanced in his direction and reluctantly removed my hand. Although I wanted to get her back. Then Sergey pressed my head to himself. His penis tense up, penetrated his throat a little and sprayed a powerful stream of sperm. I felt how it began to flow into me right into my stomach. The member slipped a little out of the throat, and the second jet hit in the mouth, instantly filled it. Behind her, the third I tried as best I could to swallow the sperm. But there were so many. She began to flow around the edges of her mouth, flow down her chin and drip onto her chest. The member is only slightly twitching and significantly reduced in size. I swallowed something like cum. And slightly began to suck already limp member.

Then Svetka wheezed.I glanced in her direction and saw how her nose rested against Boris Petrovich’s belly. I released a member and sat on the floor booty. My knees are already tired. Now ... Read more →