loud, rhythmic slaps of Goshina's hips on her buttocks. Finally, Misha groaned and took out his penis a little, began to cum right in her mouth. He let go of her ears and grabbed her hair, as before, with one hand, and the second clasped her jaw and squeezed her lips as much as possible, preventing her from shedding her seed out. Irina felt the salty taste of warm liquid, pulsating jets filling her mouth Misha, lowering her eyes, watched with pleasure the movements of her Adam's apple while she swallowed his sperm. A member of the Boss quickly faded, but he was in no hurry to remove from her mouth.

- Let him rest in the warmth, - Michael winked at Viktor Vasilyevich, - It's good there. Sorry you did not try!

- Do not worry, Misha! It will be necessary - I will try. Now the main Lori! I came because of him today. And, by the way, you have it here under the contract, right?

- Yes.

- How much? ... For how long is the contract? Do not you know?

- Well, I was told that for a month. Maybe two. And then the competition. They will be transferred there.

- Well, this is understandable ... And when is the competition?

- In late August, it seems. Or the beginning of September. A week later, Kostya should come, he surely knows. Well, you can already learn from Amiraslanov.

- Come on, of course, I ask. Idle I thought you knew for sure ... And Kostya is a doctor for them, or what?

Misha, drawing attention to the fact that Gosha slowed down the pace, but began to push his dick into Irina more boldly, he moved a little closer and, putting her head on his thigh. With each blow of Gosha, her head moved forward and slippery from the sperm and her saliva, the flesh was completely hidden in her mouth, funnyly inflating her cheek.

- Yes, doctor. He is a good spec. They will all come soon. With the second group. Now there they have a new party. And we need workers. Sport is not particularly necessary for us! There is a lot to build.

- Ok, ok, Misha. Not at the address crying. I do not resolve such issues, - he squinted at Irina’s head, which was indifferently lying, and, watching how the woman’s cheek swelling to the beat of his nephew’s cheek, remarked, - well done, well-attached!

He lit his extinguished cigar, he continued:

- And give me the wine that you poured me at that time. Is there more?

Misha perked up:

- Of course there is, Victor, Vasilyevich! - he called loudly, - Maga! ... Magomed!

The doors flew open and the same guy in leather boots entered the room who disheveled Irina.

“Bring wine, fruits, there ...” Misha went over to his language and explained something else to that last.

The guy nodded with a quick exit, closing the door behind him.

Gosh continued furiously gouging at the point of the woman’s body, limply waving. Several times her hands were bent from fatigue, unable to bear the weight of her own body. Misha raised her shoulders and, somewhat moving back, dramatically pulled her to him, dropping her breast onto the sofa, removing the load from her arms. A member of Gosha jumped out of her ass and the anus remained a gaping reddened hole from the long work of her nephew, reddened. The young man, a little saluted, spat into the hole and hoisted his gun back, resuming the tempo he had brought down. Now her body was swinging on her breasts, pushed under her with greater amplitude. The head was placed on the penis of the host again beginning to harden, and when returning, it almost let him out of the mouth.

- Misha, Misha, well, you're a hero! - Viktor Vasilyevich cried. - second round, right?

Misha was modestly silent, moaning excitedly and looking as each time his sexual organ swells, then hiding completely in Irina’s mouth, then half protruding. Finally, the member got stronger and again began to rest on the woman’s throat, causing her loud croaking sounds.

- Well, come on, the new, Nine! Said Misha cheerfully, and seizing the weakened woman frantically began to fuck her in the mouth.

- Eka sold our Misha! Oh, gosh?

Hoshha giggled and leaned back and stretched to the jeans lying on the floor. After a moment, he fished out the phone from there and, turning on the camera, directed the lens to Irinin's ass. Taking out a member, he took several pictures of a gaping anus. Then, putting the head, made a couple more shots. After inserting it in half, he again took several shots and another series from different angles by entering it all the way. Staying completely inside, he stretched his hand with the phone forward, he began to photograph her head, moments when Misha inserted his sexual organ into her mouth all the way. Then he switched the camera to video mode and again moved in her rectum, smoothly changing the angle of shooting, and shifting the lens from the head to the ass.

- What are you doing, tomboy? - Viktor Vasilyevich laughed again. - Imagine yourself Tinto Brass?

- And who is it, Uncle Vit? - without stopping the shooting asked the young man.

- It does not matter ... But it will be necessary to do your cultural education at your leisure!

- And now there is leisure, Uncle Vit! Is not it so? I have long wanted to make good porn. Dirtier. We tried with the boys already. Nifiga did not work. Heifers like logs or vice versa as abnormal. Dick, in short did not work. Here such, to us! Stopudovo everything would be cool. Sea of ​​sperm, anal - not a problem. She all do not care. What you want can be done. Vaughn - Uncle Misha on the tonsils inserts - to go nuts!

The old man laughed and stroked Laurie behind the ears.

- Okay, think of something ... Oh, Lori! Pretty boy! He did his job on the side. Well done, my boy, well done! These two guys are no match for you, are you? It's been an hour to tear your bitch and all the best ...

The dog often whined, turning his face to the old man and staring at him with devoted eyes.

Silence reigned in the room again, interrupted by rare moans, sometimes turning into the noisy characteristic croaking of a helpless woman. This meant that the Boss ferociously began to drive the head of his dick into her throat.

After a while, the old man said in a bored voice:

- Can you change your pose? Himself not tired? Oh, Misha?

Misha looked at Gosha:

- Come on her sofa, here ... Or not - wait! Sit yourself and her over.

Gosh wrapped his arms around his stomach and, without leaving him, he got up, turned around and lay down on his back, dragging her along. He stretched her legs on either side of himself and, grasping the back of her thighs, pulled them up, spreading them slightly to the sides. The red and wet slit in her crotch opened up and dog sperm began to flow from it, lubricating the anus with Gosha's member sticking out of it.

- Class, Uncle Victor! Here is a good one !!

- That's it, son! Listen to the elders, while we are alive, - grinned the old man, getting up and coming closer to look at the kind of splayed on the nephew of a woman. He rubbed his glasses and hoisted back on his nose, began to look at him, examining the piquant pose of the sprawled Irina. Laurie jumped up and walked over to the old man, pressing himself against him.

- Well done, gosh! Now start herachit from the bottom up. Just look do not let go. Feel the border.

Misha, meanwhile, moved Irina’s head on his back to the side and pulled her up to his side and inserted his still uncharged member back. He had to squat and bend the penis down with his fingers, directing him into the open mouth. However, she could not with such a pose press out as before, and the Boss did not get the pleasure that was before. Then a thought occurred to him, and he jumped up from the sofa, put the condom on and went between the legs of Irina, and easily inserted the dick into her vagina.

- Ltd! Deepy, Uncle Mish! Cool, - Gosh screamed. - Vashche buzz. You can do nothing, but it feels like the second one is rubbing. Here it is!

- Yes, gosh, you know a lot about women! - Viktor Vasilyevich sarcastically summarized, returning to his chair.

- Gosh, - said the Boss, pulling a member out of Irina, - Let's go a little back, away, otherwise I’m uncomfortable. Just go back down, bro.

The guy again grabbed the woman by the stomach, moved deeper to the back of the sofa and again thrust his hands under the hips Irina threw them up and to the side, giving the Host to join up to her front end.

- Come on, Uncle Mish - insert!

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