holes, all this was accompanied by some rustling of paper.

It seemed to me that now everything was swinging much more than when Vasya fucked me. But my thoughts were far away. Impulses of pleasure rushed to the brain forcing moans of pleasure out of my lips. It was good, I felt the approach of an orgasm. Taras sweepingly fucked my little hole, driving me into his penis to the full length. It happened that a member fell out and holes, and wanted that he took his place in it. This did not have to wait long. And again the slaps and my moans resumed. It became a little hot, the nipples rubbed against the cups, adding additional sensations. I closed my eyes, and another wave of orgasm seized my body. I was trembling with moans and some other sounds. My holes pulsed. Taras evidently realized that I was finishing and accelerated so much that it seemed to me that this was not a man, but a car. Already everything squished in my pussy. I did not even understand if the second wave immediately rolled over me. I already failed. And all sweaty Taras fell on me. I have not heard anything. It seemed to me that I generally fly in the clouds covered with euphoria pleasure. Only the weight of Taras reminded of himself a little.

He whispered in my ear, but I could hardly understand it. It even seemed that the moans of the Yankee, which was near me, came from the distance. I was just trembling. The holes were throbbing, but Taras’s member was still in me.

- There is here! What is happening there! - we heard a cry behind the door, jerking the handles and attempts to open the door. - Who's there? Open up! I'm going to call the police now!

I still had little thought. I felt that a member of Taras came out of me and pulled a part of my lubricant. I lay there. I wanted to rest. There was no desire to get up anywhere. It was so good. Vasya began to bother me.

- Ilona! Ilonka! He shouted and shook my shoulders. - Let's get up, the guard will be back now. Get ready quickly.

Only then something began to reach me. I began to try to rise, but my body did not listen to me well. She got to her feet, they were shaking. It seemed to me that shakes me from side to side. Light coolness swept over the tummy. The whole crotch was wet. Sperm on the legs and face dried up in some places and it was not so pleasant to move. Guys frantically dressed. Yanka wiped her crotch with a newspaper, I pulled one out of the pack and also tried to wipe it off. But the newspaper did it very badly.

- Ilona! Lets go faster! - Vasya shouted to me again and was already fastening the belt. - Go get dressed. Not enough that he had you here almost naked caught.

I somehow passed on to my things. The legs still did not normally obey, the holes pleasantly reminded of themselves after good sex. Tights time to wear was gone. I poked them in the bag. Yanka has already pulled her jeans. I wanted to wear my jeans, but I couldn’t stand on one leg. Taras came up and held me. I put it on my left leg, then on my right leg. Although the crotch was still wet. I did not notice the panties where they went. The jacket turned out to wear faster. Taras helped me put on my boots again. Vasya, meanwhile, opened the door. I wore a hat on the crumpled hair. Wiped her lips and face with her hand. I do not know what was on my face. There was no time to really clean up.

- Girls! You are ready? - again heard the question Vasya.

- Yeah almost. - I replied and wore a jacket.

- Let's run then. - Taras urged us and he became at the door.

We grabbed our bags and bags. It was not comfortable to move. I felt like the priests still stood out from the seed. Damn, another spot will be as I go then, scrolled in my head. There was no one in the corridor. We quickly ran again through the dark and empty corridors. Lucky that no one got to us.

We went outside. Cool evening air swept the body. It became a little easier. Already quite dark. And we even did not notice. I found wet wipes in my purse and began to wipe my face and lips. Yanka wiped her face too. There were almost no pedestrians.It seemed to me that everyone was looking at us, but people were rushing about their business. She took off her hat and coke-like untied her hair. The guys were watching us and laughing. From the outside, such a procedure looked ridiculous. For a couple of minutes, the coke was cleaned up.

The guys offered to take us to the dorm. In this form, it was still impossible to go to the store. We slowly moved through the streets of the evening city to the direction of our dorm. Have some kind of neutral conversation. The guys told some jokes and stories. We chuckled softly to ourselves. From the side did not say that recently they fucked us. Only our appearance and holes reminded about it.

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