The nails gripped the shoulders of the man with force so that, God forbid, not to lose the tiny point of contact between their bodies.

In the doorway, a mother wrapped in a towel suddenly appeared and, seeing her daughter's legs tucked up, somehow exclaimed plaintively:

- Masha! ..

- Mom, get out! - the girl abruptly cut her unwanted now lamentations. And she added imploringly: - Please.

The woman backed away, having got into the arms of the second guy who was behind her, and he, who was just as naked and pleased as his friend, saw the picture of the Machinery Fall, raised his thumb approvingly. The girl had almost no strength to blush or be embarrassed: everything was crowded out by intoxicating bliss, and at this moment Masha wanted only one thing - that she would never run out.

But Nicholas, finally, broke away from Masha and enthusiastically reported:

- Great! You're just sweetie!

From these words, sweet warmth spread across her hardened nipples, as if caramel melted, and then bitten lips covered a moist kiss, and a whisper was heard near her ear:

- Let's go to you? - either he asked, or he called Nicholas, and Masha immediately jumped off the table and took her hand, like a baby, into her room, now her man.

In the room she immediately collapsed on the bed, she did not even undress: as she was wearing a sweater and a skirt from above, she pulled her new lover back on herself - it wasn’t really tolerable. And with the first push, she screamed happily, immediately catching a short but bright as a flash orgazmik. And then, behind the smooth unhurried movements stretched pulsing pleasure.

Nicholas hung over the girl, touching her only the lower abdomen, looked at her face with the satisfied gaze of a well-fed cat who had eaten sour cream, and moved rhythmically, filling the cramped, hot girl's womb.

At first, it was even a little painful, but then Masha was enveloped in some kind of fluffy cloud of pleasure, which even occasionally shooting through the pain of careless or sudden movement was perceived by her as a necessary course of events. It was all like a warm summer cloudy sky, where a light breeze plays in clouds, mixing them up into a delicious sweet foam. The girl soared and nezhilas in it, dived deeper and substituted the body under the ever-increasing impulses. And with every minute the wind was gathering strength, catching up heavy thunderstorm clouds with lightning zigzags flashing with tight jolts. And then it burst out! Sharply, loudly, so that Masha's ears screeched from her cry, and her body began to bend and toss either towards Nicholas's movements, or vice versa away from him.

When the storm subsided, and her hands were powerlessly scattered across the bed, Masha was finally able to open her eyes, with an effort she opened her disobedient eyelids and somehow concentrated her still dull eyes on the man.

- Wow! Zakolbasilo you in adult! - he genuinely admired, and Masha immediately wanted to rebel that she had long been no longer a child, she knew firsthand how it was “grown-up”, but then she changed her mind: what difference does it mean, the main thing is that it “has killed”! She came to herself for a couple of minutes, smoothed her convulsive breathing and soothed a shudder at her knees, and then, fearing that such a delightful feeling of pleasure would dissolve for good, excitedly said:

- I want more!

Nicholas instantly broke into his broadest smile, sitting down close to the girl, and suggested:

- And let's completely undress!

And quickly helped Masha get rid of the remaining clothes.

Finally, when he saw the young, naked beauty, he smiled again, appreciated what he saw with the word “candy” and brought his still firm “candy” to his lips. And she, without thinking, smacking her lips, licked her smooth, slippery, warm flesh.Nicholas gently swung forward, his head dived inward, then backward, lingering on his lips for a second, and again inward, now a little deeper, as if he was groping for a convenient way, looking for a path to mutual pleasure in short steps. So they played for a while: the man strove forward, Masha pushed him with his tongue, and then sucked his lips back into herself. The pushes were smooth, neat and even gentle, and Masha again caught her chest, apparently another caramel melted, and Nicholas also stroked her cheek with her hand, as if encouraging the girl for such a game.

- Maybe you want more energy? - he finally offered to make a variety.

“Ugugum,” Masha mumbled back, pushing her tongue against the resilient head.

The man moved his hips, and the most important part of his body slipped deeper, right up to his throat.

- Akgykah! - Masha immediately choked, but the caring head rolled back in time, and the girl managed to swallow saliva.

A man's palm lay on the back of her head and confidently pulled the car head forward, pushing the dick in the girl's mouth in a new way. And again, everything was neat and gentle. The girl quickly adapted to the new depth, finding the right breathing rhythm. Forward, backward, on the lips, along the tongue inward, across the palate deep into the throat, up to the stop and again, and again, and again ... Masha closed her eyes, surrendered to the rhythmic movements of the muscular thighs, and enjoyed confident penetrations. Nicholas gathered her hair in a bun, twisted it into a tight braid and, like a leash, drove the Machine with its head — frankly, “grown-up”, fucked her in the mouth, puffing with zeal. Then the adjusted rhythm got off: a member stopped in her throat for a couple of seconds, so that Masha caught her breath, then her mouth was free and immediately filled again. At this time a member lingered in the throat longer, so much so that Masha, choking on flesh, began to choke.

- Uyhgykham !!! - the indignant girl desperately faded away, pounding her palms on the torturer's belly and thighs, at the same time trying to push the cock out of herself, swallow her saliva, grab air and move away. But the iron hand firmly held her in place, not allowing even to move, and when it already seemed that pleasures, sex, and even life itself came to an end, her lover abruptly pulled out of her.

- An, an, an, - Masha bit the air with her numb lips, swallowing it in large chunks together with tears rolling down her cheeks.

And before the girl had time to say anything or swear, Nicholas stuck his cock in her mouth back from elasticity. And it all happened again. Smooth, rhythmic, deep movements gave way to an unexpected stop in the throat itself, but Masha quickly managed to tune in even to that rhythm and now, besides everything else, she felt a certain pride that she could easily do such things. And in retaliation for her torment and from herself she introduced a variety: she slightly but sensitively bit the head when she was near the teeth. Nicholas, a scoundrel, just smiled, looking at his girlfriend's fun, and Masha even thought, if not to grab him by the end stronger, so that besides the impudent smile on his face something else appeared, but at that moment the lover somehow suddenly started then he stopped, then started again, jerked and did not erotically groan, and Masha felt her mouth filled with warm and viscous. She puzzled stopped, not knowing what to do next, but when a member splashed a couple of times, I had to swallow it. Only then the man allowed himself to exhale noisily and gently remove the penis from his mouth.

- Vauuuuuuuuu! - in his exhalation, it seemed, all the male pleasure from all over the world had gathered. - Well, you give, Sweetie! - after that he collapsed powerlessly next to the girl, pulled her shoulder to him and kissed her lips gratefully. But they didn’t have a chance to lie down in each other’s arms for a long time: somewhere in the depth of the apartment the phone was sharpened. Nicholas, grunting, slid off the bed and disappeared behind the door, and a minute later he reappeared beside him, already half-dressed and mumbling something into the telephone.

“... well, of course, do not worry, I will do everything,” he promised something to someone in the handset.

- Where are you now? - Masha clearly heard a loud female voice.

“Yes, we are having fun with friends of Vova,” Nicholas confessed quite unexpectedly and honestly.

- Zadolbal you are already your jokes! - the woman from the phone was indignant even louder and added more calmly and quieter: - let's not be late!

- Yes, dear, of course, dear! - the man assured her and disconnected.

“Wife,” he explained, when he saw the car’s slightly puzzled look, “worried.” Sorry, - he somehow childishly timidly shrugged his shoulders, - the family is a sacred thing ... you understand yourself ... you have to go ...

But Masha did not understand much of his muttering and simply clarified out of politeness:

“And you told her the whole truth?”

- Surely! - Nicholas perked up. - I always tell the truth. - And so that Masha did not ask further questions, he explained: - When you speak the truth, few people believe in it, and to live at the same time is much simpler: you don’t need to invent and remember anything. Such is the simple truth of life. At the same time he winked and smiled again, noticing the sad-sour expression on the Face Machine.

- Do not be sad, Sweetie, somehow later pobezobraznichaem. Agreed? - Nicholas stooped and smacked her nose.

“Yeah," the girl agreed, seeing him off.

Five minutes later, when the bustle of wires subsided in the hallway, my mother timidly squeezed into the car room, this time tightly wrapped in a bathrobe. She carefully sat down on the edge of the bed and touched her daughter by the shoulder:

“Masha, forgive me,” she began in a plaintive voice, but Masha pressed her hand to her cheek, not allowing her to continue her apology.

“It's all right, Mom,” Masha reassured her.

I didn’t want to talk at that moment absolutely, and the girl tiredly closed her eyes and tucked her knees to her stomach so that, God forbid, hummingbird birds fluttering there.

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