By the way, with Sasha after that incident, with the very mischievous devil, we often had something interesting in sex. Crazy, fast but very bright. We somehow did not become a boy-girl, but we were often satisfied with a regular attraction to each other, and were still somewhere at the level of just friends.

Somehow we ended up on the same one. I tried to take care of Anya, a long-legged volleyball player. But she frankly turned me on, and then at some point she simply picked up a pig squeal.

I just got tired of it and I went to get some water to the kitchen.

It was a hot spring, soaring before the rain, and only Sashka turned out to be in a small kitchenette. He just stood and smoked by the open window.

- What, did not give? - immediately said on the move. What I always liked about this girl was just plain railway directness in some places.

“This one will, of course ... But nothing, all is not lost yet,” I opened the fridge in search of something to soak my throat. But I was still thinking about long, tanned, slim and even, almost Anky model legs. So I wanted to cling to his lips and walk from the fingers on the legs to cast hips.

Anka herself I do not really, to like as a man, all the same was stupid. But her lower body was just chic.

- Want me to give? - resounded from the window.

I closed the fridge and looked at Sasha. She was wearing her favorite sneakers, jeans and a short, tight T-shirt, almost a topic. Cloth tightly wrapped around her chest. Sasha did not like to wear bras, and one could easily see the breasts themselves, and even the size and shape of the nipples. It was stuffy, and this stuffiness entered through the open window in the kitchen, settling in small droplets of sweat on Sasha’s neck and bare belly, while she kept her hand behind her and shook the ashes out the window.

- So what? - asked, straightening the bangs.

- Are you serious?

- No, damn, I'm kidding. I know you, ”he healed again,“ I saw you staring. Everything is clear there. In addition to the ass and there is no - empty in the head. And today she obviously will not give you, - he again threw the ashes and looked out the window. - But I do not mind. Though here. But you think quickly. And then he wants - he, the whole apartment.

I looked back at the door, but everyone was busy recording and could hear the usual feast noise coming from behind the wall. There was something about it. Here, now and immediately. It is in her style. I grinned and stepped up to her.

- And if they are caught?

- Well, we are not going to deal with cannibalism. Or plan a terrorist attack.

- Come on, otherwise you will change your mind, - I reached out to hug her, but she put her hand forward.

- But but but! First condition.

- Condition?

“Yeah,” clutching a cigarette between her lips, she bent her right knee and began to untie her shoe. When finished, she pulled off her shoes and put a leg in a gray sock on a stool. “At first,” and slyly glanced at me, “satisfy me.”

I always got her such games. Yes, and did not need to beg for a long time - behind the wall Anka was laughing loudly. Kneeling down, I took Sasha’s foot with both hands. She leaned back and rested her booty on the windowsill, still smoking. I pulled off my sock, and noticed that Sashka had made a small tattoo with a floral motif on the top of her foot.

- M, tattoo?

- Come on, fewer words. And something else will be found.

I started with a kiss to the tattoo. And then he went down to his fingers with his lips. He began to embrace all the little ones, alternately letting them into his mouth between the lips, slightly licking, and then moving on to the next. I lingered on the big one. Having clasped my lips and slightly biting the pad with my teeth, several times I circled him with my tongue, slowly, but persistently.

Sasha continued to smoke, but carefully watched me. It was difficult to say whether she began to eat out, as she was slightly reddened from drinking and sweating from stuffiness on the street, but her nipples began to bulge more clearly, and her puffs became longer.

I turned her foot sock to the top and kissed the base of the fingers, and then ran my tongue under them when I heard the sound of a zipper being unzipped.

Sasha removed her stretched legs and already lowered her jeans with panties.

“Bitch, you can do it with your tongue ... and if you’re off, you’ll even give you ass.”

I didn’t have to persuade me before such a prospect. Having pulled back a stool, I moved on my knees closer to her, to her fluffy pubis.

“Nah, not there,” she turned around briskly, showing me a bare, rounded ass. I always liked her buttocks. Though Sasha’s breasts were small, it was the ass, ripe apricot.

She leaned on the window sill, doing another puff, and threw me over her shoulder:

“You know how I drag.”

She threw a cigarette, and hands spread her buttocks to the sides, showing his anus. Oh, yes, from what, and from anilingus Sasha got a joke. I moved closer, leaning against her ass, right between soft buttocks, and kissed her anus, and then literally bit into his lips. She relaxed, and I added a tongue, stroking it until she opened her hole and I could not get inside. The skin on her ass glistened with sweating, large drops rolled down her buttocks, settling on my cheeks. She was very hot, but inside the sensation of the tongue was literally burning.

Gradually, Sasha began to moan. There was something insanely exciting about this, when we could be caught up at any moment, in a small kitchen, by an open window, especially so — Sasha with jeans kneeled to the knees, divorced buttocks of his own hands, and me, kneeling in front of her, with tongue in her anus.

This is a crazy wake. I unbuttoned my jeans, took out my already rising member and began to nadrachivat it. Soon she began to moan more often, and I added circular movements with my tongue inside, licking her stenochku. At some point, she lay down on the window sill, her knees buckled slightly and breathed loudly, and then held her breath altogether. A shiver passed over her body. A little more polizavav anus, I got up and put my dick to her still open hole.

Sasha did not even protest when I immediately drove the head, expanding even more the ring of her anus, and then began to push the rest of the length.

- Well, where are you going? - Sasha finally woke up, but she did not particularly resist.

- Bitch, you, Sasha. Natural, - having reached almost to the eggs, I pulled her by the elbow, forcing her to otlipnut from the saucer and straightened, and then dug a kiss into the neck. At the same time I started to move a member in her ass.

In the next room, everyone was still walking, bottles were ringing and the TV set was working loudly, and we, trying not to make too much noise, with our jeans down, were fucking like crazy rabbits. I greedily kissed her neck, pressed her to me, pawing and crushing her small breasts, while she tried to podmahivat me with a pelvis, sometimes at random, which added a certain amount of excitement. She smelled of cigarettes and a little sweat, and both smells then turned me on. I liked to pull out the member not to the end, but, reaching the head, to stop in the ring of her anus, pushing it with the thickest part of my member, and then again rush forward, inward.

Sashka again soon began to flow and began to moan softly, biting her lip, trying to hold back the cries inside her. Both of us were pretty drowsy, so that her T-shirt had already begun to stick to her body. I pulled the top of the edges up, and pulled off her, disheveled her short haircut, then threw it on the window sill.

Now my hands lay on a naked breast with a piercer in one nipple, squeezing a hot, wet body, feeling sharp, springy nipples. I was close to finish when Sashka suddenly began to protest.

- Hey! Wait! She whispered loudly. But I was already on edge, the code sperm moves from your eggs on the member.

- Well! Not! Who said! - she began to weakly push me hand to the side.

I squeezed her chest, pressed to me, with the last two movements I finished almost deeper into the eggs and began to pour into it.

- Fool!

Only having squeezed everything out completely, I was able to inhale and asked.

- Well, what are you doing?

It turned out that I did not put her T-shirt on the window-sill, but by, I threw it out of the window.

- Moron! Run, lift! Where will I go home?

Throwing on my own leather jacket and leaving a second cigarette in the kitchen to smoke, still smiling from what happened, I went for a T-shirt.

Returning, I found Sasha on the flight of stairs. In my jacket, on my bare chest, not buttoned, she glistened with a shiny body from neck to navel in the uneven light of the stairs.

“Here,” I handed her a T-shirt, but she literally pounced on me, grabbed me by the collar and kissed me, long and long, with a tongue. Pulling back, Sasha said in a chesty voice.

- I also want ... here.

At that moment, my cock went up again, and somehow I never thought that it was one thing in the kitchen to be caught by friends, and another thing was right here between the stairs.

But Sasha was clearly on edge, and this feeling was passed on to me too. She jerked me to the stairs, kissing me on the lips, squatted in front of me, and busily pulled out my dick, began to nadrachivat it, and when he was completely strong, she also added her lips, clasping their head and letting them in slightly. There she began to lick his tongue. I began to reach the second time, but Sasha could not tolerate. She got up, walked up the stairs and again lowered her jeans, almost to her ankles, sat down, squatting. Her legs were on the sides of my head, and the pelvis hung right from above, so I had to lean back on the step higher. Her bare ass was right above me. She did not say anything, only moaning in anticipation.

I obediently began again to lick her wrinkles of the anus, licking my own sperm from the developed hole, while Sasha held her hands on the railing.

Her little hole did not close to the end, and it was easy to take my tongue inside, so I soon added an index finger to it, alternating between them, pulling out the tongue, and walking past, flashing its stenochka inside with a finger. Being excited, with a bare standing member, I did not pay attention either to the place where we did it, or to the taste of my own sperm from her ass.

Sasha lasted even shorter, quietly swearing several times, especially when I began to move faster, and soon finished again, sitting down on the next step. Her last moans walked in a small echo throughout the entrance.

Breathing heavily, with a broken leather jacket that exposed one breast, she looked at me with dull eyes from under half-closed eyelids.

- Man, - all that Sasha could say.

- Well, what about me? - my dick was still standing.

- BUT? Oh yes ... you know what, come to me - she got up. - Stop already to dry for that fool, all the same, except for the ball, she did not hold anything in her hands. I'll just take the cigarettes.

For a long time we did not linger. Sasha went like that, in my leather jacket to a naked body and without one sock. We wanted to have sex on the way, but all could not find either a place or a case, so we had to endure right up to the room in the hostel. But there already surrendered to each other in full.