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Note:

The middle part of the story probably turned out to be dry and prim, but this part of the rule no longer exists (: And please read the previous parts so that the question does not arise. Thank you!

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On the entrance, a slam of closing doors slammed, then another louder on the floor below, gradually bringing back to consciousness the girl still lying with the bulging ass.

Feeling her cool concrete step on her forehead and recalling the recent incident, Christie sharply lifted her head and turned back.

“No one ...” she thought with relief, not finding a soul on the landing, either from below or from the top of the stairs, which means it was just a dream.

Running a glimpse of her slender body and lingering for a moment on her elastic bulging buttocks, she rested her head on the step again, thoughtfully closing her eyes. She mentally scrolled her recent dream, imperceptibly getting excited and slowly moving her hand along an elastic tummy to her still insatiable crotch. Slipping her fingers into the grease-soaked panties, she stopped abruptly, not feeling much of an obstacle on her way to her pussy. Opening her eyes, Christie glanced at her crotch, finding that her jeans were wide open.

“Did I, right here, masturbating, turn off with my jeans unbuttoned?” - Asking herself a rhetorical question and trying to find an excuse for everything that was happening, she also involuntarily continued to examine her crotch.

In the dim light of the lamps, she clearly saw her slender, widely spread hips, as well as the light sheen of a wet crotch. Her labia, as if wrapping her jeans, gave off long, viscous and white drops of grease, forming a small puddle on the concrete step. Most of these discharges, which were not lucky enough to fall on the step, blurred out by extensive dark and wet smudges on the hips, gradually drawing wet paths to the knees.

“How it looks provocative and vulgar,” she thought, fastening her jeans, “you urgently need to go home and to the bathroom!”

Rising from the step, Christie continued on her way to her floor, feeling the fluid seeping incessantly, spreading in jeans, forcing them to stick to the inner surface of the hips.

She quickly came to her door and was ready to open it, she stopped when she heard strange, muffled sounds, periodically turning into moans coming from the floor below. Curiosity took its own, and, sneaking, she headed for the elevator shaft.

Previously, there was a garbage chute in the house, which was located behind an elevator, but once someone fell into it. Rescuers had to turn around the whole system to get that loser, and then decided to completely dismantle it from harm's way. Since then, only a small empty space remained behind the elevator shaft (approximately 2 by 2 meters), and the hole where the pipe had previously passed was welded by a metal hatch.

Carefully approaching the sealed hatch, she heard quiet, but already distinct voices.

- What are you all the coward and hesitate! For a long time everyone went home! Suck already come on! - a young male voice sounded softly.

There was a small hole with a diameter of a couple of centimeters in the hatch through which, if you put your eye up, you could see what was going on below. Another plus in this situation for Christie was that the street lights partially illuminated the lower floors, but at the same time leaving all the upper floors in total darkness. Only a side window, in rare situations under the moonlight, could illuminate this god-forgotten corner.

Kneeling on her knees in front of this hatch and looking cautiously into the hole, Christie found a young couple - a guy standing at the wall with slightly lowered pants and a girl squatting in front of him.

- I'm still not sure.It seems to me that someone is watching us! Are you sure we are alone? - She asked after a short pause.

- We have long been alone! How can you repeat! Play with your tongue with my testicles, the guy impatiently asked, insisting on his own.

There was a slight smacking sound.

- So?

- Yes, yes ... Take them in your mouth, play with them like candy ... - he did not lag behind her with his requests.

Her tongue fluttered over the head of his penis. The girl gently squeezed his scrotum, each time increasing the pressure, allowing Christy to see how the testicles try to jump between the thin fingers of the girl.

- Mmm ... yes! More, more ... Do not stop. You're so agile! - throwing back his head, he moaned from pleasure.

Our Christy enthusiastically watched as the girl, playing with the scrotum of the guy, already slowly to the ground swallows the member, and the guy, putting her hands on her nape and holding her head tightly, began to gently move her ass, back and forth, allowing the member to go in and out get out of her mouth.

Christie was fascinated by the sight that unfolded before her. The member was much bigger than she had ever seen. With a riveted look, she watched as he slowly slid into her mouth, from which leaking saliva flowed in, faintly shimmering in the faint light, like a boy's heavy hanging eggs, with each of his push, slapped barely audible on her chin.

Having settled in the fetal position and touching her shoulders with divorced knees, our heroine continued to spy on the young couple. While one of her hands unconsciously reached for the perineum, from which a new lubricant was oozing abundantly, dripping onto the cool floor of the entrance with barely noticeable transparent threads. Fingering her clitoris, Christie gazed intently, trying to see every detail through the gap in dim lighting, while regretting such poor lighting.

At this time, the couple began to fuss, changing their position. The girl quickly got up on all fours, and the guy fell in behind and, taking his rather big penis, sent him into her expiring and thirsty bosom.

In the silence of the entrance came the quiet moans of pleasure. The guy slowly immersed his big gun centimeter by centimeter in her hot womb. Reaching the base, he slowly began to go out of her, until only the head of his member remained inside, and then again, but a little sharper, plunged into it all the way, forcing the girl to cry out loud.

Christie watched them in a trance. Especially for the girl, barely keeping her balance, while her full breasts swayed freely under the sweeping and sharp jolts of the guy who was literally hammering her vagina.

Over the next ten minutes, Christie's mind, which had watched the couple have sex violently, began to come up with more and more obsessive ideas.

“I wonder how it is to feel such a big dick deep in her pussy? What is it like? ”She reflected, simultaneously trying to imagine herself in the place of that girl lying in the entrance of her house on the floor with her legs wide apart and unhindered allowing this guy to sink into her pristine narrow pussy while unsuspecting parents were waiting for her . She imagined how this guy is constantly accelerating their movements, accompanied by loud sighs of Christie, and she would be trying to spread her slender legs more and more to get his huge trunk. Christie tries to hide her insatiable desire, but as he intensifies his pressure, literally breaking a narrow gap, she breaks into loud moans. Approaching his climax, the guy is stepping up his pace, at the same time grabbing Christie's legs, barely noticeably trembling on the verge of an orgasm. Sharply spreading them to the sides by 180 degrees, he makes her cry out from acute pain in cartilage, and then, making the last and sharp push into the deepest of this insatiable vagina, fills it with his sperm.

Her imagination was interrupted by a short cry of a girl whose body shook with a strong surging orgasm.Noticing this, the guy made a couple more sharp movements, driving his piston to the ground, ...