- Come on, hule ... - Makarych went to the tree along the way collecting brushwood. - One dick today will not be confused with affairs. Rest!

- We rest ... - Moldavin nodded. - Things will not run away.

A few minutes later, a small fire cracked. A Moldovan fished out of his backpack one more “one and a half”, but already with moonshine. Makarich on a small hemp laid out and cut a simple snack and poured the moonshine into iron glasses.

- Well, for health ?! - He offered a toast to groin, raising a glass.

- We will! Come on!

The men drank and ate a bit. Makarich poured more. Moldovan threw a few branches in the fire.

“You should at least get dressed.” - Paha grinned in the direction of Moldavanin. - You walk with a bare ass.

- Does it bother you?

- Well no...

- Maybe embarrassed, eh?

- Fuck you!

- Gee-gee-gee ...

- Fucking dress up? The holiday is in full swing!

- This is yes! Oh, what got!

- Yes! Not that slut local!

- Do not speed! In a week you will praise these slut!

- Maybe I will! But this girl is the highest grade!

The men, incidentally, enthusiastically discussing the delights of my wife, drank the second. Poured more. We drank. Lit up.

- Where the fuck Kirya? - Paha was indignant, throwing a meager snack in his mouth. - Ryukzakov horseradish wait! There tushonka ...

- And he has a heifer there! - Moldavin laughed.

- And what? - I do not understand groin.

- Ah ... for sure! - nodded Makarych. - He fucks her there. Tochnyak!

- Again? - Doubt the groin.

- What did you want? Young. Like this? Spermotoxicosis!

- What?

- Do not you remember yourself in 20?

- Well ...

- Fuck wildebeest! I, too, at his age, 10 times a day, climbed a woman! - Nodded Makarych.

- Here are bitches! - Spat groin. - We are waiting for him here with Hawk, and he is there a woman spire!

- Give one more!

- Come on!

Fifteen minutes later, between the trees, Olya appeared, mechanically striding ahead of Kiryukha, who walked behind with a contented look and dragged three backpacks.

- Where are you stuck, fuck? - Fucking asked groin.

- BUT? What? - Kirya went to the fire. - You che, drink without me?

- What are you, calf come without us?

- Yyyy ... - Kiry osklabilsya. - Yes, I'm fast!

- Here's a freak! I told you so! Fuck ... wait fuck! - they all chased each other.

- She podmylas though? - Moldavan took an interest in pointing to the approached Olya.

- Yes. All a bunch.

- Okay ... get the hawk!

- Take this! - Makarych handed a young glass.

- Uh ... - One sip waved Kiryukh moonshine, and without biting, he stretched out a glass. - More!

- Oh, what!

- Youth, hula!

- Spermotoxicosis, gee!

- Che ?! - I did not understand Kirya.

- Yes, all ... just kidding, fuck!

- Let's raise!

- What are we drinking for ?!

- Let's go to steal!

- ABOUT! Yes! For our beautiful! For coming to us more often! For bringing girlfriends! To often such stolen to us looked!

The men were gay homily and made jokes in the direction of Oli, who was standing where she was.

- And what we have not treated the lady ?! - The Moldavian was indignant, and having picked up the poured glass stepped to my wife. - On, beautiful, drink!

- I do not drink. - Olya poorly refused.

- Not understood? Drink say, fuck! - The Moldavian was already pretty drunk and his manners have deteriorated a lot. - And then in ebalo right now you get, for disrespect!

- Eeee ... Harosh there spoil the girl! - Were indignant at the improvised table.

- Drink! - He barked again, and Olya flinched and choked over a cloudy liquid. - Like this! Come to us!

He pulled her to hemp by the hand.

- And then you stand there like ... lahudra! - Looking drunk at fallen hair on his face, he said and let go of his hand. - Take something! Hair take in the tail! And the view is like a kikimora. Quickly, said!

Olga again started and looked around her. Not far from the tree to which I was attached was a piece of loose rope. Olya slowly approached him and picked up. And suddenly she realized that she was standing right next to me and I was looking at her.

As for me, there is no longer any strength left for resistance and jerking. Breathing was hard. Extremities have become numb, and all that I felt is a strong pain in the back of my head. Vomiting is getting stronger. My head was spinning. And if not for an improvised gag, I would have vomited long ago.

After what happened, everything seemed unreal. As if it was not happening to us or to the movies. I looked with empty eyes at my wife, who was fucked several times in front of me and there was only pain in my head. Olina's eyes filled with tears, her lips began to shudder and she froze a few meters away from me.

- Why are you stuck there? - hailed from the fire.

Olya started, quickly blinked, and leaned over to pick up a piece of rope. After that, without taking my eyes off me, I collected my gorgeous hair and tied it over the back of my head.

- Why are you there ?! - A Moldavian with a glass was again approaching us. - On, drink!

Olya took a glass and quickly drank almost choking. Nobody offered her a snack.

- ABOUT! And you say you do not drink! - remarked Maolavanin. - What are you doing here ?! Come to us! Guys are waiting!

He hugged her around the waist and pulled her to the fire. Olya was still looking at me and weakly rested.

- What are you ?! - Moldavian was amazed drunk, he looked into her face and traced the direction of his gaze. - Ahhh! I already forgot ... right there your cock!

He stopped pulling her aside and grinned at me. Then he turned his gaze to Olga and pressed her closer to him.

- Did you miss? Well, good, good. Stay here! Next to her beloved husband! - Moldavian grinning looked at me.

Everything floated before my eyes - apparently I got a good concussion. But despite this, everything that happened was fixed by me. Let it be detached, unreal, sometimes somewhere in the depths of consciousness, but I understood everything that was happening. But more often something clicked in my head, dre was running into my eyes, and I looked at the world as if through a veil, everything was like in a movie. And a voice inside me reminded me: this movie ... an adventure that became a drama, and then turned into a dirty porno, happens to me. With us.

In front of me is a charming, young, spectacular, though a bit in tears porn actress ... Stop! This is my wife! Oh, yes ... wife. We came to hunt ... How a headache!

Next to her is a naked man in a black mask. Completely naked, but for some reason to the trampled kersey boots. Strange ... A man grins pretty in my face, and brazenly paws a naked beauty. Holds her hand over her gorgeous bust ... the size of the third? ... no less. Or in extreme cases, the second. Yes, I remember ... exactly the second one. Beautiful breasts. Kisses He has a huge cock that hangs between his legs. Even in a sluggish, hanging position, he is fascinating. Next to such a beauty he is not long, probably will be sluggish? Well, for sure. Like an awakened monster, he shudders and slowly begins to pour blood. A man helps himself with his hand. I would not help ... On such a beauty, and so will rise! Stop!!! This is my wife! Yes. Yes ... it's this gnarled and huge organ that reacts to my wife. I remember ... Just an hour ago, he was already in the body of this actress. Well ... that is, in my wife. And she jumped on it. I remember ... And then she came. My wife came from this huge dick! Wait ... she's being raped! Oh, shit, my hands are tied ... and my head ...

Or maybe it's a dream? Nightmare? And I wake up at home. Some kind of nonsense is dreaming ... It seems like my wife is being fucked in front of me, and I am sitting. Can not be. Sleep ... it's just a dream ... Just look, and then wake up. My wife would not have taken someone else's dick! Would not have kissed another man! And now, again ... The man in the mask says something. Pretty woman takes a dick in her hand and starts to jerk him. The man is pleased. Still ... I would ... Read more →