at the hairline. She looked into all her eyes, changing her eyes, looking for a trick. At first it seemed to her that the member slipped and jerks between Veronica's reduced hips. Uncle Misha's big pink eggs prevented him from catching the moment of penetration. But then, with each new blow, she became more and more convinced of the reality of deep fucking.
"But how?! How is this possible? ”Solntseva tormented, sighing heavily. It would be because of what upset, she can always say that she did not have time to peep. But does this change the essence of the matter?
Uncle Misha raised Veronica from the mattress and set it on the wooden flooring. He himself stood a little lower. Now, having found an emphasis in narrow hips, he clung to a slim young body, fucked him hard, flying with a wide range, splashing pubis into tender balls. Veronica was holding with two hands on the bench nailed to the wall. She barely kept her balance, Uncle Misha’s strength was transmitted to her by powerful shocks. From this, flew hair whipped up, breasts trembled. She was passionate and malleable, like an experienced figure skater in the hands of a strong partner. Spanking on the pope was accompanied by the groaning of Uncle Misha, quiet ohova Veronica. His pubic beat like a wound. Katya, unable to withstand the torture, put her hand in her shorts. Wary looking around, she came to the conclusion that she was safe and no one would ever know what she was doing, spying on Veronica’s sex with Uncle Misha.
Kissing herself, Katya thought about one thing: how not to screw up and finish with a man. After all, he will finish in Veronica? She would like to experience, at least theoretically, all the nuances of a male orgasm attached to a young female body. She had long been languishing in expectation of discharge, and pleasure quickly overshadowed her eyes. Now she was looking at Uncle Misha's face with burning greedy eyes for signs of the approaching end.
He was restrained and accurate. Methodical and practical. But as always. Having fucked a young ass, he took out a steamed steel bolt, all smeared with grease and saliva, which he constantly lowered onto the barrel during mating, pulled off the condom and, turning Veronick over to face him, sat her under the very hole in the wall. The observation deck provided Kate Solntseva the opportunity to enjoy someone else’s successful ending experience. Veronica coped well with the role of the second plan, or the first. She began to suck and work with her hands, gently moaning, looking from below into his eyes, begging for an orgasm.
“Ask,” he croaked.
“Please,” she begged.
Solntseva, of course, could not help but hear the request of a friend.
“You ask badly,” he was stern, though he was playful.
- Please, my dear, - swagger Veronica. - Cum on my face, come on! - she grabbed the eggs and began to pull at them, like a milkmaid who drunk a cow and accidentally went into an open-air cage to the bull.
Misha clenched his jaws and, grabbing a member at the very head, began aggressively chasing the skin. Veronica closed her eyes, sponged out. She was gorgeous, inimitable, and sat just opposite a hole in the wall. Sunlight penetrated through the windows in the door, decorated in a rich flood with a young face with gold. A second later, the first clots of nacre fluid sprayed onto it. Misha shot correctly, not losing the chance to cover his entire face with a thick mask. Regardless of the morning double in the boat, he was full of strength and juice. His eggs buzzed like a hive. Having emptied them, he enjoyed looking at the paste mask. The girl sat still, smiling, afraid to open her eyes.
- Everything? - She babbled.
He turned her face to the viewing point.
- Now you can lick.
- Thank.
She began to collect sperm with her fingers, lick them. Everything that was on the forehead, cheeks, chin, hung on the nose and eyebrows were carefully collected in the mouth.Veronica periodically licked her lips, showing a mouthful of sperm.
- What are you not swallowing? He asked, grinning.
- Now, do not rush - she smiled a wide smile. “Here, look,” she opened her mouth.
Mother of pearl clots high lay under the sky, the tongue covered the throat gap with the root.
Misha grabbed Veronica by the throat, his palm clasped her thin girl's neck with a claw. Shaking it down, he flushed another clot of saliva into Veronica’s mouth.
“Swallow,” he ordered, dropping his throat.
She closed her mouth, nodded, closing her eyes, diving her chin down and forward. The next moment, her bird goiter re-opened, demonstrating the complete absence of traces of sperm. Tongue fell out on the lower lip, flew in a circle.
- Still! She squeaked merrily.
“Later,” he patted her cheek. - If you behave well.
- Yes, daddy.

23
At this time, on an abandoned meadow near the lake, Andrey Solntsev held Nastya by the handle. The kiss, torn from the lips of the beauty, was complemented by a scarlet poppy found in the thick grass.
- Thank you, - Nastya brought the flower to her lips.
“You know, what happened today, we'd better keep it a secret for the time being,” Andrei smiled his beloved with sadness in his eyes.
Nastya squeezed her lips.
- For now? She asked.
“Until you graduate, at least,” Andrew continued to smile. It seemed to him that with a smile he would be able to dilute the situation, brighten up contrasts.
- And what's next? - Nastya looked at him with reproach.
- Then ... It is better not to think ahead, - his smile became stupid.
Nastya turned away.
“I understand age,” she said sadly.
- Yes, and where is the age! - Andrei gritted his teeth. “Your parents will tear me apart if they find out.”
“Coward,” Nastya blinked contemptuously.
- Nastya, I just want you to have no problems, - Andrei let go of his hand, frowned.
“You think it worries me so much?” - Korchagina broke out like dry hay. “You can't even take care of your own daughter.” Where do you think Katya is now?
Andrei took a closer look at Nastya.
- Walking somewhere. Why? He said uncertainly.
- And the fact that Katya is now watching how Uncle Misha fries sprat in tomato sauce. And studying. Because he wants love too. And you don't love her at all, even though you are your own father. Only you think about your interests, - Nastya was upset. Turning away, she folded her arms across her chest, puffed up her lips.
Andrew tried to hug her shoulders.
“I love her, Nastya,” he said softly. - And what, Kate is in love?
“I don’t know,” muttered Korchagina.
- Did you tell her about us?
- Again you about yourself, just think, no matter how you get caught! - Nastya rushed and, taking two steps to the side, froze.
- This is not true, Nastya, - Andrei immediately clung to her. - Nastyush. I think about you and me. About you. Constantly.
- Do you love me any more? - she turned, met him with an inquisitive look.
- Of course. What does “more” mean? I always love you and I am not going to leave you, - Andrei stroked Nastya on the shoulders, his look became begging, like a complainant.
- Then imagine that I am Katya. What would you do if you found out that your daughter is sleeping with an adult man? - Nastya brow took off, her mouth opened. She longed to hear the answer, bitter, sugary - whatever it was.
- I would talk to her, - Andrew muttered.
- Strictly? - Nastya smiled.
- May be.
- And what's next?
- What?
- would punish? - she continued to smile.
- May be.
She turned away, smiling shyly.
“So punish me like your own daughter.” And do not punish her.
Andrei grinned, took a step towards Nastya. She turned and met his eyes, wrapped her arms around her neck. Her eyes languidly closed. She dived for a kiss and did not emerge while breathing was enough. They stood on the edge of the meadow, not a soul around, even the fishermen did not go so far. And what to do here?
Looking up from her lips, she sank down on Andrey's knees in front of Andrey and began to unbutton the belt of his jeans. He helped her. She pulled off the briefs herself and immediately attached herself to the limp and swollen flesh.Her greedy mouth wrapped in a sausage, slid lips, licking it, sucking erection with kisses. A member of the hard in her hands, poured a strong healthy tin.
“You are my dear,” Andrei moaned, grabbing Nastya by the head. He stroked the girl's hair, played with his fingers with her earlobes, while she was doing blowjob.
Nastya, bringing the dick up to her condition, rose and, turning her ass to Andrew, put her hands on the birch tree.
- You want to be strict, be strict with me, - she wagged her ass, sitting down on a member. - You want to punish her, punish me. And just love Katya.
- punish? - Andrei jerked off Nasty shorts with panties.
“Yes, punish me,” she languidly rolled her eyes, throwing her head back, arching her back at the waist.
Andrew jerked into Nastya, he had already rolled the condom. The case in the girls' bedroom told him that he could not walk without protection. Now, grasping Korchagina’s succulent thighs, he gladly stated that the girl was all flowing. Inside she was hot and elastic, her soft ass bounced on the penis. Nastya with two hands holding onto a birch tree, podmahivaya pelvis, sitting down on a member.
- punish you? - Andrew enthusiastically considered the options of punishment.
- Yes, punish, - Nastya moaned.
He pulled out a member, swung and smashed the forest with a ringing slap. Nastya's ass flashed red from the palm of her hand. Sun has already flown into the burning bosom, he fucked her again, clutching her hips.
“Punish,” Korchagin groaned in a half-whisper, sobbing.
Andrew repeated the sacrament. This time he beat backhand several times, holding Nastya in front of her belly. She flew, squealed, but again sticking out her ass. He burned a bright flame. And Andrew again grabbed his hips. He was tearing her, slapping her pubis, vkolachivaya steel, horn sticking out the flesh, in a gentle squishing vagina.
Nastya Korchagin with a distraught gaze closed her eyes, fell down over the birch. Her shame went away with pain.
“Punish,” she whispered.
And Andrew satisfied her request. In childhood, the father often punished her, about the same way, only with a belt. Now she felt the pleasure of a rolling orgasm and the scarlet flame spilled under the skin of blood. Her butt burned and pleasure accumulated there. Once again, after a powerful series of blows, she could not stand the squall of penetrations and finished, bending in half, lowering her hands on the trunk.
At this moment, clinging like an abnormal thigh into dispersed thighs, Andrey Solntsev also huddled in his orgasm. He dropped his lips to Nastya’s bare back, a T-shirt slid over her head, completely hiding her. A waterfall of hair wrapped Korchagin’s red inverted face, only a thin string of saliva stretched from the lips, clinging to the grass, swaying under the fading vibrations of the bodies.