he.
- Where did you get this? - he got up, hiding the excitement. A prowling tiger approached the evening meal.
- That's not mine. Katya bought for herself.
Andrey has reduced eyebrows, for a second having presented the daughter in a dress of an evening butterfly. Gritted his teeth. Veronica noticed a change, her clear gaze opened her lover with a call, she opened her lips slightly, preparing for a kiss.
“You promised not to punish her?” - she whispered languidly.
He took her by the shoulders, looked into the burning eyes.
“I will keep my promise,” he answered, just as quietly.
- Punish me instead of her? - her voice trembled, the eyebrows flew up, her chest flew high, filled with a volcano of passion. How much he had learned about Korchagina’s excitement at dangerous moments of rapprochement, now her nipples were burning with hardness under the dress. He stroked the elastic boobs, clasping the delicate fabric below. A member of his shorts burst into steel, rested in his pants, pushing his way up.
- Where to punish you? - Andrew slipped his hand under the dress and immediately felt the hot lips of the vagina. Nastya all flowed, his girl, did not even fake her panties!
- Come on, - Korchagina attracted him to the bathhouse.
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Misha Korchagin took the news of the planned trachea of ​​his daughter without enthusiasm. He could not have imagined that right behind him, such passion-face would flare up.
“Our urchin has ripened everywhere,” he gnashed with his teeth, calculating options for revenge.
But the situation was diluted by Veronica, a reliable assistant and partner in the dacha leisure.
- You're not going to be angry? - she hatched innocent eyes.
- What do I care for him on the head? - He said, and immediately stupidly laughed with a pun.
“That's what I think,” said Egoza, efficiently. - If he fucks Nastya, it means that you can Katya.
Misha chuckled, they sat in the garden, waiting for Solntsev. She hesitated in the house before going to the lake.
- And Katya herself wants something? - asked Korchagin, for the first time showing weakness and confusion in his eyes and voice.
- Even as he wants! - Veronica jumped around crazy. Her round eyes were throwing stars. - Afraid, but wants. So do not rush with her.
Misha nodded, licking his lips.
On the path among the bushes, bare legs of the Sun were dancing. She was wearing shorts and a sweatshirt, a sweet candy for any men's party.
“I am ready,” the cheerful Sparrow reported Katia.
- If so, then we go, - Misha unwittingly smiled, imagining how to remove these shorts with panties, check the readiness of the Sun for the first communion.
And here he is, leaving Katya to walk around the lake, sneaking to his dacha to catch the lovers by surprise. What a disgusting sight to be. The situation is settled by the omnipresent Veronica, who still has time to command:
- You're not going to bother them? - Egoza looks down in unctuous fucking gaze.
“We'll see,” he says through clenched teeth.
“Nastya will not thank you later,” Veronica chews her lips sympathetically.
- What do you suggest? - Mikhail is restrained, like a hunter. The case is moving towards mining.
- We'll see and go. And then you will tell Uncle Andrey everything you want - Veronichka blurs into a smile, the dimpled cheeks look like two ruddy apples, shameless, filled with matte shine in the sun.
Misha is not sure he wants to watch. He is already not sure of anything. The summer cottage is empty, the breeze is playing with the leaves of the trees in the garden. Calm before the storm. Egoza running forward, scout. Sneaking up to the bath, squatting on the side, her chuika, like that of a purebred hound, feels fucking dirty about a mile away. Eyes are burning, bouncing teeth.
Misha walks up to the bath with a heavy step, you can not watch, the groans of her daughter and the grunting of a presumptuous relative are very characteristic.
- Shh! - Veronica puts a finger to her lips, her burning eyes desperately wander, stop at Michael's groin.
She backs off, letting him crouch beside him, join his eye to the hole.
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Nastya, bending down, grabbed the bench. Her wrists and ankles are tied to wooden legs. The body slowly pours hot fatigue.
“I will not do it again,” she murmurs theatrically, looking around.
“Of course you won't,” Andrei is restrained, a cold gaze polishes a streaked red ass, peeking out from under the flayed dress.
He swings and slaps the bristly buttocks with a belt. She squeals, flies on tiptoe. Breasts are shaking, Nastya lowered the upper part of the dress on the belt. A thin filament of saliva oozes from the open mouth of a girl.
“Please don't beat me,” she begs in a child’s voice.
He discards the belt and thrust sticking member in a hot womb. Hairy pubis is glued to the burning priest. Starts to fuck her, slowly bringing the rhythm to the limit. Lubrication smacking, accumulating white splashes on the penis. Fingers it removes it and spreads on elastic bands stockings.
Andrew entered into a rage. Korchagina’s desire — a dark one that has developed into masochism — is also teasing with its abnormal sense of realization. The anger overflows with a vengeance, now he is pounding Katya for deception, fucking Nastya for love, remembers Olya for treason. In a rage, he pulls a member out of a broken hole, grabs Nastya by the hair, pulls in and slips her squishy mouth on a stake with a protruding barrel.
While she eagerly sucks, he presses her hips, forcing to choke. The belt in the hand inflicts crushing ringing strikes. Yelps and tears sob run off, freeze on the head, which knows no mercy, tears into the throat gap, beats in the mouth with a powerful piston.
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Michael sank down on the grass, violence over his daughter, although clearly stingy, caused him an animalic interest. Nastya played scenes from childhood, how often he beat her with a belt while she squealed:
- Daddy, I will not, do not beat me, please.
And she fucks with Andrew and can not forget. Roars, as in childhood, is experiencing with a clear pleasure. After all, otherwise why should she fuck?
- Do not pay attention, - whispers Veronica, smiling defiantly.
She has already unzipped the fly, pulled out a member and flirts tongue with the head. Misha puts his eye more tightly, his hand rests on the back of his neck and squeezes with force from above. She wheezes in the head, two hands clasping the trunk to keep balance. Misha rises on his heels and swings pleasure in steady blows. While chaos is created in the bath, he feels mute rage, unspoken, unexpressed, except for the tight girth of a girl's nape. Her lips and sponges are beating, smacking and squelching. This hole sniffs covetedly and Snuffles in the trunk. Misha grunts, looking at the miracle that was stuck on the penis, hung like a leech, spread out on the grass.
He takes off his mouth, Veronica immediately sits down with a volt, sticks his left leg under his knee. With two hands, she chases a thin, almost immobile skin along the trunk, powerfully and aggressively, preparing to receive guests. She knows how to act, works quickly and smoothly. Lifts a T-shirt, applies a steaming cock to a hot belly and chest, hairy eggs rub against an inverted navel. The fat head looks out from under the shirts around the neck. Veronica starts sucking her. Full contact, she rubs all her hot, wriggling body on the penis, sits on it, continues to work aggressively with her hands under the vest.
Misha can not stand such care, besides in the bath business also came to a denouement. Nastya plopped down on the wooden flooring and, having thrown back her head, sucks and licks Andrey's groin. He towers above her, his legs spread wide, his eggs swaying rhythmically, his hips playing with muscles. Nastya has a broken pink slit spreading along the floor, but the hostess is keen on a delicacy that pours from the horn of plenty without stopping.
Misha shoots under a T-shirt, finds a greedy tongue and splashes thick jets in her mouth.Veronichka greedily swallows, her eyes glow with a coveted glass shine. He strokes the fidget, urging her not to deny himself the pleasure of licking him and now himself without a trace.
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