- Hello, Raccoon.

- I'm not a raccoon.

- Who?

- Egor.

- And Egor can not be a raccoon? Or a raccoon Yegor?

The question put him in a dead end. While he was thinking, I climbed onto his bed and sat behind him. As usual, at the moment of extreme idleness, he looked at some nonsense.

- No, I think definitely can not - he finally spoke.

- Why? - I leaned slightly to the left and smacked him on the cheek.

- I do not know, although everything is possible.

- Doesn't raccoon mean? - Now I leaned to the right and smacked him in the right cheek. - And then who?

- I do not know.

- Maybe a lion? - I pulled Yegor closer to me, paving him between my divorced legs and making him a comfortable, cozy chair.

- Maybe.

- No, you're not a lion.

- Why is it not a lion? - immediately Yegor was indignant.

- Well, you and the lion, somehow do not stick.

- Okay. And then who?

- Badger?

- You yourself badger - he gently butted my head.

- I'm a hamster. Everyone knows that.

- Well, yes, but I'm definitely not a badger.

- You must be a tigress.

- Probably, why?

“Well, tigers have such fur pants on their hind legs, just like yours.” By the way, are you hot in such and such sportswomen?

- Fine.

- Would change for something easy.

- Take it and change it - he threw back his head, looking into my eyes.

I kissed him lightly on the forehead and turned my head back to normal.

- What are you sir. Take it off, then put it on.

- I can myself, if they bother you so much - he began to roll his pants down.

- You can and without them at all - I gently touched his boxers.

- You can - Yegor easily agreed. - And yet, we did not find out who I am.

- What do not you like tiger?

- He is too big.

- Are you a small and agile beast?

- I think yes.

- Maybe you are a koala?

- Koala is not a predator. Mash, what are you doing? - he threw back his head and now was honored with a kiss on the tip of the nose.

- Little wolverine?

- Too trite - he hugged my knees, existing for him, like the sides of a chair.

- Fenech?

- Is that a fox?

- Yes.

- Too eared.

- But cute and funny. Just like you.

During our easy discussions, I completely freed Yegor from the sportswomen and began to gradually pull off his boxers. He initially knew what the game was leading to, but both of us liked it and we were in no hurry. He raised his pelvis a little, giving me the opportunity to take the boxers off him completely. A pair of jerky movements with their feet and an unnecessary detail of linen flew to the floor. Egor remained only in a T-shirt and socks.

- Maybe you are a ferret?

- No, I'm definitely not a ferret.

For a moment we fell silent. With my left hand, I gently took his scrotum, with my right, slightly jerking off and beginning to harden a young organ. I heard him breathe a sigh of relief and feel ready to enjoy.

- ermine? - I easily and gently kneaded his dignity.

- What is it like?

- Almost like a ferret, but the color is different and all that.

“I don't know, I'm not sure,” said Yegor and looked down.

I peeked over his shoulder. Driving my thumb and forefinger over his hardened head, I pressed a little. A few drops appeared on the tip. Quickly picking them up, I immediately sent them into my mouth and put my hand back into place.

- How do I taste? - Egor threw back his head.

- As always, sweet and a little salty - I kissed him lightly, now on the lips.

His hands lay on top of mine, giving a dumb sign that you can caress more intensely.

- What do you think about foxes? - the left hand gently and promptly milya scrotum, right gently nadrachivali member.

- What about foxes? - Egor is a little tense in anticipation of the approaching orgasm.

- Maybe you are a fox?

- Maybe. Which one then? - he fidgeted between my legs, tightly sitting down and clinging to me.

I saw the fingers on his legs gently tightened and unclenched, signifying the pleasure and intimacy of an orgasm.

- I do not know. Fenech is also a fox.

- Yeah, but I’m definitely not a fenech - he held my left hand a little, showing how he liked it better, but I played my game.

- It is clear - for a second I removed my hands.

- Hey, where are you going? - he turned to me, as far as stretching allowed.

- Now, now - I took a pack of napkins from the bedside table.

Returning one hand to his dick, the second I tried to remove the napkins from the pack. It turned out so-so.

- Let's help - he snatched the pack from me. - How many?

- Two. Unwrap them completely and put them between your legs.

He did as I said. It remained only to slightly tighten and tuck them under it. Having returned my hands to the starting position, I continued to warm up the dignity.

- Op-op-op - he ridiculously jerked his legs stretched out.

- Egorkin - I leaned over his ear, feeling the pulsation in the testicles and penis. - Are you ready already?

“Almost,” he whispered, throwing his hands over his head and clutching at me tightly.

I felt that at first he had shrunk all over, his pelvis collapsed a little, he tried to make forward movements, breaking my hand. I earned a little faster and more intensively.

- Mind! - He sobbed for the first time, and I felt a strong pulsation in his penis and his testicles sharply compressed.

He clutched at me with a strong grip, and I wrapped my arms around her as best I could while continuing to work my palms.

- Ay! Mash - his pelvis moved a little back, we leaned forward, and then he sharply leaned forward.

The first portion of the fat spot flew out of the penis and lay clearly on the spread napkins.

All the same, I gently and intensely continued to doodrach him, feeling like new portions spill out of the penis. Now and my hands covered with fresh, warm moisture. Yegor under me was shaking and finished. Sometimes he would whine a little, sometimes he would take a deep breath or just sob. Sharp numerous frictions, trying to fuck my hand, were a sign that bliss was coming to an end and he was draining the last drops.

- Well, that's all - I squeezed the last drops out of him and raised my hands.

All hands were covered with fresh sperm. Raising them to my face, using my lips and tongue, I quickly brought them to a state that was simply wet from saliva.

Out of breath, Yegor lay on me and looked at all this. He spread his arms amusingly. His stomach rose and fell, as if he had just run a marathon.

- Now carefully remove the napkins - I carefully removed the napkins from under him, wiping his dignity with dry edges.

- But other?

- A little rest and I'll clean you in the bathroom.

*****
Egor was lying on me in only a T-shirt, spread his legs royally and exposing his contented, sluggish dignity to the entire room.

He swayed slightly between my legs, using his outstretched arms as a stop for myself, and moving from me to bed as a lever.

- Well, are we going to the bathroom? - once again throwing his head, he asked.

I'm just a little wet. That tasty orgasm was not mine, but it seemed I was more tired than Yegor, working on his rapid outburst. Reaching out to his genitals, I lightly walked with my fingertips on the head. She was oily and sticky from the last flowing droplets. The rest of the flesh was already just sticky or with small crusts of dried sperm.

- Carefully get up so as not to slap the bed and go first - I gently pushed Egor in the back, forcing him to sit down. - I'm right behind you.

He gently slid to the edge of the bed, lowered his legs to the floor and very quickly flew off into the corridor. After examining myself between my legs and not finding obvious traces of recent pranks, I also got off the couch and headed to the bathroom.

Egor sat on the side of the bathroom, turning on a thin trickle of water in the sink and watched it flow into the sink.

- Let me clean you up - I knelt in front of him.

Easy lizk ...