- Daughters-mothers. Chapters 15-17
- Daughters-mothers. 18—23
- Daughters-mothers. 24-27
- Daughters-mothers. 28–31
- Daughters-mothers. 32—34
- Daughters-mothers. Chapters 35-36
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32
Andrei woke up from a light rustle in the room. Opening his eyes, he closed his eyes from the predawn radiance outside the window, but managed to notice Korchagin jumping on tiptoe around his backpack. Immediately I remembered yesterday’s conversation. Katya and her venture to repeat the experience of Veronica, Misha, who had nothing against it.
Frowning, Andrew turned over and tried to fall asleep with willpower. But I was already sick to sleep.
“Olya would not approve of such a thing exactly,” he imagined a daughter copulating with a big man, and besides, in a boat.
- Where are you looking, dork? - the former would hiss.
Andrei sighed heavily, bit his cheek. He was not a hypocrite, what a sin to confess, at the very stigma of a gun. But the difference in his case was in feelings and reciprocity on the part of Nastya. For Michael, it was an ordinary hunting passion. Misha won't even blink when the time comes.
“Just waiting for his finest hour,” Andrei thought gloomily.
But what can you do? All traps are set, snares stretched. Korchagin goes hunting.
Suns heard a neat knock of heels on the stairs, and his heart sank. The daughter always went down characterfully, keeping her hand on the handrail, sideways aiming for where to step. At last, the whisper of Solntseva was heard, she was clearly not in herself, her enthusiastic voice acquired a horn. Or maybe it's in the morning she had not had time to have breakfast?
A couple came out and flooded outside on the grass, apparently, knocking down dew. Michael walked heavily with rubber bogs, green cherry cherubshahala next to flights.
Andrew through a dream, suddenly rolled, with anguish thinking about the rights of the feudal lord on the first night. Something like that he himself felt - a medieval peasant, from whom he had just been forced to take his bride.
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Someone climbed under the covers and, plunging headlong, plunged into the process of groping personal belongings. First with thin hands, and then with the mouth.
"Veronica", - a hunch flashed in the clouded mind.
He lifted the top edge of the blanket to see a deep blowjob in all its glory. Insatiable beast greedy piranha stuck to his penis, buried her nose in the hairy pubis, clasping the trunk at the very base. The sponges and even the teeth of the girl were crawling on the rapidly awakening flesh. Fingering the skin with her fingers, the piglet held a solid stick in a hard ring, with the tip of her tongue flirting with the head.
Their eyes met: her - contented, smirking, his - unasked, displeased.
Andrew turned out and sat down, pulling away his cheek.
“Well, that's enough,” he croaked, covering up the rearing groin.
“Nastya will not know anything,” she whispered enthusiastically. - She also went fishing.
Andrew looked at the miracle in the feathers with a puzzled look, she sat before him on her knees completely naked. Panties, shorts and T-shirt lay on the floor.
Do not give up the same blowjob?
“Suck, since I started,” he thought.
Andrew let go of his hand, pulled the penis towards the girl's head, which covered the most sensitive part of manhood with a gentle mouth.
Veronica began to suck with a new force. He only had time to hold her by the ears and pinch her nose so that she would not be fond of teeth. With her fingers, she grabbed eggs, drew them away, and massaged them like a milkmaid who was used to a farm outflow. I had to restrain her ardor.
He pulled the condom out of the bag under the bed, quickly rolled it over the trunk and knocked the pigtail on its back. She cheerfully stretched thin, like a frog's thighs, revealing a smoothly shaved pink slit. Stuck into it, Andrew instantly flew at the very eggs. Tight vagina loudly slurred, let the barrel inside, abundant lubricant contributed to deep penetration.
He didn't have to pretend, he fucked rudely and cynically.Exclusively in order to bring yourself the maximum pleasure. Apparently, this last nuance and caused a double passion from the litter jumping under it. She did not want to put up with the position of the hostage of someone else's will, heels and fists pounded on the back and Andrew’s buttocks, demonstrating how good she was. Her screeching and wheezing complete the picture. Andrey put his chin into the corner of the bed, clasped narrow hips with two hands, in the center of which a small bottomless hole played, and began to move like a train flying downhill. With a jackhammer, he pinned a screaming child's body of the Pigalitsa, pushing a narrow pelvis onto his penis. Fingers closed in the lock on the soft buttocks. With two palms in the bowl, he met her with powerful blows.
“Cum in my ass,” came the impatient, insistent voice under it.
He stopped and looked at the tortured, flushed body beneath him in bewildered gaze, with a contented full face shining above. All filled with her own saliva and tears, Veronica, with large round eyes, was staring with a plea at Andrei.
Her hand had already slid down and, taking out a steel member smeared with a whitish grease, sent it to the nodule of the anus.
Andrei grunted, feeling the crater's rubber bog slowly tighten it.
"Well, bitch!" - he thought, plunging into a very tight sphincter ring.
Veronica, stretching her fingers in the boat, pulled them into a broken vagina. New yelps heralded the pleasure that she extracted from the process.
“Well, whatever you want,” he again grabbed the girl by the bones of the pelvis and scored at first with small punches, gradually increasing the pace.
This time he did not lie down on her, so as not to interfere with her work. Leaning back on his heels, Andrei found it necessary to put a pillow under Veronika's ass. Her tight point gradually relaxed, becoming almost as deep and bottomless as the vagina.
- What are you good there! - reminded fidget about the pleasure obtained in such a strange way. Until now, her eyes were half covered, but now she arched her neck, looking under herself, where a powerful torso was beating her in the anus.
- Fuck me stronger, even stronger! - Veronika bitterly bit her lower sponge, a glassy look, staring ahead of her, unseeing, glittering with lustful gloss.
He accelerated, more powerful hammered hips.
“I want to finish with you,” her stretched fingers quickly grabbed a swollen fold at the base of the pubis.
Andrei felt how Veronica's anus was compressed uncompromisingly.
Like a vice, he thought.
The pupils of the girl swam up under the fallen eyelids, her mouth opened a little, she grabbed the air, like a fish thrown ashore.
"Here is a bitch!" - he once again came to unwitting delight, contemplating in front of him the depraved nature of the girl, who used the key. Her ass is tightly clenching a member, like a native fist. Hot broken hole rubbed against the pubis, irrigated with colorless secretions. Finally, the breasts were burning with hard nipples of the nipples, trembling with gentle swelling of fatty tissues, spreading along the ribbed chest.
Throwing the heels of Andrew on the shoulders, Veronica gave herself a smack of eggs. Suddenly, her pelvis shook as she passed the wave through her body. Having curved her back with a wheel, she ended with wide open eyes, wide open on a saucer. Sticking out the tongue, turning it up, rubbed the clitoris chaotically. Andrew planted a chicken on a spit and froze in orgasm. A tight anus barely let the powerful streams of sperm rush inside.
The door creaked. Nastya Korchagina rushed into the room in a whirlwind. Her face, twisted with rage, did not foretell anything good. In her right hand she held a black leather belt, the buckle dangled dangerously on the other end. With a swing, she hit the discouraged lovers with all her might.
- Bitch! I hate it! - from Nastya's eyes tears spilled.
The blow fell on the wall and only partially touched the belly of Veronica. Pigalitsa tried to close his hands. Andrew, meanwhile, grabbed the belt, wrapped the end on the fist.At the same time he tried to get a member of a tight anus, but he did not relax in any grip. Exploding inside, the trunk widened at the end of the blood flow. The orgasm continued to excite Andrew’s groin area, trembling with involuntary contractions under the testes. Suns with all clarity suddenly ... Read more →
Andrei woke up from a light rustle in the room. Opening his eyes, he closed his eyes from the predawn radiance outside the window, but managed to notice Korchagin jumping on tiptoe around his backpack. Immediately I remembered yesterday’s conversation. Katya and her venture to repeat the experience of Veronica, Misha, who had nothing against it.
Frowning, Andrew turned over and tried to fall asleep with willpower. But I was already sick to sleep.
“Olya would not approve of such a thing exactly,” he imagined a daughter copulating with a big man, and besides, in a boat.
- Where are you looking, dork? - the former would hiss.
Andrei sighed heavily, bit his cheek. He was not a hypocrite, what a sin to confess, at the very stigma of a gun. But the difference in his case was in feelings and reciprocity on the part of Nastya. For Michael, it was an ordinary hunting passion. Misha won't even blink when the time comes.
“Just waiting for his finest hour,” Andrei thought gloomily.
But what can you do? All traps are set, snares stretched. Korchagin goes hunting.
Suns heard a neat knock of heels on the stairs, and his heart sank. The daughter always went down characterfully, keeping her hand on the handrail, sideways aiming for where to step. At last, the whisper of Solntseva was heard, she was clearly not in herself, her enthusiastic voice acquired a horn. Or maybe it's in the morning she had not had time to have breakfast?
A couple came out and flooded outside on the grass, apparently, knocking down dew. Michael walked heavily with rubber bogs, green cherry cherubshahala next to flights.
Andrew through a dream, suddenly rolled, with anguish thinking about the rights of the feudal lord on the first night. Something like that he himself felt - a medieval peasant, from whom he had just been forced to take his bride.
###
Someone climbed under the covers and, plunging headlong, plunged into the process of groping personal belongings. First with thin hands, and then with the mouth.
"Veronica", - a hunch flashed in the clouded mind.
He lifted the top edge of the blanket to see a deep blowjob in all its glory. Insatiable beast greedy piranha stuck to his penis, buried her nose in the hairy pubis, clasping the trunk at the very base. The sponges and even the teeth of the girl were crawling on the rapidly awakening flesh. Fingering the skin with her fingers, the piglet held a solid stick in a hard ring, with the tip of her tongue flirting with the head.
Their eyes met: her - contented, smirking, his - unasked, displeased.
Andrew turned out and sat down, pulling away his cheek.
“Well, that's enough,” he croaked, covering up the rearing groin.
“Nastya will not know anything,” she whispered enthusiastically. - She also went fishing.
Andrew looked at the miracle in the feathers with a puzzled look, she sat before him on her knees completely naked. Panties, shorts and T-shirt lay on the floor.
Do not give up the same blowjob?
“Suck, since I started,” he thought.
Andrew let go of his hand, pulled the penis towards the girl's head, which covered the most sensitive part of manhood with a gentle mouth.
Veronica began to suck with a new force. He only had time to hold her by the ears and pinch her nose so that she would not be fond of teeth. With her fingers, she grabbed eggs, drew them away, and massaged them like a milkmaid who was used to a farm outflow. I had to restrain her ardor.
He pulled the condom out of the bag under the bed, quickly rolled it over the trunk and knocked the pigtail on its back. She cheerfully stretched thin, like a frog's thighs, revealing a smoothly shaved pink slit. Stuck into it, Andrew instantly flew at the very eggs. Tight vagina loudly slurred, let the barrel inside, abundant lubricant contributed to deep penetration.
He didn't have to pretend, he fucked rudely and cynically.Exclusively in order to bring yourself the maximum pleasure. Apparently, this last nuance and caused a double passion from the litter jumping under it. She did not want to put up with the position of the hostage of someone else's will, heels and fists pounded on the back and Andrew’s buttocks, demonstrating how good she was. Her screeching and wheezing complete the picture. Andrey put his chin into the corner of the bed, clasped narrow hips with two hands, in the center of which a small bottomless hole played, and began to move like a train flying downhill. With a jackhammer, he pinned a screaming child's body of the Pigalitsa, pushing a narrow pelvis onto his penis. Fingers closed in the lock on the soft buttocks. With two palms in the bowl, he met her with powerful blows.
“Cum in my ass,” came the impatient, insistent voice under it.
He stopped and looked at the tortured, flushed body beneath him in bewildered gaze, with a contented full face shining above. All filled with her own saliva and tears, Veronica, with large round eyes, was staring with a plea at Andrei.
Her hand had already slid down and, taking out a steel member smeared with a whitish grease, sent it to the nodule of the anus.
Andrei grunted, feeling the crater's rubber bog slowly tighten it.
"Well, bitch!" - he thought, plunging into a very tight sphincter ring.
Veronica, stretching her fingers in the boat, pulled them into a broken vagina. New yelps heralded the pleasure that she extracted from the process.
“Well, whatever you want,” he again grabbed the girl by the bones of the pelvis and scored at first with small punches, gradually increasing the pace.
This time he did not lie down on her, so as not to interfere with her work. Leaning back on his heels, Andrei found it necessary to put a pillow under Veronika's ass. Her tight point gradually relaxed, becoming almost as deep and bottomless as the vagina.
- What are you good there! - reminded fidget about the pleasure obtained in such a strange way. Until now, her eyes were half covered, but now she arched her neck, looking under herself, where a powerful torso was beating her in the anus.
- Fuck me stronger, even stronger! - Veronika bitterly bit her lower sponge, a glassy look, staring ahead of her, unseeing, glittering with lustful gloss.
He accelerated, more powerful hammered hips.
“I want to finish with you,” her stretched fingers quickly grabbed a swollen fold at the base of the pubis.
Andrei felt how Veronica's anus was compressed uncompromisingly.
Like a vice, he thought.
The pupils of the girl swam up under the fallen eyelids, her mouth opened a little, she grabbed the air, like a fish thrown ashore.
"Here is a bitch!" - he once again came to unwitting delight, contemplating in front of him the depraved nature of the girl, who used the key. Her ass is tightly clenching a member, like a native fist. Hot broken hole rubbed against the pubis, irrigated with colorless secretions. Finally, the breasts were burning with hard nipples of the nipples, trembling with gentle swelling of fatty tissues, spreading along the ribbed chest.
Throwing the heels of Andrew on the shoulders, Veronica gave herself a smack of eggs. Suddenly, her pelvis shook as she passed the wave through her body. Having curved her back with a wheel, she ended with wide open eyes, wide open on a saucer. Sticking out the tongue, turning it up, rubbed the clitoris chaotically. Andrew planted a chicken on a spit and froze in orgasm. A tight anus barely let the powerful streams of sperm rush inside.
The door creaked. Nastya Korchagina rushed into the room in a whirlwind. Her face, twisted with rage, did not foretell anything good. In her right hand she held a black leather belt, the buckle dangled dangerously on the other end. With a swing, she hit the discouraged lovers with all her might.
- Bitch! I hate it! - from Nastya's eyes tears spilled.
The blow fell on the wall and only partially touched the belly of Veronica. Pigalitsa tried to close his hands. Andrew, meanwhile, grabbed the belt, wrapped the end on the fist.At the same time he tried to get a member of a tight anus, but he did not relax in any grip. Exploding inside, the trunk widened at the end of the blood flow. The orgasm continued to excite Andrew’s groin area, trembling with involuntary contractions under the testes. Suns with all clarity suddenly ... Read more →
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