realized that a silly childish smile appeared on his lips. Whether he was defending himself in such a way from Nastya's anger, who continued to thrash him with his palms on his back and shoulders, or was reassuring himself that nothing terrible had happened.
She was in despair, his girl beat indiscriminately on her face, her sweaty shoulders. He did not even shy away.
- Nastya, well, enough, - he prayed, exposing his hand, holding it at a distance.
Korchagina jerked for the last time and jumped out of the room, only his heels flashed.
- Hmmm, - Andrew finally pulled out a member and sat down in the corner of the bed.
Veronica lifted her knees in front of him, covered her face with her hands. Her palms shook, breasts echoed with gentle trembling. At first, he thought that she was crying, but through the flattened fingers, snorting and squealing were clearly heard.
It was not a roar, she was neighing! She laughed at him, Nastya, with her next trick!
Andrei pushed his knees to the side and with a clear slap led the girl to justice.
“Ah,” she squealed, instantly dropping her tomfoolery. - Painfully!
“It will be even more painful if you behave badly,” he growled. Andrey was holding thin legs with one hand, stroking his slender, tender buttocks with the other. Those fully fit in his palm, poured glow of blood.
- Fool! - Veronica twisted and jumped off the bed. Bouncing off to the side, she quickly began to pull on her panties, shorts, and T-shirt. - Go better Nastya Bey, she also likes BDSM.
Fidget galloped out of the room, the tramp of her heels rolled to the front door, shuffled sandals.
- Nerds! - she threw angrily at the whole house.
Slamming the door, she flashed a tousled head under the window. Hid behind the bushes in the garden.
Andrei pulled the condom off the drooping reddened member. Sluggish sadelyn rolled from pubis to hip, symbolizing the bliss of the owner. Still, sex with Veronica turned out to be unusual, if not provocative. Even the appearance of Nastya Korchagina could not spoil the incredible impression, the feeling of complete blackout, animal relaxation. Never before did the Suns engage in anal sex with a woman, a taboo subject even in conversations with the former, what can we say about short novels of youth and occasional sex after a divorce. He could not imagine that Veronica’s ass would be so tight and active in terms of sex. She squeezed all the juice out of him, like a lemon, squeezed so that he could not get it, and any friction delivered a mixture of painful feelings with a high on the verge of a foul. He seemed to tear the skin off his penis, drilling her rubber sphincter while this bitch masturbated under him.
"Well, bitch!" - again flashed a delighted thought in his head.
He forgot himself for a second. Or a minute. He sat with folded arms on his chest, frowned and smiled, thinking how to fix the situation with Korchagina.
- Can? - brought him out of oblivion Nastine voice. a sad little face appeared in the open door.
“Yes, of course,” Andrew made an awkward movement forward, but, rising, immediately fell back, leaning his back against the wall. He immediately covered his groin with the edge of the blanket, feeling that the conversation would be serious.
Nastia went to the room with uncertain steps, walked right up to the bed.
- Do you like her? She asked, looking down at him.
Andrei sighed heavily, turning his eyes to the side.
“Nastya, it happened so,” he said in a guilty voice and compressed his lips, his lower jaw slid down, went from side to side.
- You little with me, huh? - she was fakely affectionate with him. He heard a carefully veiled insult in her voice.
“No,” he frowned. “I just can't stop,” Andrei smiled wryly.
Nastya smiled.
- I understand you. I, too, - her brow took off.
She took the T-shirt with both hands for the bottom edge and, while he was stunned, followed the slow exposure, she pulled up, playing on her nerves. Her breasts, an order of magnitude larger than those of Veronica, swayed hard nipples on pale brown areoles.
- Can you stay with me? - She said smiling rainbow smile. She took his hand and put it on her chest. He embraced the delicate sphere from the bottom, from the side.
Korchagina sat down next to the bed, threw the edge of the blanket. A member of Andrew treacherously lying half-drunk soldier. With a gentle mouth, Nastya covered the head wet with sperm, covered the skinned tail with tender strokes. The tongue penetrated inside, played around the edges. Andrei's desire slowly awakened with new force in tired flesh. He put his hand on the back of the girl’s head, crushed it down, feeling his loss of control. Her tits slid swollen nipples on the hips, long hair covered the entire groin area with warmth. He held her head, pressing her ears, pushing her onto a hardening stake. Nastya moved in his rhythm, very soon the depth of her mouth ceased to be enough, and Andrey pulled out the second condom in the morning.
He acted with Korchagina as roughly and quickly as he dealt with Veronika before. With one jerk, he pulled off the shorts with panties from the girl, this time spreading his juicy thighs and in one stroke took her to the end. He collapsed on Korchagin, who was lying on his back, and forced his tongue into the girl's mouth. She was hot as lava devil Korchagin. Below everything was thick, his mouth began to play with his lips and tongue, tearing out his tongue with the root. Resting against his knees and elbows on the bed, Andrei fitted himself to fuck a burning desire, a beauty bleeding from beneath him. She reminded him of his wife in his youth, the same curly hair, facial features very close to the original, the color of the eyes one to one, even the smell of sweat. Not surprisingly, he wanted her so passionately that he forbade himself to look for similarities so as not to lose his mind. And she burns under him from love, fights with a rolling orgasm, her eyelids languidly cover themselves, the lower sponge is stuck on the edge of teeth, like Veronica's. Stretching her hips to the sides, Nastya folds in one plane, ideal for taking a steel lever that penetrates into it with the frequency of a locomotive piston. Pot pours hail from Andrew, he decided to fuck Korchagin in foam. She breaks off first, bursting into supplicating moans and sobs, patting him on the shoulder in despair. He collapses on it, driving the penis to the end and crawls its head in a narrow passage leading to the uterus. There he ends up, infusing saturated moisture, invigorating for the female body, inseminates young blood with his will. All this onslaught of spermatozoids is restrained only by a thin transparent layer of latex, which guarantees security for future intercourse.
Korchagin falls breathlessly, spreading limply beneath him, flowing with sweat, mixing, sticking from above, below. The breath in the middle adjusts itself, becoming one. Her legs, arms are wrapped around his body, she is a wild vine, braided with charms of love, the intricacies of black passion, which he cannot resist.
33
Nastya left Andrew to doze in the rays of the rising sun. Silently rolled off the bed, pulled on her panties, short denim shorts. T-shirt with a bust lay here, near the bedside table.
On the street the hot morning already inflamed, the birds singing filled the garden. Nastya puzzledly looked around the suburban area and the adjacent road. Veronika was not observed anywhere, nor was Vaska’s beloved cat, who at night went for a walk to the neighbors' pussies.
“All of them are men, they can't stop,” Nastya smiled sadly.
She went to look for Veronica and soon found her near the barn, standing in the depths of the garden. Veronica was sitting on a small bench, which was attached to a wooden wall. On her face, a wary expression of longing and light alarm stood still.
- Make it over there? - She asked, looking from under the brows of a wolf cub.
- Yes, everything is fine, - Nastya smiled, lowering her gaze.
- You know, I wanted to say that he only loves you, but with me it just comes off.
- Yes, I know, - Nastya raised laughing eyes.
“So you're not angry with me anymore?” - Veronica moved brow, trying to guess, laugh at her or continue to sulk.
- Well, how to say ... - she was pretty smiling. ... Read more →