two medium ones: the right one dived deep into the hot slit almost entirely and squirmed there in all directions like a snake, while the left one stubbornly tried to pull a leathery hood from the hardened clitoris to better rub the elixir into the quivering flesh under it.

She already knew many such ways - thanks to the doctor. Alternating caresses, she honed her skills, at the same time gratifying her sweet pussy. Closing her eyes and indulging in sinful pleasures under the blanket, the girl heard only her own breathing and rhythmic squatting from her splayed and caressing slits. At that moment, she imagined how the mighty member of a huge savage leaning over her was about to invade her maiden subsoil, slide inward, stretch and powerfully fill them with a hot firmament, take possession of them entirely through her narrow hairless pussy.

For nearly fifteen minutes, the stale air under the blanket was soaked with the aroma of butter and the musky scent of a girl's lust. Being already one step away from orgasm, the girl remembered her favorite affection on the pussy: she clutched the clitoris with two index fingers, squeezed a little and began to quickly roll, as if sculpt a small sausage out of dough; the big fingers just lay on the pubis, but all the rest she launched herself between puffy hot sponges, pulling them to the side, caressing the bare flesh of her lustful girlish pussy and tickling her little fingers at her very popochki.

The lower abdomen immediately began to shrink rhythmically, the clitoris pulsed violently, and the whole girl's body scored a shudder. Pussy poured out a wave of hot lubrication, wetting playful fingers. The little girl arched a little arc and already prepared to violently finish.

Suddenly at the last moment convulsively tore off the right one hand from her tender pussy and quickly felt the very clean cloth that obediently absorbed the juice of the girlish shame on the pillow under her ass all this time, and this was already quite wet. But it didn’t matter, because she needed her in order to catch into her thin, but biting squirt trickles, with which she often found her passionate young pussy during a stormy orgasm.

The barely perceptible vibration was heard throughout the body of the ending girl, when a small hot fountain beat out of a narrow duct. And this vibration made invisible strings ring to all voices, the sound of which constituted a nirvana song played by a girl's body. The girl closed her eyes and gritted her teeth so as not to cry out loud now. And her shameless young slit all this time poured abundantly from the urethra with passion into a leaning rag, giving its mistress unearthly pleasures. And only muffled "Ah ... ah ... x ... x ... haaa! ... Uumfff ..." resounded at the very end under the blanket

“Be healthy, Katyusha! ...” said the father, as luck would have passed at that moment past her room. He called Marina a false name, but this did not surprise her at all.

- Thank you, daddy! ... Good night! - Sharply throwing off the blanket, calmly replied the contented girl with a completely unfamiliar voice to Marina.

My ears were ringing ... my head was spinning ... some blurred images and memories began to emerge in consciousness, replacing each other chaotically and with incredible speed ...

* * *

Having not yet opened her eyes, Marina was lying in her chair, spreading out in a wide smile. She felt cool in her crotch, raised her hand and remembered that her clothes had recently been really removed. The crack erupted in love secretions, but there was no trace of embarrassment — the hips and the chair under it were dry.

- How are you feeling? - There was a voice Sandra, all this time sitting in a chair opposite.

- Oh ... You scared me! - From surprise, Marina even started.

- Excuse me ... But this reaction is quite explicable, your mind has not yet completely switched to reality.

- Feel? ... Ha ha ... Ha ha ha !!! Yeah, I feel - so I feel! - the guest laughed in response.

- Did you like it?

- That's interesting ... I'm kind of like I’ve been to the distant past, and the girls want to get a cock in themselves and then, and now equally, to cum, cum, feeling it between my legs! ..

- Yes, about two hundred years have passed since these events, but little has changed in the reactions of the women's brain.

- And at the very end ... it was she who had squirt, right?

- That's right, squirt. This is a special kind of female ejaculation, which ... - Began to explain Sandra.

- I know perfectly well what it is. But I have never had such a thing, and I was always interested in trying it out.

- Well, if you like it, I think you will have a chance to feel it again. I can arrange it for you! - With these words, barely noticeable smile, the woman got up from her chair and walked over to Marina. She held a box of napkins in her hands.

“I suppose you may need it now.” - She stretched the napkins to the naked girl.

“I ... don't have to get up yet, right?”

- No, you do not need to get up. Just blot yourself there, and then I will check if the sensor that you have inside has shifted.

- Oh, yes ... I have a sensor there ... And I already forgot about it ... Um ... sensor ...

Raising her head, Marina wiped the grease out of her pussy with a napkin during a research session.

- Tell me, what will happen next? - She asked.

- Now you have one more ... or maybe not one - let's look at the result - an external psychogram, selected for you taking into account the identified preferences. - Explained the interlocutor, carefully examining the position of the sensor in the urethra of the girl.

- Will it be any different from the previous one?

- Yes, she will be more intense, bright and ... - Sandra thought as if picking up words, - ... somewhat unusual for you!

“Saturated and bright is good! ... Very good! ...” Marina stretched in her chair, closed her eyes and smiled again, expecting new emotions and adventures.