A small digression for those who have not read the first part of the story.

The young boy Sergei met the girl Natasha via the Internet. The purpose of dating was the desire of simple sex, without any obligations. Sex began immediately after he crossed the threshold of Natasha's apartment ... Only not at all what Sergei imagined him ...

... - Oh, how cool! - Natasha already jumped from pleasure. How he licks, Tosh, this is something ... So, like this, come on ... more ... more ... stronger ... deeper ...

Sergey worked his tongue, trying his best to kill the smell as quickly as possible. And yet, on the verge of subconsciousness, he understood, the sooner Natasha sitting on his face would satisfy his lust, the faster she would unclench her thighs, giving him the opportunity to breathe deeply. And so he licked as hard as he once had in his childhood, licking a glass of ice cream. For some reason, this comparison, not at all useful now, came to mind — the wet, sticky walls of the vagina resembled the walls of a paper cup, and the labia minoras touched the edges of his tongue with a thin strip, creating an image of the rim. Yeah, and you still can't reach the bottom, no matter how hard you try ...

Natasha's hips, meanwhile, relaxed a bit, giving her an opportunity to work on her bottom. And she immediately began to move the pelvis. Unsystematically, randomly, back and forth, then left and right, trying as hard as possible to push deeper not only the tongue, but Sergei’s entire face into the flesh-flowing juices ...

- Yes, yes ... more ... more ... lick ... lick ... oh-oh ... now ... now ... th-th-m ... - Natasha before pain bit her lip and suddenly stopped at the very peak of pleasure. A second later, her body convulsively beat in a strong orgasm. The muscles of the vagina tried to keep the tongue from slipping out, trying to hug him as tightly as possible, and both pairs of lower lips sucked Sergey's lips in a passionate kiss. Something quickly, with pushes, pulsed in the lower abdomen and the juice of her pleasure flowed into the open mouth in swift streams.

Sergey, miraculously having managed to inhale with his nose a breath of "fresh" air right at the anus of his "rider", began to swallow quickly, no longer paying any attention either to the smell or to his uncomfortable position. "Just do not choke!" a thought in his head ...

Finally the stream dried up. Natasha was in no hurry to get up from their homes. She leaned back languidly, leaning her shoulders on the back of the sofa and, in a weak voice, tried to order:

- Now just gently lick ... And pussy and ass. Just gently ... That's it ... so ... go and cover everything there so that there is no sticky thing left ... now ass. I say, ass licking! - Natasha began to nestle on the anus ring directly to Sergey's lips. - Stick out your tongue! ... Lick it on! Tosh, he does not want to lick my ass.

I must say that Sergei did not even notice at what point Anton Pavlovich let go of his hand, went to the toilet and managed to return. Now he was just watching his wife’s games, lounging in a comfortable chair and stroking his upright member.

Sergey cried out in pain. when the penny Anton Palycha squeezed his scrotum.

- What are you, fucking thought? Do you want me to make an omelet from your eggs? Or got a little belt? Do what you Mistress orders! Well!

Sergey began to quickly lick the shriveled hole, which made her immediately open.

“Let him stick it in now,” came the voice of a woman from above. - Let him fuck me in the point with his tongue!

- I heard? Run! - the scrotum squeezed like a vice.

The tongue began to sink into the hole itself, until the lips rested against the cut between the buttocks. Sergey began to "fuck" Natashin ass.

- It would have been so long ... class ... oh, how cool ... now lick again ... come on, come on ... now fuck ... oh ... Fly away ... You know, honey, I seem to be starting excited ... oh-oh ... how he licks ... And where have you been for so long?

- Yes ... I went to pour, but here something belly ... well, I sat for a while.How are you?

- Finished cool ... mm ... for a long time this was not. Listen up But you are not satisfied because of me?

- Nothing, the longer you wait, the sharper the orgasm. You, by the way, do not want to change, otherwise I already have this ... - the man pointed his eyes at his penis, which trembled a little, taking the head almost to the navel.

- Wow! Well, the riser. You have not been so excited for a long time. Even a little sad that now need to learn. And then we are with you ... Well, I am now. - Natasha began to roll over on the couch, making room for her husband. - Hey you, asshole, change of partners.

Anton Palych was going to stick his dick into Sergey’s half-open mouth, who was breathing deeply, not daring to change poses. His balls had already been released, but the dull pain was still making itself felt.

- Wait, dear, - Natasha took her husband by the hand, - let HE give you too, first, eh?

- And that is true. - Anton Pavlovich turned around and gently sank his ass on Sergei's face. - Come on, lizun, show how you my wife to orgasm bring me faster! Lick, come on!

The coarse men's fist again grabbed the “household.” Sergei fatefully put out his tongue, which was slightly swollen from “work,” and began to lick the tight hairs around the anus.

- Point lick, bitch! ... Here ... and inside shout ... so ... so ... deeper ... shove even deeper ... Aw well done ... well licking ... you're right. ..

- Did you wipe yourself, honey?

- Yes, spent the paper a couple of times ...

- In vain. Let him get used to it.

- I did not think that. Somehow through a chur, quickly we ... tame him ... haha. Well, nothing, will soon begin to work in full.

Sergey licked not clean, bitter ass and with horror delved into the meaning of conversations “at the top.” “Damn, what is it? But where did I go? That fuck so fuck! When will it end? How much will they mock? "He felt the despair of what was happening and of self-pity for himself. As tears rolled out of his eyes. There was no question of simply refusing to follow orders, with as much pressure as Anton Palych clearly could not cope Yes, and Natasha was not from the breed of fashion models — you blow up, crumble, but a pretty well-knit woman. And then there is the scrotum, squeezed in a fist — what the fuck is this resistance! ..

- Hey you, washer, you can relax ... Stop licking. Take your tongue. But open your mouth wider. - Anton Palych rose heavily and turned to the front. - Now I have a little bit in my mouth fuck. You just relax and don't resist, okay? And it will hurt. Natasha, put on your bracelets for him so that you wouldn't swing your arms around.

- Now, darling.

Natasha deftly slipped Sergey's hands behind his back and he felt the handcuffs clicked on his wrists. Not the ones that he had seen in porn, from a sex shop. Not. These were ordinary, most likely police handcuffs, without any tricks for convenience, without a soft lining. Iron rather noticeably squeezed the brush. Sergey was completely immobilized; Natasha sat on his feet, Anton Palych clutched his head in his hands.

And then abruptly, without warning, dick entered his mouth. Not just entered, but immediately got into the throat, so that the testicles hit the chin, and the supply of oxygen to the lungs immediately stopped.

His head was not moving, there was no air, his face reddened at the moment.

After a couple of seconds, which seemed like an eternity to Sergey, the member went outside. All wet, in a sticky saliva that hung like garlands from head to lips, he swayed with a pendulum right before his eyes.

- Well, how are you there? Liked? I will give you a piece of advice, you inhale when I move back and exhale with my nose when I plant. Got it? And then still suffocate inadvertently. I can't stand in ecstasy. Hooked up?

- Do not! I beg you, that's enough! If you want, I will lick your asshole ... if you want to pussy, I will lick it again ... I will just suck as much as you want! Just do not fuck in your mouth! I'll suffocate! - Sergey twitched, as soon as he could take a sip of air in his lungs. Tears rolled in a hail ...