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He began to slowly push the way inwards, pushing the limit of permissible. Realizing that the trunk is not in a hurry to sink even into a carefully oiled sphincter, Michael reversed.

- SchA, wait a minute, - he frowned, squeezed out another white worm from the tube, smeared the fat on the head and the upper part of the trunk. The palm is covered with an unpleasant sticky substance. Having clenched his fist to white knuckles, Mikhail again found emphasis in the shop, sank down on Veronica with his chest and with a rearing member stuck into the place of penetration.

- Mmmm! - moaned Veronica, throwing her head back.

He found her lips, stuck his tongue deep in his mouth, hammered the tap. Now just two bodies - a member and tongue - dive into the minx, competing in the depths of immersion. The member was getting tighter, until it was stuck somewhere in half the length. Misha caught the rhythm and began to slowly cling to the girl's ass with slow rocking. He flew into it, gliding like clockwork, and at the same time felt disproportionate pressure from the vagina. It seemed that Veronica's sphincter squeezed him like a fist, trying to push him out. So Misha was moving, flying almost completely, with a new force to dash into a living one, playing with one tight muscle, burning hot fist. He hooked her with a horn, dug faster and faster, until she gave up. Relaxing in the ass Veronika was marked by gentle chomping. She fidgeted, giggled, and Misha smiled in response. His hips worked faster, feeling free to penetrate. At some point, Misha gave himself up to numbness, an insensitive bestial instinct that dictates further acceleration. Suddenly, the anus collapsed under him, squeezing the walking trunk, made the pleasure to return, to appear with sharp sensations, and he curved up in the lower back, pinned the girl completely, the eggs sank on the vagina, twitching, marking the orgasm. The trunk intensively pumped sperm into Veronikin's ass, exploding deep inside with powerful jets.

“Mmm,” moaned Veronica, squeezing her buttocks. Her sphincter twitched in time with the spasms of a member, gave out Michael without a trace. He licked the hot mouth of the girl, no less hot than her soft ass, broken from the inside, filled to the eyeballs with a hot mixture of vaseline and semen.

- Did you like it? - asked Egoza, playing buttocks.

Misha grinned, clasped his right bun, squeezed it, feeling the member sit deep.

- And you? He asked.

“Yes, very much,” she nodded, wagged her back, swaying, calling him to new deeds.

But he was squeezed like a lemon, fell from his feet. Suddenly, fatigue rolled with a cotton weight in the arms and back. Pulling a member out of the anus, Michael sank down on the bench behind the mattress. Having spread his knees wide, he watched with interest as the barrel gradually lost its hardness, dropping its head to the floor.

- Did Katya tell you anything today? - he asked.

- Well, so ... - Veronica lay on her side, leaning on the mattress, propped up her head with her hand. - Why?

“I’ll have a small request for you,” he grinned.

“For you, daddy, whatever,” Veronika’s eyes shone with playful lights.

“When are you next time you come here, take her with you.” Let him look.

“She already saw everything,” Veronica frowned her forehead, pouted her lips.

- I saw, but not all. Let them learn.

Veronica broke into a smile.

- Want to try a three? - the mischievousness of intrigue froze on the minx's face.

Mikhail grunted again, shaking his head, grinned:

- Are you not?

- I? - she bulged round eyes. - I am for it.

“Well, fine,” he stretched out his hand and, clasping Veronika by the cheek, stroked her with his thumb. Their eyes met. - Prepare her. Can you - he narrowed his eyes.

- For you, daddy, anything, - she treacherously foxes arched in the back and, pulling the fingers on her hands, crawled to the dipped stick member.Her lips found the head, licked it, her teeth were exposed, dug, scratched, the next moment her mouth swallowed the whole plum with a part of the trunk, slid over the drooping flesh, calling her to activate. Misha stroked the girl's head, her thick hair was fluttering in her groin, her thighs were warming, he himself increased the tempo, swaying the arising pleasure. Veronica's ass was leaking a fat stream. He found the anus with his middle finger, stuck the phalanx three centimeters, pulled. With a loud smack of escaping air from the priests flowed sperm, mixed with Vaseline. She was all filled with hot liquid. Clean, without any feces.

- What are you doing enema yourself? - he guessed.

- Yeah, - she purred, not looking up from a growing member.

- Before doing this?

- No, - Veronica broke away for a second. “Only with you,” she sucked again.

He grunted.

“You can't tell you.”

- What does it mean? - she frowned forehead.

“A compliment to your ass,” he spat out the butt closest to him.

- And, - Veronica returned to the blowjob.

Turning around, she lay under him, looking into her eyes, drooping languidly eyelids. A smile played on his face, he stroked her cheek, slid coarse palms over her breasts under a nightie, tormented her hardened nipples. An animal lust flared up in the lower abdomen, this time it will not leave its ass without proper attention. Having jumped his feet on the mattress, Mikhail knocked the girl over on his stomach and set to work.

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