- Sometimes tolerate me. When he is at home, walk and smile, as usual, rejoice in him, as if everything is fine with you. Although, what's wrong with you? - I grinned.

- And if not? - quietly asked Vika.

- I don't hold anyone. Everything is only voluntary - I shrugged my shoulders - cleaning, cooking after you, well, pamper me with yourself -

She squinted at me, running her eyes over my face and began to look out the window.

- In general, look. If you want, call him now, phone, I see, in your shirt pocket lies - I grinned - or come into the room. The choice is yours. What you choose, so be it - I got up from the chair. - So it often happens in life - I grinned - or-or, without a middle point - I put my hand on her shoulder - think animeshka. I already told you that you are here because of you - you stood there for a couple of seconds and went into the room.

In the room he removed the mattress, took out his shorts and a T-shirt from the closet, changed his clothes, made a little louder music, took a tablet and climbed into the Internet, checked mail and just read what was happening in the world.

I looked through the mail, and in my head it was spinning - it would come or call Pashka -

Then I heard her talking to someone on the phone. She did not speak long and very quietly. I could not make out the words, and even the music was playing in the room.

- Well, well - I thought - now out of sight, out of mind - and began to delve further into the Internet. Then, with side vision, I noticed the movement of the entrance to the room, and lifting my head, I saw Vika, who was standing at the entrance and leaning her shoulder against the door jamb. She smtoyala and looked over my head, out the window.

- Tell me? - looking at her, I said.

- What to tell? She asked quietly, continuing to look out the window.

- Tell me something. What do you think? - I looked at her.

She sighed and shook one shoulder - I don't know -

I put the tablet, stood up and walked over to it, put my hand under her arm, put my arm around my waist and pulled it to me. She stood aloof, hands down. I pressed her tightly to me and stroked my back with my other hand, then I lowered my hand, stroked my thigh and ran it over my ass, I squeezed her ass with my hand. Even under jeans, Vika’s butt was cool.

- Undress and go to the sofa - I said quietly and let the girl go. He went to the couch and sat on it.

Vika looked around the room, reluctantly took a step, looked at me and stopped - would it be the same? You me is not it? She asked quietly, in a mournful voice, closing her eyes.

- Go do not be afraid, it will be the same - I said, feeling like a member rose in his underpants, starting to pull the shorts.

Vika glanced there, it was in this place, she looked away tighter, walked over to the mattress, began to unbutton her shirt. I unzipped her, leaving her, started to unbutton my jeans. Thought for a moment and took off her jeans. Gently put them on the mattress. Then she took off her shirt, took it by the collar and put it on top, on jeans, left in panties and a bra, which in the morning hung on a towel warmer in the bathroom.

“Come here,” I called softly.

She turned, looking to the side hesitated, not knowing what to do with her hands. She squeezed both her fists, dropping along her body, and then touched her bra, checking whether he was there, standing cross-legged.

I got up and walked over to her, not hesitating that the member bulging my shorts, took Vika by the hand and led her to the sofa. He put her hands on her shoulders and slightly pressed - sit down - I said quietly.

She sat down, looking a little to the side, somewhere on the wall. I sat down next to him, hugged her

- Everything will be as it was - I said softly - climb onto the sofa - I gently pulled it back, slightly deviating myself.

- How? She asked softly and sighed.

“Get your knees on it,” I answered softly.

She sighed again, looked back, considering how to do this, sighed and climbed sideways on the sofa. She got on her knees, not knowing what to do next.

- Let's crawfish - taking her by the neck and bending down, I said.

- Exactly how was it? - She swallowed, she asked plaintively.

“Exactly,” I confirmed. “Just a little in another pose.”

She got on all fours and remained standing.

- Well, okay, for a start - I mentally grinned and fell in behind her. He began to stroke her side, back, roundness ass, enjoying it. He unzipped his shorts, pulled them into his thighs, along with his underpants. He moved closer and pressed a member to her panties, pulling Vika by the hips.

She stood blankly, head down.

I bent down and put my hands under the cups of her bra, moved him to Vika's neck, exposing my chest and began to knead her boobs, both with both hands at once. Then he straightened, slightly pulled back, lowered her panties to her knees, and again pressed his cock to her ass, to already naked, still holding her, pulling Vika by the hips. Rubbed the barrel on the pussy, watching as the dick slides between the butt ass. He pressed his thumb on the anus, pressed his finger tightly to him and massaged it, pressing the pad of his finger harder. On Vika's ass, right at the tailbone's hollow, there was a small, birthmark. Very small. I stroked it, then pulled back a little, put the head to the hole and moved the member around it, slightly shaking the member with my hand. He crouched and climbed the bottom with his other hand, massaged her clitoris. Then he grabbed the hand with which he held the penis, leaving the head at the entrance to the vagina, took the thigh and massaging Vicika with her finger on the clitoris, felt how she began to shudder and exhale excitedly with a spout, barely audibly exhale, in that wince. The head of my dick was at the entrance to her hole, more than half went inside, reaching the narrow spot. I continued to caress the clitoris, it was such a buzz, to feel how she tremble and excitedly breathes. Vika started very much and started wagging her ass trying to remove my hand in this way.

I stopped jerking off her wristwatch, straightened, put my hand behind my back, put my thumb in her hole and fucked my very wet pussy with my finger.

She again wagged her ass - no need to go there, you promised - squeaked Vick plaintively.

- This is a finger - I said quietly - I promised, I will not -

She exhaled several times. I took a member and began to drive the head from the bottom to the hole, slightly pressing the head and podrachivaya hand. The excitement grew and I pressed my dick to Vika’s ass with my stomach, began to gently move my hips and began to cum on her ass, exhaling with my nose, and watching the sperm burst from the head and drop to the girl’s ass and back. He helped himself with his hand, squeezing the sperm onto Vika's anus, watching the sperm flow down from the anus. I stuck my hand and began to smear the sperm across the perineum, leading my hand back and forth and over my thighs. Then he pressed his penis to her ass and rubbed his hand sperm, which was on his back, smearing it on the back and her ass.

- Today this is definitely not the last time - I thought, squeezing the elastic ass with my fingers. He pressed him once more to himself, then pulled him away, took the limp penis with his hand and patted them on the Vickin's anus. He moved his head over it. He pulled back, releasing the member from his hand and gently slapped Vika on the ass - that's all - I said softly - you can go to the bathroom and sit on the sofa.

She got up on her knees, looked at herself down, pulled on her panties, straightened her bra, crawled up on her knees to the edge of the couch, got down from him, went to the mattress, took her shirt and went to the bathroom.

I lay on my back, spread my arms to the side and stretched - so cool - I thought - and I have to go piss -

He got up and went to the toilet, pulling on his pants and shorts.

When Vika came out of the bathroom, wearing a shirt, I had already managed to wash my cock and hands, over the sink, in the kitchen and put the kettle on to warm up.

Vika went into the room and hung there. I went to the room, looked what she was doing. Oh, she was lying on the mattress, wearing jeans, curled up, lying on his side, his hands in between his thighs.

“Let's go drink coffee with bottles,” I called.

“I don't want to,” she answered quietly, even ... Read more →