I went to the toilet - where else could I take it? - he looked at me - we will not leave here. I will go with my sucking head to me. And you take this one - he nodded at Nastya - a very good body - looking at Nastya, he stated - you would inherent in her so that you would not stand and so that Anton would not leave her nipple alone

Nastya sat next, flapping her eyelashes, trying to adjust her gaze.

- Nikolayevich, what to do with this brickyard? - I smiled - so it is really a good little chick. Yes Nastya? - I stroked her shoulder - you're a cool girl? - I laughed.

She nodded and remained with her head down.

- And what to do with this body? - I laughed, looking at Nikolayevich.

- Yes, what you want. Take all the holes in her cucumbers crammed - he screamed.

- It is necessary to bring her to the house - I grinned.

- Bringing - Nikolaich waved his hand - hold tight for the ass and that's it. Well, or dragged by the legs, he laughed.

Nastya did not care that we were sitting next to her, so we talked about her.

- Well, in popalam, as usual? - Nikolaitch looked at me, offering to pay off and move from here.

- I will pay for everything myself - I refused - my son, his birthday today -

- Well, see for yourself. Tady, I will go, Tomka will take it straight from the toilet, and we will move it, with your permission, Nikolaich laughed.

- Come on - I grinned.

Nikolayevich underestimated Nastiny's ability to be drunk.

When I settled in the pub, I dragged Nastya to the street. At first everything was fine. Then the drunken brawl began. She always wanted to go somewhere. A couple of times fell, escaping from my hands.

One taxi driver refused to drive us. I offered the second one and a half prices and we shoved Nastya into the back seat with him. I sat down with her so that I did not jump out of the car on the way.

I pulled out of the taxi, I already had one, the taxi driver scored on this matter. Then he normally drove it to the elevator. I held it at the apartment while I opened the door. I dragged her to the apartment, put it on the sofa, already pulled it, threw her legs on the sofa, went, closed the door and took off. Then he went into the shower and returned to the room in his underpants with things in his hands. He put them on a chair and fell on the sofa, next to Nastya. She curled up, lying on her side. A phone was sticking out of the back pocket of her denim skirt. I pulled it out and put it under the pillow. I did not refuel the sofa, I just covered the sheets on top.

I stroked Nastya's thighs, put my hand under her blouse, lifted her bra, squeezed her tits, gently twisted her nipples - indeed, shove cucumbers into all holes, everything will be gone - I mentally smiled. He turned Nastya, laying on her back, lifted up her skirt and crawled under her panties, stroking the soft sex lips and smooth-shaved pubis. Her hole was completely dry. After playing a bit of her clitoris, I pulled out my hand, got up and went to the kitchen. Without turning on the light there, which was enough from the lighting in the street and the bright moon in the sky, he poured himself some skate, drank it and went to sleep.

Nastya felt bad at night. She began to pull my hand - bad for me. Bring some bucket - she asked plaintively, without being surprised at all that not Anton was with her, but me.

Quickly drove into the bathroom, pulled out a plastic basin, putting it on the couch. Nastya leaned over him, dangling from the couch and resting one hand on the floor and began to vomit.

I brought her water. She took a mug with shaking hands, took a few sips, managed to give me a mug and began to vomit again - do not carry it away - she asked softly and again vomited.

I carried her water, she drank and she vomited. When she lay on her back, I took out the basin, threw everything into the toilet, washed it off, then rinsed the basin in the bathroom, went to the toilet, threw everything out of the basin, washed it off, sprinkled with a freshener in the toilet and in the bathroom and returned the basin to the sofa.

- Well, how are you, beautiful, alive? - climbing over Nastya on the couch, I laughed.

“Bad for me,” she said softly, “bring more water, please,”

“Yes, please,” I laughed, and climbed back through her again. He took a glass from the floor and went to fetch water.

When he returned, Nastya was hanging over the basin again. I gave her water, she drank, gave me a glass, which I put on the floor. Nastya lay on her back and began to unbutton her blouse - help - she asked, trying to take it off herself. I helped her up and she took off her blouse, took it in her hand and threw it on the floor, by the sofa. I corrected the bra, which I shifted to her when I was touching my boobs and turned around again and hung over the basin.

One and a half or two hours she vomited, and I carried water and a couple of times I poured vomit out of the basin and rinsed it. Then Nastya lay on her back, breathing with her mouth, sat on the edge of the sofa, lifted her blouse, took a basin and left the room.

There was a sound of flushable toilet water, then water poured into the bathroom and the toilet merged again. Probably rinsed the pelvis. Then the shower water turned on. I went to the kitchen, poured myself another grammula of brandy, drank it, did not eat or drink anything, and returned to the room.

Nastya came wrapped in my bath towel and lay down next to me, turned on her side, with her back to me, putting a pillow under her head.

- Is it better for you or what? - I turned to her, stroking her shoulder. She turned, lay on his back - Sash, what did he tell you? - quietly asked Nastya.

- He said he could not come - I replied.

- and everything? Did you talk to him for a long time? - she said.

I sat up, hung on Nastya, hugging her - You know, sort it out yourself in your santabarbarah. Why am I going to go there, I grinned.

- Sorry - she sighed - thank you - and began to stroke my shoulders and arms.

“Please,” I laughed.

“Make me nice, I'll make you nice too,” Nastya said quietly, stroking my shoulders.

- What is it like? - I grinned.

“Kiss me there,” she whispered. I was a little taken aback, from her statement, stroked Nastya on the shoulder and began to unfold a towel on her. She helped me, being completely naked.

I began to kiss her nipples, instantly hardened. Nastya gently stroked my head and stopped stroking her only when I, not kissing her body, did not sit between her legs. He stroked her thumbnail, went into the hole with his finger and licked the clitoris. Nastya started and softly moaned. I licked her holes, and Nastya sagged and moaned quietly. Then I stuck a few fingers into her vagina. Nastya spread her legs wider.

- I liked the bitch - I smiled in my mind and twirled the brush a little, smearing it in the grease from the hole, put all the dust and gently twirled and pushed it further inside. My cock in shorts stood on end.

I settled down a bit more comfortably and began to insert my hand even deeper into the hole, folding my hand in a nip and twisting it. Nastya moaned - even - she asked quietly.

I tried to penetrate deeper, but nothing. Just twisted with a brush and touched inside the vagina, fingertips, a soft small ball.

- Womb, or what? - I thought, carefully rotating the brush and touching this ball, feeling it with my fingertips.

How Nastya groaned sexually when I did these manipulations and I was really excited about picking on her pussy and hearing her moaning. She was very good. I still managed to lick the clitoris, without taking my hand out of the hole. And at that moment she began to cum. I shuddered, bent much, and whimpered softly. I directly felt the brush as Nastina holed up, the entrance to her vagina began to pulsate, compressing and unclenching.

Nastya put her hand on my head and gently moved her hips. I gently pulled my hand out of Nastya's holes. Nastya patted my head - lay comfortably on my back - she whispered quietly.

I lay down. She looked at my panties, crouched on the couch, then ran her hand under them, clasping her cock and slowly jerking him off. Then she pulled out her hand, pulled off her panties to my thighs. I raised my ass a bit at this time .... Read more →