Once, again, again and again. The legs of the girl, bent at the knees, slightly straightened and again pressed against her chest. The persistent and persistent guest all visited and visited Anyutkin's ass, penetrating into her, retreating and returning again. Anya quietly trembled, meeting him. The lips of the girls increasingly flew light, exciting moans. The caresses of the men were bringing Anka closer and closer to the moment beyond which the fountain of her enjoyment would score again. But first another fountain was born. Suddenly, Kostya several times abruptly entered Anya to his full length, with a force of clinging to her, he stopped, trembling with his whole body. And next in Ankina depth, giving still unprecedented sensations, a hot jet struck. A long-drawn male breath is not that, it is not that wheeze that has merged with thin Ankin “oh th”, and the stars flashed again before the eyes of the girl.

For a while, the man and girl froze, coming to their senses. Then Kostya quietly leaned back, leaving the girl, and gently lowered her legs. Anya floating somewhere between heaven and earth barely noticed his departure. Relaxed, she spread over the sheet, but here the ass filled with men's juice started to shamelessly run out.

- Oh! - Anka hastily jumped off the table. - I have a wash.

On the sheet, a distinct trace of pleasure was darkened by a wet spot. And the ass even palm clamp. Even Uncle Kostya, unfortunately, looks.

- Can I help you?

- No no! “The mere thought that a man would wash off the traces of their comfort in front and behind made Ankin’s cheeks flare. - I myself.

- As you say. - Constantine, taking a cigarette from the shelf, moved to the exit. - Come later to the site.

- Okay. - Anka opened the door of the soap and, suddenly, frightened froze on the threshold. - Oh! In the same place, our mothers remained locked in the house! What will happen?!

- Aa strusila. - Laughed, looking back, Kostya. “Okay, don't drift.” We took this backup, when you and Irka pry ran away.

- Phew. - Lightly breathed Anka. - Thank.

- Yes, there is nothing.

Kostya again turned to the door, but he did not manage to leave again. In the door wide open, behind the small one, without having dug his head into the belly of the father, Irka flew in with a run.

- Well, where are you taking, I ask? - grumblingly asked Konstantin, picking up a girl who did not expect a collision. - Really so for me with Anya missed.

- Not. I was in a hurry just. - I tried to seep past father Irka. - I have one thing here.

“So urgent?” - Kostya, teasing, held the girl, with pleasure having felt a touch to her elastic breast.

“You don't understand it yourself.” - Pressed against the wall of Irk, with his knees tight, she looked at the man, embarrassed and angry. - Dad, come on. I really need to.

- Okay, run. - Constantine, who perfectly understood the reason for such haste, accompanied her daughter with a slight slap on the priest and finally got out into the street. Turning the corner, he found Igor sitting alone on the landing.

- To miss you?

- What else to do? Your Mademoiselle on the first space wash was stubborn, and the older generation had not yet arrived.

- will come soon. The stallions are now young, but also not iron. - Kostya, having lit a cigarette, sat down in the next armchair. - I wonder how Sveta and Lenka will like this adventure.

“What is really interesting to me,” Igor grinned, “it’s how our girls managed to spin them.” All my life I thought what is from the field of the impossible.

- It seems that if our swindlers conceived to achieve something, we, as parents, need only not interfere. - sighed Constantine. - Look, even your guys were not greedy to share.

- Well, this is, let's say, everyone had to. - snort Igor.- You and I also sit here, and there our wives ... are divided.

The men synchronously glanced in the direction of the house. And there, behind the stained glass windows that hide the details, a climax came. All the increasing sighs and groans of the guys and women who had merged in the love game spoke of a rapidly approaching finish. Svetlana, who allowed Dimka to change Sasha “at the fighting post,” soon saw the sky in diamonds under his pressure. And after, following the example of a friend, she also “straddled” the guy. And now two beautiful riders galloped alongside at full speed, feeling almost synchronously how the “spears” piercing them time after time startled, becoming more and thicker. The eyes of the horse-riders rushing towards the delight were closed, the elastic balls of the breasts leaped to the rhythm of the ever-increasing pace, the screams and drawling moans broke from the bitten lips.

Perhaps, now spying daughters appear openly in the window, or even at the threshold of the room, mothers would not pay any attention to them. A whirlwind of almost forbidden, seasoned with shame and unprecedented permissiveness of passion, tore off and carried away their previous notions of the brink of decency, leaving only a calling, unsatisfied desire.

And when the moment of his performance came, suddenly, as if stumbling, Lena lost her rhythm, and Sasha rushed to meet her. Their lips merged in a long, greedy kiss, and inside “the gardens of enjoyment” of beautiful Helen, Sashkin brought a lively rain in the hot rain. The sweetest moment of coincidence took both away from reality.

They did not notice Svetlana, who had stiffened for several long wonderful moments, did not see how she, hardly breathing, still feeling her trembling thighs, hastily slipped from Dimka and pressed her mouth to his quivering, tense toy. This, too, was beyond her conception of the possible, but now Sveta wanted to go through this facet of vice, to get what she could not imagine a couple of hours ago.

Hot, elastic rod guy, bringing with him a strange, not like her husband's taste, filled the female mouth. Svetlana's lips hugged him and slid up and down the smooth, grease-covered skin and her own juice. Dimka leaned on his elbows, leaning towards a caress, flinched with his whole body. And the next second, rewarding the woman’s efforts, she spilled in her mouth a welcome, spicy rain.

- Aaaaa ...

And at the same time with this splash the hot wave swept over the female body, again, unexpectedly for herself, carrying Svetlana to the peak of pleasure. Her breathing fell off, her knees trembled treacherously, Sveta froze, feeling like a toy that was parting with the last drops shook in her mouth. Holding onto the masculine beauty with the palm of her hand, the woman slid along the slowly fading trunk, caressing his lips and tongue. Unnoticed by Sveta, a white droplet slowly slipped on her chin.

Elena, opening her eyes, found her friend who had finally become a meaningful look.

- Yes, Svetik, our daughters made an adventure for the glory. However, it is time to finish it.

- I actually already. - Svetlana, smiling, gently stroked the calming Dimkin fighter. - Is that a shower does not hurt to look.

- Me too. And the boys will wait here for now. - Elena, having embraced and kissed Sasha with a relish, with one elastic movement rose from the floor. - Thank you ladies' man! Come on, Svetik.

In the corridor, the women walked in silence, but, finding themselves behind the locked doors of the shower, they glanced at each other and suddenly laughed loudly. The water beating from above with thin streams of water made her friends burst into merry laughter, not pointing at each other with a finger.

- Well, we give! - Finally, exhaled Sveta. - Revelers, damn it! With strangers guys, like with your own. Consider with husbands! Why, salagi still, sons are good. That gave us daughters acquaintance with gentlemen. To tell ...

- No one. In any case, about the second call. - It is seriously responded Elena. - There is no need for peasants to know about it. Sasha was with you, Dima with me. And that's it! So the boys and say.

- Agree. - Svetlana nodded. - Our girls, of course, they will blab, they won't hold out. Okay, let's warn those to the fathers not a word.

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