“You look cool,” I said approvingly. “Where did you get a tan?” -

- To relatives, I helped at the dacha - she answered - she did not specifically sunbathe -

- How are they there? - I asked.

“Fine,” she shrugged.

- Do you play sports? - I asked.

- So, for myself. Hoop twisted, hulahup, well, just gymnastics. Why? - she looked at me.

- The figure of you is awesome - I replied.

- Even without boobs? - she laughed.

- Yes, it seems that there is something there - I nodded at her chest - Lifan wasn’t put on any specials? -

- Well, yes, boast, in front of you - she laughed - something that has grown since then. Do you have any changes? - Irka playfully looked at me.

- Want to see more? - with ehidtsey I asked, grinning.

- On the weak you, what to take? She grinned.

- Are you not afraid that your wet shirt and wet it? - I grinned.

- I'm not afraid, will wash out. What is weak? - Irka looked at me mockingly.

“Not weak at all,” I grinned, “but I won't.” Here is the kitchen, not the pond -

“So there is a bathroom,” she said, continuing to look at me, slightly tilting her head to the side.

- You think me weak? - I grinned.

- I think yes! She grinned.

“Come on,” I grinned, thinking she was joking.

- Let's go - answered Irka and went.

I was a bit ofigel, looking in her back. She turned, already leaving the kitchen - And? -

I got up and went to her. And Irka went to the bathroom door, turned on the light, went inside and without closing the door, climbed into the bathroom and sat in it.

Going inside, I also left the door open.

- So, what is next? - she looked at me.

- Obossu you now, that's what's next - I grinned.

“I doubt it,” she grinned, looking up at me, slightly turning her head.

I unzipped my pants in shorts, pulled out a member, holding the gum of panties with my other hand and pointed the dick at Irka, waited a few seconds and started pissing on her head, quickly turned the jet on her lips. Irka first closed her eyes, then opened her eyes, looked at the member, rubbed her eyes with her hands. Urine ran down her hands. Irka looked up, removing her hands, slightly opening her mouth. I sent a stream straight there. Irka closed her eyes, but her mouth did not close. Urine from her mouth flowed onto the topic, flowed down her stomach, already wetting her shorts and draining into the drain hole of the bath. Droplets of urine were in her hair. Eyebrows, too, were wet with small drops of urine. Boobs, under the wet top even more outlined, and the nipples have become even more tempting to bulge.

- And you said that weakly - I grinned, shaking the last drops in the bathroom.

- It's good that you have not changed - she said quietly, and began to take off her topic. I took it off and threw it forward into the bath, removed my hair from my forehead, pulled off my shorts, threw them onto the topic, looked at the pants, which turned from white to yellow and also took them off, remaining completely naked.

Everything happened and happened so swiftly that it seemed that it was not with me.

- Do you want to repeat or see how I will wash? - Irka asked, looking up at me and knees bent, spread her legs, showing smooth-shaved pubis and sex lips. And boobs and pubis were tanned completely. Even the triangle of the clitoris was the same, tan. The face, neck, body, legs were the same color.

- There is nothing to repeat - I grinned, tucking the member back - otherwise I would repeat

“If you want to stay,” Irka said, holding onto the bath with one hand.

- And what will we do? - I grinned.

She got up and turned to me, took my hand and pressed it to her chest - What do you want - she shrugged her shoulders - do not disdain, because of you poured out -

I squeezed her small, beautiful boob fingers. Irka stood submissively, looking a little to the side.I gently twisted her hard nipple.

“Stronger,” she said softly.

I squeezed her nipple more.

“Even stronger,” she said softly.

I looked at Irku, squeezing my fingers harder. She bit her lip, closed her eyes. I squeezed her nipple with my fingers. Irka moaned softly. It really was very painful. And I let go of her nipple.

- Do it with both hands - she asked quietly.

- Doesn't it hurt you, or what? - I was surprised.

- It hurts, but I like it so much - she answered quietly - do it, please -

I looked at Irku with surprise. She stood and calmly looked at me, even some kind of plea was in her eyes. Grinning, I took both her nipples and squeezed them with my fingers.

“Stronger,” she said softly, closing her eyes. I squeezed her nipples tightly.

- Yeah. Don't let go - she gasped and bit her lip. It was obvious from the face that she was in pain. She put her hands on my shoulders and stroked. She opened her eyes, looking at me - hit me on the cheek, like there, on the pond - she asked quietly.

- Straight as well? - I was surprised.

- Yeah - she nodded - just leave one hand like this -

- You're a masochist, or what? - I smiled, releasing one nipple.

- Hit, eh! - Irka asked, instead of an answer.

- Well, look, she asked - I grinned and slapped her face with my palm.

- Stronger and squeeze stronger fingers - she asked.

I squeezed the nipple harder and backlash hit Irka on the cheek. Her head jerked sharply. Irka suddenly grabbed my shoulders, stiffened and moaning softly, began to tremble. I touched her clitoris with my finger, but Irka took my hand and put it on her tits - squeeze the second nipple - she asked plaintively. And I squeezed. Irka started again and clung to my shoulders. Then she often breathed with her nose, stroking my shoulders, then stroked my hands on her boobs. She opened her eyes, looking at me.

- All or something else to do? - I smiled, releasing her nipples.

- Andrew, it's only between us, right? - quietly said Irka.

- No, now on the Internet I will write about everything and I will scream out the window - I laughed.

- I can do you nice too! - Irka said.

- For example? My dick squeeze? - I laughed - It’s not a thrill to me -

- What do you want - she shrugged her shoulders - you tell me, I tell you -

- Normally the day began - I grinned.

- I do not enjoy ordinary sex pleasure - Irka sighed.

- I understood already - I grinned - let's wash, then we will talk. I'll be in the kitchen - and looking at my hands, I walked out of the bathroom, closing the door with my foot.

In the kitchen, slowly washed my hands, digesting what happened. Then he went to his room, without specifically closing the door. I usually close it, from the prying eyes of the mother. Though she does not enter without knocking, but if you leave the door open, she constantly looks in as she passes by.

Irka came out of the bathroom naked, with a towel over her head, slipped past my door to her. Then she came to me in a robe and with a towel on my head. I sat down on the edge of the couch, looking around the room. Is your girlfriend? She nodded at the framed picture on the bookshelf.

- Yeah - I nodded.

- Beautiful. Do you like her? -

- Like - I shrugged.

- Everything suits, then? - she looked at me.

- Almost - I grinned.

- What does not suit? - Irka asked.

“Well, there are some moments,” I answered vaguely.

- In sex? - right asked Irka.

- Well, yes - I sighed.

- What exactly? - she did not let up.

“Tell me everything,” I grinned.

“Well, maybe I can help,” Irka said softly.

- Replace yourself? - I grinned.

- If you want - she shrugged her shoulders.

- And what do you do? - I asked.

- Yeah - she nodded.

- Straight all-all? - I did not believe it.

- Yes - calmly answered Irka.

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