- Yes, I'm telling the truth. - He smiled at me and lightly slapped on the pope.

- Yes, stop it. - I giggled and stepped a little to the side and tried to hit his arm, but missed. - What are you like a little.

- I can not resist. As I see your legs and ass, I want you.

- Then do not look. Think of something else, not about me.

- Easy to tell you. Here's all dressed up so beautiful and hot. But you're still the best. I want you most of all. But Marinka is nothing like that today.

I kind of shook my head in the affirmative. But then I understood and stopped. I just looked at Stepa, and at that moment he was not looking at me. I cut another piece of scotch and handed it to him. Clouds floating across the sky beautifully reflected in tinted glass. They even seemed to be painted in different shades. I looked up at the sky, but there were simple white clouds. The sun was high and so warmed in the back. I even thought that you could get a tan. We are done with decorations. Yana volunteered to help decorate another bus. And I lost sight of Marina.

- Let's go there in the shadows will stay. It's hot in the sun. - Stepan pointed to a small gazebo in the shade of the garden behind the house.

- Come on. - I agreed and shrugged. - And it was still not enough to burn in the sun.

Stepan held out his hand to me. I somehow did not want to, but took it. Guests near the house were few. Although always the most part comes only at the feast. We settled in a small wooden gazebo. Nobody paid much attention to us. Began to chat on a neutral theme. But Stepan and devoured me with his eyes. He sat very close to me. His hand lay on my leg and gently stroked it. I did not resist his attention. Between us and it was not so, and tries so well. Slight excitement and pleasant warmth dispersed throughout the body. I tried to look at the dresses of girls, looked at the figures of the guys. Listened to the chatter guy. His hand began to try to get even further.

- So Step. - I said and looked at him menacingly. - Stop doing that. Well, how much is possible. I allowed to touch. But do not be impudent.

- Ilonka. Well, I can not. I stand on you. - he took my hand and laid it on his groin. - See! I want you.

I felt the guy's dick well through the fabric of my pants. A slight tremor went through the body. Pleasant warmth concentrated in the lower abdomen. Stepa leaned toward me and lightly kissed my neck. I wanted to stop him, but nobody paid attention to us. I began to breathe faster.

- Step. Well, let's not. - I tried to shake him in a trembling voice.

- I cant. Maybe a blowjob. Come on quick. He suggested, without ceasing, to kiss my neck and cheek.

- You are crazy! - I even moved away from him. - Eyes float more, make-up all ruin. What I will walk. There is nowhere to wash. Toilet he is on the street only.

- Or maybe neatly. I promise that you will suck yourself, as you like. Where am I with such a riser. Without your mouth in any way.

- I know you. Do not hold back. You can ruin a dress too. Be patient. Maybe where in the evening, as it gets dark. - I turned to him and sighed.

- Or maybe ...

- What can? Step off Do you want everything to be like a slut?

He lowered his eyes like that. It seemed to me that I was ready to cry. As if I took away his sweet candy. I would have sucked, but I did not want to go in semen and soiled clothes. People in the yard became more. Soon the bridegroom was to come and make final preparations. His hand began stroking me again. A shiver ran through the body, and the pussy responded to his caress with its juices. I just swallowed. He leaned toward my ear. I felt his hot breath.

- Listen. Just don't scream.Let's get out in that shed we retire and fuck. He suggested quietly, and began to kiss the ear.

- Well, Step. I told you so. I'm not against. Well, you understand. - I tried to calmly answer and keep my emotions.

- And if not a blowjob. Come in the hole. In the same place there is no make-up and the dress will be clean for sure.

I just shook my head. I did not expect such persistence from him. His hand and tried to get under the short dress. Fingers lightly touched wet panties. Papillae rested against the bodice. I somehow wriggled on a wooden bench.

- Let's go there everything will be done quickly. Do not torture me like that. - his lips touched my ear again.

“Well, Step ...” I tried to stop him nevertheless, but my resistance was becoming weaker, and I myself wanted to finish and relax.

His fingers began to try to caress my swollen clitoris and lips through wet panties. I wanted to groan, but gritted my teeth.

- I see you want. He is all flowing lustful bitch. I know you. Let's go do not break, as the virgin.

I wanted to say something, but Stepa stood up and pulled my hand. I thought to rest, but lust seized my mind, and my willpower weakened. He pulled me to the shed in the garden, and followed him. I examined the guests, but nobody looked at us at all. Styopa pulled the door. There was no lock. A small old wooden barn on two doors. I could hardly see what was inside. It seemed like firewood and some kind of inventory. Styopa pulled me inside. Shut the door behind us. His eyes gradually began to get used to the darkness. I could see his face, in the corner, there were different garden tools, and most of it was filled with firewood. There was not even a floor and my heels quickly loaded in the sand. We went a little further. I was afraid to fall and tried to stick to logs with my second hand.

- I want you. I really want you bitch. - in one breath Stepa uttered a breath and pulled me to him, began to paw the ass, kiss the neck.

- Careful. Here the sand still fall. - I tried to object, but my hands were wandering in my body.

- What are you sweet and hot. You're so wet over there.

He pulled me closer to him. I felt how an erect organ pressed against my stomach. Tap dance began to lift my dress smoothly. His warm fingers got under the gum strings. He gently pulled them to the bottom. They slid slightly over their slender legs and hung somewhere in the area of ​​shoes. He squeezed mine, ass. I tried to carry on the wet crotch. I arched from pleasure. A drop of grease rolled down. Light moans escaped from my mouth. He greedily kissed and squeezed me. I stroked his back and head. He began to stretch the belt on his pants. I just crossed, and then loaded in the sand.

- You smell so sweet. So I want to eat you all. I want to enter you quickly. - Stepan muttered in my ear to the sound of a ringing belt buckle. - Suck did not change her mind?

“I told you so.” - I moaned and breathed deeply.

- Lean down then. There, here near the wood.

- Good. Pro gum is not forgotten?

- Yes, I remember. I'll take it now. Go become.

I pulled out the heels of unsteady sand and walked over to the wood. Slightly wider legs apart and rested against them. A wave of excitement passed through the body. I was all in anticipation. Holes seemed to throb and wanted to get a hot and worthwhile member. I heard him ripping the packaging. I looked at the light penetrating through the gaps in the door. I straightened my hair. The shoes are loaded again. I held on to the wood. Smiled to herself. My grandmother in the village for firewood has a similar shed. We often folded them there, I was still a little sometimes played in him with Julia, and now they will fuck me in a similar place. Another droplet ran down the stem. Tap dance approached me. His hands began to stroke my bare ass.

- Ready? - He asked me and began to lean the head of the penis to the entrance to the vagina.

- Yes! Want! Fuck me - on excitement I shouted to him.

- How long would be so bitch lustful!

He pressed and a member gently entered me. I just groaned ... Read more →