) go to bed, taking off her panties, and without any excuse to substitute under the oral caress your hairless crack. Even if on this day for sex both of them simply do not have the strength or mood, just a couple of minutes of gentle hickey with a deep penetration of the tongue into the bare cunt - and we sweetly fall asleep, hugging tightly.

I was the first to sit, kneeling, on the floor in front of Irina's pussy. The large olive was not inserted at all deeply, and now its already plump lips seemed even plumper. Putting my hands on the inside of the girl's hips, I approached my mouth with an appetizing crack and douched it with a hot exhalation from my mouth.

Ira, apparently, was not spoiled by such caresses, so she was noticeably shy and worried. And if it were not for my hands, which lay on her hips, she would definitely squeeze their heads with them. And when the tip of my tongue touched the skin of her genital lips, tender and salty from the olive brine, she flinched all over and clutched her arms to the sides of her chair.

Barely spreading the quivering maiden flesh, my tongue almost immediately touched the smooth surface of the already slightly warmed “pearl”. It would not be difficult for me in the next second to pick it up with my tongue and extract it from the "shell". But I decided to take advantage of the fact that no one could notice from this side anyway, and for Irinka it was a little stretch for her to enjoy the penetrating kiss into a warm pussy.

On the contrary, I pushed the olive through the tongue a little deeper into her cave. Then, opening his mouth wide, he grasped the soft doors of her "shell" so that they, along with the pubis, were completely covered with my lips. For a couple of seconds, he teased the clitoris with his tongue and again directed him deep into the maiden nature. He felt there a dense round "pearl", dived under it and easily delivered to the very entrance of the vagina.

Irishka shrank all over and, with bated breath, secretly enjoyed the process, so I wanted to repeat this simple manipulation several more times. She was obviously shocked by the fact that I worked between her legs in my outrageous language. The girl did not know how to react, did not say a word and could barely restrain herself from groaning. Only her confused breathing and the quiet creak of the nails on the upholstery of the chair allowed me to judge how she feels.

And Sveta, probably already disappointed to receive the usual pleasure from a kiss in a crack, with might and main coordinated the actions of Igor's language, giving instructions to him in a whisper. He, no doubt, did not have much experience in such caresses. Perhaps this led to the fact that he clumsily drove the "pearl" too deep, and did not know how to get it now. But in the end he managed to overcome his complexes, tried to follow the advice of my wife and with interest mastered a new technique for him.

- Yes ... yes ... yes, yes, yes! ... - Almost squeaked in Whisper of Light, clutching at Igor's hair, when he finally managed to grasp an olive with a tip of his tongue, which did not measure deeply inside the slippery pussy .

I deliberately tried to adjust the next pulling of the olives to the entrance of Irina Mink to this climax. Due to this, it turned out that we almost simultaneously broke away from the “shells” of our Snow Maidens, gently squeezing the treasured “pearls” extracted from them in our teeth.

I raised myself and brought the olive to Ira's face. She barely opened her eyes, there was a smile on her lips, and her whole body relaxed and went limp. I put one hand on her shoulder, and the other gently and slowly spent on his forehead and cheek, moving toward the black wavy curl, which almost completely hid one eye and stretched along her little nose to his lips.

The Snow Maiden, who had broken off from my kiss, again did not know how to act.She then stretched her lips as if she wanted to kiss me, then simply opened her mouth to accept a part of the olive, which I was going to share with her.

I brought salty and warm fruit now so that she could grab it with her teeth. But neither I nor she was in a hurry to bite off. Instead, we let our lips meet and enjoy each other. The girlish breath impregnated with light alcohol, along with the sensation of warmth from the half-naked tender body that was pliablely spread under me, now also seriously stirred my consciousness.

- Hey! Well, are you there soon? We - everything! ... - Svetkin sobered us sobered.

I just bit a little olive, and Ira finished the movement I started. The halves were already in the mouth of each of us, but we both did not want to interrupt this unusual kiss. Only after some time we found the strength to separate our intoxicating lips from the passion ...

Igor, meanwhile, filled everyone with glasses, and again we drank for something. After that, the girls switched the telly to a music channel, made the sound louder and started dancing to the popular and very catchy song. And we sat back in our poufed chairs and gazed at our lustful Snow Maidens, each thinking about something.

- Listen ... - I pulled Igor's sleeve, - And let's come up with some other game too!

- Come on ... Any ideas? - He noticeably perked up from my proposal.

- Nah, until something is dull ... And you? ..

- Um ... Well, let me think!

The next fifteen minutes the girls jumped and jerked to loud music on the free patch of the room, not forgetting to show us their undiscovered charms under their short hems.

And then, heated by passionate dancing, they came up and flopped down on our knees. Oddly enough, Sveta sat down with me, and Ira - with her husband. His hand was right there at her hem. In response, she wrapped her arms around her spouse and cheered her lips with a kiss.

Less than ten seconds, she began to moan loudly, without stopping the kiss. Her hips were spreading widely to the sides, and her reflex impulses rushed forward, trying to push her pussy deeper into her masculine hand. Within half a minute, her whole body shook for a moment with a shudder, the moans stopped abruptly, then to escape from her mouth with a throaty scream that accompanied a spontaneous and such violent orgasm.

Sveta and I watched this scene, opening our mouths. It was unusual, interesting and exciting. And I, and she used to see this only in porn movies, but not in reality!

- Do you want it too? - I asked Sveta in a whisper in my ear.

- Um ... no! I can't do that! - She answered me in a whisper. “I want to play some more!” - Has added already in a loud voice, obviously referring not only to me, but also to the sweet couple next door.

- Um! ... You can! And what? - I supported. - Igor, any ideas? ..

- Well ... I do not know ... I thought of something here ...

- Oh-oh! ... Come on, come on, do not tomi! - Hoped on his lap Irka.

- My game may be primitive ... at first glance ... But, since the previous games had such ambitious names, I, too, will call my own in the same spirit! ..

The game proposed by Igor was called “Feather of Fate”. It consisted in standing with cancer with a raised hem of a girl to write on the bare ass four numbers corresponding to the number of the coming year in the conventional chronology, that is - “2019”, two digits for each half. Instead of ink it was proposed to use the most "New Year" sauce - mayonnaise. And instead of the pen - naturally, the male member, which is necessary as needed to dip in a bowl filled with this sauce.

- Yeah ... And then what? ..

- Just wipe away - and everything? - Frustrated asked Snow Maiden.

- BUT! Here I am noodle! ... I forgot the most important thing! Then a man should clean the girl's ass with her tongue ...

- Aaaa! Here we already like it! ... - Slyly smiled Sveta.

- Another thing! - agreed with her sister. - I'm in the kitchen, for the ink! And while you're here, reach out your feathers! ..

After a couple of minutes, the girls stood with cancer in their chairs, meekly exposing their beautiful ass to us. And we,... Read more →