A minute ago, when I imagined this process, my penis was clearly cramped in my pants. But as soon as the time came for him to look outside, for some reason he immediately wilted. I looked at Igor, his “pen” also now resembled, rather a soft brush. Well, okay, the girls still could not see our little embarrassment.

We dipped our “brushes” into the “ink” and began to print the first digit. I bare the head and began to drive her on a warm Irkina ass. The first portion of "ink" was only enough for half the number "2". I dunked the already solid member and continued the artistry.

The second digit, “0”, was already displayed with a “feather” of medium hardness. The naked plover obviously liked to slide on a warm girl's ass, spreading thick mayonnaise on it. In the pauses, while I dipped a member in the "inkwell", Irka gently twirled her ass and played with a point. Light, with whom she exchanged glances, began to do the same.

The sight of the two naked-faced girls at once, and even so lustfully dancing, could not leave me indifferent. So the numbers "1" and "9" were derived already fully gaining strength and become a "pen", capable even now "to make someone's fate!"

The work was almost over, but Igor and I, without saying a word, decided to draw each of the four digits on the assholes of our shameless Snow Maidens once more. This made it possible to prolong the pleasure of touching a swollen pug with bare flesh, and at the same time to increase the layer of mayonnaise, which we then had to ingest, sliding our tongue along the bare girl zadikam.

At the request of our ladies, we photographed their mayonnaise-painted priests close-up on their phones and handed the devices over to them to study the pictures. But they themselves sat on one knee and slowly began to lick caloric sauce from their warm buns.

Ira and Sveta incessantly whispered about something and giggled neither from tickling, nor from what their flavored mayonnaise ass looked like in a photo. And we enthusiastically licked their delicious and such mouth-watering halves, holding them with both hands, so that they would not move away from our playful tongues.

When both fleshy halves of Irkina's zadik were already glistening brightly from my saliva, I finally slipped my tongue once more between the labia and smacked loudly first in my pussy, and then once in each of the newly licked halves.

- Well, what I want to say ... I am somehow embarrassed - everyone suggested for such an exciting game, I didn’t take the initiative from one. - Having talked out loud, while Igor licked the last drops of mayonnaise with Svetkina's little ass.

- Oh yes! ... - Kivala, turning in my direction Ira.

- Then with you - the final competition! “My wife started telling me.”

- Well! ... Igor, you do not mind?

“Nah ...” He answered in a choked voice, not stopping licking my wife's naked ass right next to her crack.

- Then you girls, do not leave your positions for now! ..

My game was called uncomplicatedly: "The remains are sweet." Its meaning was to prevent the mayonnaise remaining from the previous contest in the drinking bowls, which played the role of ink-pots. It was proposed to feed the ritual sauce to the young ladies who still stand with cancer with fierce skirts. To feed them, of course, you need not a spoon and not a finger, but your own member, collecting drops of mayonnaise from the walls of the bowl, then bringing it to the girl's mouth and offering to lick it or even suck a little.

- What is your business, Light! - I admired my idea of ​​Irka. - Every bit in the case after all let!

- Aha! ... And if you do not let the case, then inject into the body! - Igor successfully reclaimed, and the girls burst out laughing.

He was the first to take his drinking bowl and now came to the Light from the front, intending to feed her "sweet remnants". I did not fall behind him. The member was still a stake from the previous game. I picked up a portion of white sauce and brought it to Ira to face.

If the kisses and feelings of the male language in the letter were something new for her, then she clearly knew how to lick and suck the members. Her tongue promptly made several circles around the head, grasping the particles of the sauce applied on it. Then she leaned forward and swallowed almost my whole trunk to its very foundation. When she let him out after a couple of seconds, he was completely devoid of mayonnaise topping.

I once again decorated it with a white “hat” and brought it to the girl’s lips. They eagerly wrapped their arms around him and made some sucking movements, which made me so that I wanted to howl. As soon as she let go, I hurried to scoop up some more yummy for the girl.

She again strung on my trunk right up to my throat, after which, smacking hard, I sucked my head, as if it were Chupa-Chups. Her eyes were covered, long wavy curls of hair fell from their heads. I straightened them with my hand and, as I could, fixed it with a kokoshnik. Then he scooped up the rest of the mayonnaise again in order to get a reasonable excuse to stick the standing dick in the mouth of this silly little girl.

She gladly accepted it, sucked again and began to work inside the tongue, tickling and caressing so much that I was already shaking with pleasure. I did not want to take a member out of her loving mouth. I held her hands on her head, pretending that I was still straightening the crooked kokoshnik again.

My light does not know how. Yes, I never really insisted on such caresses, since I had long been disappointed to get at least some pleasure from them. But her sister had just returned to me the enthusiasm for thoughts in this direction! She sucked my cock as if it were the most delicious and desirable fruit in the world. She did it with such genuine passion that this excitement passed on to me.

I wanted to feed and feed this black-maned bitch with mayonnaise from that bowl. I wished that it would not end as long as possible, so long as I had a reason to shove the prick again in her warm and skillful fucking little mouth.

Piala has long been empty and even shone. But Irka and I could not stop. I pretended to scoop another last drop of mayonnaise and again I wait for my stiff elda to clasp my soft girlish lips and caress the tender tongue.

We were so enthusiastic about the process that I did not notice how Sveta quietly got up from her chair and, together with Igor, left the room, leaving Ira and me together. I just heard the master bedroom door slam shut. The remnants of my intoxicating mind ordered me to rush after them and ask where they are, and, in fact, what's the matter? !! But Ira caught my hand and gently stopped me.

- Let them go ... Do not touch them! - she whispered. - And you take better than me! I know how long you want it! ... When will this opportunity appear again? ..

To admit, I never jerked off, having closed in a bathroom, holding a photo in Irkin’s hand. But today, when I saw and kissed her plump-lipped slit, and then the fleshy ass, some fantasies about that came to me, of course.

In addition, since Sveta and I are together, I have never cheated on her. And this means that for almost five years I have, like a dentist’s nightmare - not a single new hole! No matter how immoral it may sound, a man sometimes needs variety.

Morality and ethics have nothing to do with it, such is the nature of men! Although occasionally, at least sometimes, but we sometimes just need to pull some new snatch on the penis. No feelings, no commitment, no offense - just how to fuck and let yourself go in peace. So that with a new force you can feel how you love the one with which you live ...

I love my Svetlana very much, therefore, knowing that my treason will simply destroy her, never with anyone, although I really wanted it.But now, taking into account all the circumstances, and especially the fact that she locked herself in the bedroom with her own sister's husband, I decided that I would definitely do it .... Read more →