and tapped out the Morzian, while she herself was baldela, enjoying herself, pulling out moisture, shouting something indistinctly laudable. Apparently, having reached the next peak, she calmed down for a short time, but after a while, she began to move her lower back, sit down on my fingers, encouraging moaning and soberly interested in:
- Not tired? Come on a bit more, huh?

No, Ingrid did not mind when I replaced the hands of a member and fucked her even in the pussy, even in the ass. But on the one hand, all her moans and buzzwords were cut off like a razor, it became clear that this fragment was being performed solely for my pleasure, she was just waiting patiently. On the other hand, you know what a member was (almost nothing) in such stretched holes.

I expected that my friend Ingrid would indulge at least with a blowjob. Hinted, spoke directly, substituted a cock to the nose. She took in hand, jerked off (also without much hunting), and she said this about taking in her mouth:
- I can not, I will throw up, if even a drop of liquid gets into my mouth.
- Oh well, these drops are still far away, Ingrid. I will not cum in your mouth, suck calmly.
- No you did not understand. I'm not about sperm. There are such colorless drops, they constantly stand out, so I can not stand their taste. Sperm all the more.

I looked at the head, in my opinion, everything was dry.
- This fluid is not constantly released, but before sex, to make it easier to enter. Look, now there is nothing.
Ingrid meticulously, as if on a medical examination, twisted and turned the organ, wiped the sheet, took it into her mouth, made two or three movements, quite capable in my opinion, and suddenly, as she choked, quickly released:
- Well, I told you, this liquid went. Let's do without a blowjob?

Well, I will not rape? Moreover, Ingrid reacted to the kuni quite indifferently and silently, as to a process that gives pleasure only to the partner. I tried to lick her and the second and third time. And at the beginning of the next fisting, and parallel to it. Nah, useless! As if the clitoris is completely devoid of nerve endings and the erogenous zone is not, in principle, with the same success I could caress, say, the knee. Well, well, what to do, I want you to get high from my hands, kayfuy, will not lose me, and I will get my orgasm anyway, not run away.

She probably finished it three or four times when I thought it was time for me to soak up a dry bill. Standing at the edge of the bed, I got attached to her with cancer, fucked in my pussy, ass, again my pussy, m-yes, with such friction (or rather, his absence) you can even pump up your lower back muscles until the morning. He jerked off, drove in an orgasm, put it in her ass and let it go.
"Uff-ffff," said the member, "thank those, oh my God, and I thought I would not bother."
“Shut up, bratwurst! - answered his brain. - It’s my own fault, I’d be a sausage, I would have loved it all the time. See, for a woman, size matters. ”
“Yes, even a loaf of doctoral doctrine for her, all one will be little,” cried the offended little brother, but no one listened to him.

Ingrid moved under me.
- DD, you finished in the ass? She asked.
“Well, yes,” I replied, thinking, had I really blundered, and the sperm in the anus was also unbearable for Ingrid. But, on the contrary, won praise.
- Yes, well done, I knew that I would guess myself. I had only an abortion before the operation.
“What operation?”
- Well, I did not say? In the autumn I will remove the tummy and a little from the priests, they will make liposuction. I will be beautiful and slim, you will come next summer, you will see for yourself.
- From the priests is not necessary. She is with you and so cool! - I said, and Ingrid slapped heartily on the buttock; if you were swaying, be healthy, the guslar in the epic would have sung like it sways to this day.

We smoked, and, looking at the clock (it was about three nights), Ingrid gathered out, despite the fact that the number was removed until the morning, and I sincerely set at least one more two-hour round, in which the orgasms would continue to grow only in her favor.
“I used to sleep only in my bed,” she explained her refusal to spend the night with me, “I don’t feel like having sex anymore, I was full, everything was fine, thank you so much!” If I stay, I will not fall asleep, I will toss and turn from side to side, stand up, smoke, drink water, you have an extra hassle. Come on, call a taxi, I don't know what the address is here, send me, and lie down yourself calmly. I still managed to take a nap in the evening, and you are up early in the morning, have a rest!

... Despite the shower before bedtime and washing upon waking, when I got into the minibus and went home to my parents, the faint smell of Ingrid holes still emanated from my hands. I secretly brought one or the other to my nose, smiled secretly, recalled how ingrid impaled on them, like a butterfly on a pin, moaning, and admitting to itself that fisting is fun! But the blowjob is still better ...