1. Ride Part 1
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- How are you, girlfriend, do not mind? - Maria looked at her neighbor, searchingly.

- Of course not. Only I wanted to ask you to praise him. Well, think of something that he is a cool lover, so that he would not worry so much.

“I'm not a girl, I know myself,” Masha was offended.

- And nobody will ask me? - Vitaly was outraged.

- Why ask you? The argument itself has lost, there is nothing to jump back, ”Maria patted her husband's head.

When they came back from rest to Bishkek, satisfied and sunburned, Andrey himself approached Vitaly and offered to cancel the subject matter. Now he, after having arranged a wonderful holiday, was ashamed to demand also the wife of a friend. But Vitali only laughed.

- No, really. Named gruzdem, get into the box. I agreed with everything about Masha. Tomorrow I will need to go to my parents. I will offer you to show your native village. Masha will have urgent business in the city. She was going to the market. We will all together persuade Olya to go, and before the trip you will remember that you have not photographed the real Kyrgyz market and will stay with Masha. In the village, I will make the parents persuade us to stay overnight, and you will have a whole night.

- Aren't you offended?

- I already told you, a member more, a member less - do not worry!

When Vitaly put Olya in the car and was about to leave, he realized that both Masha and Andrey had a wild jade. They were both afraid to be alone, knowing why they were left together. In order not to increase the awkwardness, Vitaly started the car, waved his hand and, without another word, set off.

To Olin's surprise, they even, without having left the city, drove up to some mansion with a high fence.

- Do your parents live here? - with doubt start Olya.

- Not. You will see now.

Already at the entrance, Olya realized that she was in the sauna. The specific smell unmistakably made it clear that in such places she had already been.

- Is it a sauna? You lost the argument, you are not supposed to - Olya guessed, having decided that Vitaly was going to have sex with her. Not that she was against, but why not turn the tail.

- And I will not, - Vitaly's answer entered into a stupor.

The door to the hall opened. A red-haired guy with glasses looked out at the voices:

- ABOUT! Vital, hello! We arrived, - he said somewhere deep into the room.

Behind him looked already familiar Ole Denis, with whom she flew a paraglider. This first paid attention to Olya:

“The incomparable clever and beautiful Olga decided to brighten up our evening,” he recited, looking Olga up and down and denying the last doubt why she was here.

Olga whispered to Vitaly:

- Did you bring me something for them?

- Not. They are for you. To Kyrgyz vacation you remember.

- I feel like a whore.

- Well, I just wanted to offer you. Surprise to do. If you do not want, we can leave right now.

Olga stood in doubt and tried to understand her feelings. The first thing rolled wild shame and resentment at Vitali, because he was so simple, without even asking her opinion, brought to the sauna to a pile of men. The fact that the two guys looking out for them were far from the only ones was said by the sound of billiard balls and the hum of several voices heard from the half-open door. And at the same time with this understanding of what the resting men expect from her, Olga felt, the familiar itch in her stiff nipples and the first portion of the secret, worn out by her pussy.

“Well, let's just sit and have a drink,” Olga issued her decision, still ashamed to admit out loud what she really wanted. My heart was pounding from the expectation of something wild, forbidden, and from this even more attractive.

"Sit, drink" lasted the first fifteen minutes. Then the gallant Denis, with the rights of the only man who had already tried Oli, offered her to change clothes.The rest of the men, who turned out to be six people, besides Vitaly, looked at Olya so eloquently, that the latter had no doubt that they all knew perfectly well what was happening on the paragliders and why they brought her here. Of course, there was no question about any swimsuit. They just let her turn into a sheet. Olga wanted to leave underwear. Then I thought. She was well aware that her underwear would linger on her for a very short time and wrapped a naked body with a sheet. A glass of martini, which Denis generously poured to the brim and forced to drink to the bottom - “penalty”, has not yet reached his head. Olya felt herself at ease. Vitaly helped a little:

- Listen, Dan! Are you a massage therapist? Olya something back hurts, maybe she slept wrong ... can you see? Ol, will you show Dan where it hurts?

Dennis, with the air of a connoisseur, began to ask questions, syruping in medical terms and leading Olya to another room. Olya managed to notice the eyes of the remaining men, eager to also massage her body. However, not all were so. Boris with the missing kind poked his finger into the smartphone. Redhead Eric philosophized about something and seemed not to pay any attention to the woman. Sergey seemed to be in this company for the first time, he was also constrained, did not participate in conversations and now was hypnotizing his glass. But the fat Egor looked at the woman like a cat on sour cream. Olya would not be surprised if he licked his lips and began to purr. Represented Kohl she had already seen. It was the paragliders co-pilot. Tattoo in the form of a parachute spoke of the military past of the man, and the muscular body and excellent bearing suggested that he continues to serve. He looked at the woman rather patronizing, they say only I can carry you to such a heaven of which you could not even dream.

Denis, like last time, did not begin to beat around the bush. He led him to the couch, offered to spread a sheet under him, defiantly turned away. And pretending that he was professionally feeling his back, he touched his crotch to his bare shoulder. Despite the fact that there was a sheet between the bodies, Olga was thrown into a fever. In her head it was beating that she was a whore, who was brought to appease a whole crowd of men. Shame, mixed with lust, again forced to expel a portion of the lubricant from itself, and Olya felt a hot drop crawling on her lips, draining onto the bed sheet.

- I wonder if he sees how wet I am there? - thought Olya. The world was starting to turn, and she realized that a martini glass, drunk in one gulp without a snack, got to the head.

Denis really was a good masseur. His hot hands then gently stroked, then began on the verge of pain to dig into some muscle and knead it, then rubbed the skin, filling the body with warmth. The massage was rather relaxing, and Olya swam on the waves of pleasure, letting go of all her thoughts. Only when the gentle hands, stretching her calves, moved to her hips and gently hinted that they needed to spread her legs a little, Olin's head turned on for a short time to move them apart, opening her tight lips and the thought flashed:

“Now he sees exactly how wet I am.”

Then Olya found herself again half awake, closing her eyes and taking with pleasure the gentle caresses of the hands, which more and more often slid over the outflowing juice of the perineum.

When a naked, but not yet standing, trimmed member slid over her lips, Olya opened her mouth for granted, and let the head go inside. Relaxed bliss is not over yet. He didn't want to lift his head and suck. Olya idly rolled her soft head with her tongue until she started to inflate. After the member became slightly tense, Denis, without disturbing Olin's lazy bliss, began to slightly give in to his pelvis to fuck the woman in his mouth, not trying to insert too deeply and without going outside. His hands were already fully focused on the lips, twisting and kneading them. Sometimes Denis slid his fingers over her back hole, checking the entrance for strength.

- There are a lot of them, someone will definitely want to try here. Interestingly, there is a place to prepare? - thought Olya.

A close member and snooping brisk fingers did their job.The bliss that covered the body is over. Olya completely awoke from the slumber ....

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