Also, like her lips. They were burning and waiting, when the brisk tender fingers would be replaced by something massive, demandingly moved them apart and stretched their bosom tired of idleness. The benefit of a member in his mouth gained his strength and looked quite decent for this role.

Olya moaned and spread her legs wider. Denis understood the hint, walked around the woman and pushed her to the edge, forcing her ass to hang down from the lounger. He entered aggressively and demandingly. Just as Olya loved. Immediately picked up a high pace, forcing the yet unaccustomed vagina to shudder from a little pain, but it seems the man was over-excited. Quickly poured on the ass and tried not fully fallen member to slightly open her throat.

- Where is it possible to undermine? - In order not to delay the separation, Olya asked.

“There's a shower over there, there's a toilet over there,” Denis showed, and realizing that the woman was already getting up, put on the sheets and left the room.

Behind the door, excited whispers began immediately.

“Let her boast,” thought Olya easily, realizing that she’s sharing her victory with friends, no matter how important the man is to winning. I found a bidet and even a wash hose in the toilet and got stuck there for a long time, preparing my third entrance. She did not particularly like this kind of sex, but her husband was sure that it was from him that she received the brightest orgasms. Therefore, it did not disappoint him, trying to keep this input in good shape and not allowing lovers to use with too thick members. So, she thought she was taking care of her husband.

Thoughts about her husband, made her remember about Maria, who now probably pokes her silicone tits in Andrew’s face. Olya caught herself thinking that she was jealous of Andrey.

“So I still love it, despite all the lovers,” she concluded, and with a calm soul went to the noise of voices.

The men met Olya with a joyful hubbub. Toasts instantly rolled in, praising the beauty of the only woman. Olya once again noted for herself that here people are still a bit different. Open something or ... or smile. It seems to be spoken in the same Russian, though without a Moscow-based "a", but even in the dialect one could feel the southern florid. Despite the fact that everyone understood why they had gathered, Ole had never hinted at it, and she stopped blushing, feeling that she was the last damn thing left to the crowd of men.

She was invited to the steam room, and when she refused for decency no one began to persuade. The whole company got out from the table and in unison left the guest room, leaving her alone with Egor. Egor, offered to play billiards, to which Olya admitted that she did not know how. He was not upset, and even was delighted with this news. He promised to teach and wriggled around Oli immediately joined the process. He showed how to hold a cue, aim, and even some tricks, but Olya heard almost nothing when he entered his game. The main thing now was in the breaks between the blows, when he breathed languidly and pressing himself into the learning process words of admiration, fleeting touches, and even his member trying to break free from the embrace of the sheet said that his burning look was not a game, but Olya really liked him. Olya melted and, when Yegor's lips stretched to her lips, she did not refuse her wishes. They stood and kissed, never letting go of the cue. Yegor's hands eagerly studied the curves of the body. Behind the door there were voices of men and noise. It looks like the guys who came out of the steam room were jumping the pool, accompanying it with wild cries.

- Let's hide, - Egor offered and pulled the woman by the hand.

Olya, not resisting, found herself in another room, the main decoration of which was a large bed, standing in the middle. There were dim lamps hanging on the walls, which in dim light indicated freakish pictures describing some ancient Greek legends full of eroticism.

The sheet fell by itself, and Olya felt herself pressing against the already naked male body. A strong cock rested against the thigh, but Yegor was in no hurry. He continued to stroke and kiss the woman. And when they both fell on the bed, his lips continued to explore her body. It was new. Usually, Olya had been kissed for so long by men who had erection problems. This member was standing incessantly, but he was in no hurry to use it for its intended purpose, clearly preferring to caress Olya with his full lips and tongue. However, when he got to Olin's lower sponges and passionately dug into them, managing to beat the slit on the clitoris with his tongue, thoughts of this receded into the background. She closed her eyes and groaned. In itself it was slightly brought by the cock poked in the face. Egor hung over her in the pose 69, he himself continued to kiss his lower lips selflessly, and the organ that was bleeding out asked to mouth in the Olin. The orgasm was near, I did not want to be distracted, but Olya still let the current head in her mouth and tried to return the elusive bliss.

Egor was good. He loved to please women orally, knew how to do it and gave himself up to this cause with all his heart. Olya howled in the paroxysm of passion, but the head trembling at the entrance to the throat distracted. Finally, she decided for herself that she was just tired of being on the verge of an orgasm like this and not getting it. Turning her head, she freed herself from the cock that was dick in her mouth, groped Egor’s head and pressed her own crotch into a bright orgasm, shuddering, biting her shoulder so as not to scream and splashing with a pulsing vagina. Olya belonged to the type of women who have a jet orgasm. But in all his life only a few men were able to bring it to this state for the first time with their tongues.

My head was spinning. Through the veil of oblivion, Olya understood that, beside her, dissatisfied Yegor. He continued to kiss, stroke and even poked his dick in hot and wet lips. But absolutely did not want to move, and she did not help him to insert a member into herself. But he was either offended by a woman who showed no signs of life, or decided to let her rest after an orgasm, but without going inside, he suddenly slipped off and disappeared. The door slammed and there was an approving hubbub of male voices behind the door. Apparently, Olya's pre-gas moans were clearly audible outside the door.

Olya moved away from bliss and was already thinking that it was time to get up, as soon as she felt, than she heard that there was someone next to her. The door did not slam this time. There was a faint rustle of a fallen sheet and her body pressed against it. The fact that it was not Egor, she understood right away. Egor was slightly plump, his body was soft and smooth. This one was thin and wiry. The nipples began to tickle the thick hair of a man's chest, and his breath clouded with a tobacco smell. Egor also smelled of cigarettes, but he seemed to smoke some light expensive cigarettes. These smelled harsh and unpleasant. It looks like the guy was in the shower, the rather pleasant smell of shower gel mixed in with the unpleasant smell of cigarettes. Olya decided not to open her eyes, but to try to guess which of the guys are now crawling on her awkwardly trying to attach a member that has not yet gained firmness between her still-divorced legs. Finally, the head collapsed, and the man twitched over Olya's body, not even trying to kiss or stroke her. Olya went through the images of the men she saw at the table in her head. Kohl - the paratrooper was also lean, but most likely he would not breathe in her ear now. He was tall. Denis and Egor fell away. Boris was with a tummy and most likely much harder. There remained Sergei, a cute brunette or redhead Eric, who apparently did not like Ole. Which of them had thick and thorny thickets on her chest, Olya did not remember, so she decided to let Sergei be on it now.

Thanks to the thoughts of a cute Sergei, the pussy softened and started sipping. Member slid nicer. The man obviously either disdained Olya, or just got used to fucking only prostitutes. He continued to hang over the woman, trying to limit the touch with her only impassive sticking member.Only when Olya herself hugged him and clutching at the buttocks began to thrust claws into him, setting the pace, the guy suddenly tensed up, even the member became harder, breathed Read more →