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whistling and in his movements appeared at least some kind of passion. One hand grabbed Olya by the chest, the other he grabbed his hair and began to tear up the woman lying under him. Olya opened her eyes and saw in front of her a twisted freckled face. Erik kept his eyes on Olya and was twitching at a frantic pace.

- ABOUT! ABOUT! ABOUT! ABOUT! - Erik cried out, driving his cock to the very root.

- You'll pull out your hair, - Olga tried to calm the raging guy.

“Give me cancer,” Eric agreed, letting go.

Without being particularly interested in the opinion of the woman, he immediately began to turn her body and put it on his knees in front of him.

He drove into her penis and continued movement. Olya tried to set herself up in a romantic way and get excited again, but she did not succeed. Erik also seems to be convinced that the longer - the better, when he began to approach the orgasm, he stopped, knocking Olya down, waited a few seconds, and began to jump again. It lasted for a long time, it seems like the rest of the men are also tired of waiting. Colin stuck her head in the door:

- What are you stuck here?

“I can do this for two hours,” Eric said proudly.

- Fuck you go, "two hours." I finished, I didn't finish - three minutes, - he finished with the phrase of a famous politician and squeezed through the door.

Eric noticeably blurted out when Kolya was near and, without paying any attention to him, began to stroke Olya. He pushed behind for some time. A member of his limp and fell out of the bosom of a woman. Mumbled that he wanted to bask in the steam room, Eric disappeared.

Kohl had a good member. Not very fat, but long one could be proud of. Together with a muscular figure he considered himself the subject of the dreams of most women. Sometimes I was surprised that women do not flock to him like bees on honey. He looked much more brutal than Denis, with whom he was engaged in paragliding, but Denis and the girls were much more fortunate. It was lucky, he thought so, because he could not think what was missing in him. However, thinking was not his fad ...

He immediately put his pride under Ole's nose. Olya meekly clutched at the quickly pouring end and began to process it along its entire length. Vagina, which dried up after Eric, was apprehensively waiting for a meeting with a large “Kolya”, so Olya tried to lubricate the instrument with high quality. Kohl did not long walk around the bush. As soon as the end acquired the necessary hardness, he immediately turned Olya onto his back and thrust him into a woman. Olya was surprised how convenient this long term was located in her. It seems that training on Kyrgyz land was not in vain for her. Olya felt the folds of her vagina pleasantly stretched, and the head rested at the very bottom, but not a drop of unpleasant sensations from a member sticking to the very eggs. And Kohl, confident that only he could deliver the real pleasure of a well-groomed Muscovite at the speed of a jackhammer, began to hammer his nature into it. Olya was pleased that this man was not very squeamish. He thoughtlessly kissed Olya on the lips, which had recently been visited by his own and foreign members. And when this brutal man bent her legs above his head, spreading them widely, and sank his mouth between her legs, relishfully licking both her holes, Olya really admired him and the last barriers of embarrassment were turned off in her head. Colin tongue alternately penetrated, then into the expiring vagina, then opened the mouth of the chocolate eye. The atmosphere of permissiveness completely absorbed her. She no longer tried to muffle her screams, when his long term still drove her not the peak of the next orgasm. He himself very briefly lagged behind her, flooding her chest and tummy with the streams of Olya. There was no trace of his brutality, when, pulling a long splashing penis, he suddenly broke off with an animal roar on a thin squeaking voice and fell next to Olya on the bed.

“Such an orgasm is strong,” he shyly tried to justify himself.

- Do not worry, you're cool, thank you. I, too, almost lost consciousness due to you, ”Olga reassured him.

He kissed the woman gratefully:

- I'm gonna take a shower! - He said disappearing.

Olya, too, rose from the bed and, turning into a sheet, through which Kolina's sperm immediately appeared. Straightened disheveled hair and followed him. I had to go past the table, trying not to blush too much. However, the guys refrained from caustic remarks, only Denis Balagur offered to help her in the shower.

- If you want, - Olga answered the first thing that came to mind.

While she was closing the door, she managed to hear Denis's voice:

- Come on, Seryoga!

Kohl in the shower she did not find. Whether he managed to rinse and go somewhere, or there was another shower. He with pleasure got up under the stream of warm water. Slammed the door. Olya turned to the wall to hide her awkwardness.

- Can I get you? - a tall dark-haired man approached her, in whose blood, it seems, the southern nations managed to dissolve. This was indicated by a crooked nose and wavy hair. Something is Greek or from somewhere in the Caucasus Mountains, Olya thought, and tried to recall the name she had already heard when the guys introduced themselves to her:

- Alexander would be very suitable for him, yes, it seems that this is how he introduced himself, she thought.

- You want to rub my back, Sasha! - She tried to utter a languid voice.

“Boris,” he corrected, and, throwing back the sheet, he squeezed himself under the shower jets, pressing his protruding tummy against the wall.

Boris safely forgot about his back, not forgetting to pay attention to more prominent parts of the body. Under the tummy, Olya felt a small but well-standing member pressing against her. I did not forget to pay special attention to her lower lips, soaping and washing them from the traces of previous men. After the shower, Boris wiped Olya and led him to the massage table. Olya did not articulate:

- As you want?

The man laid her on his back, busily threw Olina's legs on his shoulders and began to orally humor the lady. Boris was not bad, but either the recent orgasm made itself felt, or his mechanical actions were too. It seems to be physically doing everything right. He knew where the woman had sensitive areas. He skillfully added fingers to his tongue and lips, but excitement did not come. Olya, in order not to upset the guy, decided to play along with his voice, imitating the pre-gas moans. Boris decided that he had sufficiently excited Olya, put his lips on his lips wet from the saliva and ... Olya again did not feel anything. After the large “Kolya” Boris was twitching somewhere at the entrance, and the thickness of his penis did not allow at least somehow stretching the woman’s designed lips. However, he himself quickly realized it, slipped a finger to the anus. I realized that Olya meekly allowed to insert a phalanx of a finger in herself. And replaced the finger on the penis.

- Even less than my Andryushka! - Olya thought, feeling like a small but hard member easily storming the last fortress of a woman.

He did not last long, filling the woman's anus with a portion of hot seed. To her surprise, Olya suddenly found herself very excited again. The absence of unpleasant sensations in the anus and the quick pops of Borin's pubis at her open sink were probably even able to bring her to orgasm, but ... Boris quickly rinsed and left her alone, either as a complex, or without considering it necessary say to the woman you just let him down into.

Olya went to the common table already completely devoid of the last doubts and remnants of shame. Men also seem to have had enough to drink and no longer tried to impress the woman. They relaxed sipped drinks, mostly beer, and not paying attention to the appearance of Oli, they discussed who wants to be alone with her next. It would seem logical that the next should be Sergey - a nice guy without bulging muscles, but lean and, probably, a head taller than Olya herself.However, although he didn’t refuse at all, his modest one: “Come on, I later,” suggested that he didn’t like Olya or he just disdains using it after others.

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