- Bunny, why are you so sad?

Sergey was even more embarrassed, confusedly tried to explain that he was not sad, everything was fine and he was having a great time.

For a while, the other guys didn’t pay attention to Olga with Sergey, letting them talk. Denis and Kolya rolled balls on a billiard table. The rest went into the steam room and from there came drunk philosophies of Eric on the subject of a better computer.

Olya, hurt by Sergey's passivity, herself had already laid her hand on his leg and stroked, picking herself up all the higher. At the same time I tried to bring him into a frank conversation. Sergei glanced at Oli’s slightly covered sheet with a sheet, but at first he answered in a monosyllabic way and too politely. But nevertheless she couldn’t hide from Oli when something moved under his sheet and the man licked his lips. She got even closer to beginning to lift the sheet. And Sergei suddenly suddenly burped:

- Vital did not warn. I was just going to take a steam, drink a beer ... You are very beautiful, but ... I am married and we never once ...

- Got it! - Egor plopped down next to him, interrupting Sergey and explained: - Erik zadolbal, every time the same thing he gets drunk about the computers he begins to scratch and hell you shut up.

“We discussed this with Seryozha,” began Olya.

- Poh ... Ol, let's go hide with you. And then he will come now and take out the whole brain, - Oleg is clearly unlucky in the steam room. He flushed, his tongue curled, but the lustful look was still the same.

Olya faced a dilemma. She remembered very well how good Yegor was in oral sex, and she still hadn’t appreciated his penis in action. In addition, he never finished, and clearly intended to deal with this issue right now. On the other hand, was Seryozha. Olya just saw how his penis fluttered and hoped to flatter his ego by seducing this family man. And apparently she liked Sergei much more plump Egor.

- Seryo, you started telling me. Let's go somewhere else, and now the rest of them will be left and we will not talk normally, ”Olya decided.

Sergey looked doubtfully at the beautiful woman sitting next to her. On the one hand, he understood that he wanted her and did not want her at the same time. The remains of a sober mind said to stay in place, but the little worm of doubt was already making its way.

Egor still something drunkenly broadcast, but he already knew that Olya made her choice and the word remained for Sergey.

- Well, yes, we will talk and come back, - Sergey himself still believed in his words, - And where?

Olya got up, took Sergey by the hand and led her into the already studied room with a large bed: "Here you can calmly chat, no one will interfere."

And the little worm of lust caught up the last lines of Sergey’s defense. Olya was lying on the bed next to him and seemed to listen to Sergei's confused story about his family life, modestly and attentively. But, and so badly sticking on the chest, the sheet slid down all the time and the nipple-looking nimbus beckoned to find out what was next. And her hand, as if lying unresponsively on the bed, was in some couple of centimeters from, poured without the permission of the owner, the member. Andrei understood that his beginning to bulge head was about to touch her hand. He tossed between the desire to touch her or, on the contrary, move away ... And stayed in place when his swelling end, almost not hidden by a thin sheet, touched the small handle. I only swallowed the end of the phrase, when a manicured nail began to describe movements along the sheets, outlining the outline of unexpectedly impressive dignity.And Olya, as if nothing had happened, picked up the thought that Sergey lost and calmly, with a serious air, continued to philosophize about the difficulties of family life. Only mischievous lights in the eyes betrayed her.

“We have two options for what will happen next,” said Olya seriously, taking out a completely rebellious organ that had escaped from the folds of the sheets.

- What kind? - Sergey was suddenly afraid that this gorgeous woman can now just get up and leave.

“You're so big, I think I can’t do anything if you decide to rape me now.” Or...

- Or? - Sergey was tense, completely forgetting about his doubts and wife.

“Or I myself will rape you if you lie that way,” Olga laughed, jokingly attacking a man one and a half times larger than herself.

- Bitch! - Sergey laughed, turning over and crushing Muscovite’s slim body.

- Male! - Olya answered him in a tone, trying to rip the sheet from the boyfriend.

“You are so ... beautiful,” Sergei unfolded the sheet, burning his eyes, devouring his body, “Whore!” - He added with anger, seeing how Olya spread her legs, trying to catch the crotch sticking out of the moisture-shining moisture.

“Himself ... faithful husband,” Olya managed to throw with a grin and squeezed in fright.

Sergey suddenly became furious, after a reminder of how easily he surrendered to this woman. His face was filled with blood. Olya even thought that he would hit her now. But Sergey put his swollen head to its entrance and, pressing his body to the bed, pierced with one sharp movement. Olya screamed from an unexpected pain, and the man, not paying attention, stuck his swollen end with sharp blows and almost shouted, throwing insults at the woman lying under him.

Ole thought that the member rips her up to the diaphragm. But spread out like a frog under a large man, she could neither close her legs nor push her away. And suddenly, unexpectedly for herself, the vagina began to live its own life. Shrinking convulsively, she began milking this tormenting member and forcing Olga herself to tremble in the paroxysm of orgasm and tore a long cry from her throat. Reassured, Olga suddenly realized that the member is no longer piercing her. He gently shuddered inside her body, filling her with warmth. Sergey lay on it and breathed heavily. “Finished at the same time,” Olga suddenly realized, penetrating the guy with tender feelings.

Sergei did not seem to harbor similar feelings to Ole. He suddenly stirred and stood up. Once again she was surprised, looking at his falling cudgel, how her vagina managed to adjust to that size.

“Damn,” Sergei suddenly said with hatred, and, grabbing the sheet, left the room.

Olya began to reflect on Sergey's moral position, as the door opened again. Denis appeared with Egor with a glass of green liquid in his hand. In the other, it seems, there was a beer.

- Well, you're loud! - Denis said admiringly, - will you drink? What have you done with Serega? He dressed and dumped. Swearing something. Did not say what happened.

Olya stretched out her hand to the green liquid, remembering the bottle on the table. “Tarragon, probably,” she managed to think, and began to drink in big greedy sips. At first she did not understand why she suddenly began to choke. My throat burned, a fiery river spilled into my stomach. The guys looked at the woman with bulging eyes. They first saw absinthe drink glasses. Olya pulled out a second glass from Denis. The strong dark beer seemed to her now simply as water washing off the fiery river. The head began to spin after some minutes. Olya still had time to think that she had to go out and eat something fat. And failed.

The fact that she was not left alone she realized from time to time emerging on the surface of consciousness. Someone constantly turned her over, twisted, talked nearby. At times she even understood that she hears her moans. Penetration of a new member. Sometimes wild swotting, sometimes tender sensual sex, even with kisses. Someone guessed to roll over with her, not removing from the member, and rested behind another one. The ass is surprisingly easy to miss it. Felt growing excitement. But it was like not with her ...

It must have been several hours when she realized that she could control her body. She looked up. Oleg was snoring nearby. Snoring rang out ... Read more →