She just sucked for a while.

- It seems you are almost ready - she took out of his mouth.

- Yes.

- Then let me, and I'll get ready.

She let go of his dick, and she sat on the knees more conveniently, tried on and opened her mouth wide. Covering her mouth, she smiled a little, opened it again and showed invitingly inside, they say, come on.

He took a hand for a member. For a second, it seemed to him that his cock was as thick as a fire hose. Then he looked at the woman who was ready to take his cum into her mouth and herself. Helping himself with his hand, nadrachivaya his penis to the pain in the elbow, he felt the first drops accumulate somewhere at the base of the penis, ready to shoot.

- Now! He whispered loudly, in a harshly hoarse voice.

Lara abruptly approached, and the first jet hit her in the mouth, then another and another. He squeezed a member that was strong, looking as she coughed. The head has become burgundy.

- No, no, do not hold back! - Lara waved her hands. - This is harmful! What are you ?!

A little sperm with saliva glass on her chest, updating and washing a new gift.

- Oh, Larissa! - he put his hand on the back of her head, masturbating and lowering on her.

Drops flew over her face, stuck in her square, fell on her chest, on her shoulders. The strongest bursts flew past. The weakest dropped on the floor, squirting to him and to her feet.

Finally, he fell back into the chair, still holding himself by the barrel. Despite numerous stains, Lara immediately crawled closer, grabbed her penis with her hand and began to clean. Having embraced and left satisfied, already limp, she finally paid attention to herself. Collecting her fingertips, she straightened his seed in her mouth.

- A little bit here, too - part of it raked into the palm and smeared itself on the stomach, pubis and between the legs. - And here a little.

Gracefully arched, thanks to yoga, a small portion of sperm smeared it between the buttocks.

- Go rest, mas!

She slapped his leg.

- Need a little clean here.

Reluctantly he got up, she was still sitting. His cock is loose. She stood up on her knees and kissed his "sausage".

- Love you and him.

The penis has received another gentle touch and a kiss.

- And I love you.

He bent down and sucked her lips. He was not embarrassed by the smell and taste of his own sperm.

**********

Her room was typically female, and given her hair color, also in beige-pink. He turned on some nonsense on TVshniku. A pleasant bliss spread over the body after a good orgasm. She appeared quietly beside her, in her low, soft robe. She sat above him, pressed to her chest. He pressed against her like a child.

- What, honey, is not fun? What his head - she stroked his cheek, then with quick claws ran up to the groin and touched the penis. - And hung the head?

- I am sleepy.

- So go to bed.

- And you?

- And I'll lie down next.

She pulled the dressing gown lace, freeing herself from unnecessary fabric and slid down. The imperfect woman was good. She watched herself as best she could. He touched her flabby chest, went down the belly, then lower and lower. The same age and the young had a delicate, velvety skin. It was a little tougher there, and also this eternal little bristle between the legs. He liked that she was not there as gentle as a child.

“Probably I'm a pervert,” he thought, touching this native flesh and walking his fingers along the young seta.

- Moore! She whispered in his ear, snuggling in and giving in to his caress. - We will sleep or continue?

- Something I got sick to sleep.

He shifted a little lower and hugging her, took her breast. Small, slightly flabby, she still remained a woman's chest, tender and responsive to the touch of a man. The nipples became hard and twitched slightly in response to biting. The skin became “goose” at the touch of the tips of his fingers. With his left hand holding her, the right he drove her across the stomach. Sometimes the fingers went down a little lower, bumping into the pubic area.He wanted to go there, lower, but first his chest.

- Do not tighten - she gently pressed on top of his head.

Leading his tongue through the wet line on her skin, he made a small circle around the navel, gently kissed him and walked on.

He pulled away from her for a moment. She lay on her back, raised and bent her legs, spread them, inviting him to return and continue. He returned his tongue to her navel, walked over it again, then below.

- Not! Tickling - he walked his tongue over the scar on her stomach, and she squeezed his legs, hands pushing his head lower. - Do not! Ticklish the same!

He pulled away and looked at her. Laughing, with disheveled hair, burning eyes, wet between her legs, "goose bumps", gracefully bent at the waist in his direction and sticking out her tummy - now she did not look at all like an adult. In front of him lay a blond, cheerful, young, playful and sexy girl.

- Come on! - her fingers gnawed at his hair, causing chaos there and urging him to continue.

One hand she threw on the pillows behind her head.

- Well! She asked again.

He smiled and returned the wet tongue just below her scar. That pubis. Lick a little folds of skin on the folds of the legs. Leave slobbering lusts all over the lower abdomen.

- Well!

And here is the trembling pink clit, and beneath it the sexual lips opened neatly, inviting them to enter the warm captivity. He touched the entrance, and she bent even more, the vagina released a drop of lubricant. He licked her grease and ran his tongue from the bottom to the clitoris. At first he was bitten gently, then boldly, like a dog that, in a fit of play, bites his toy, attacking it from all sides. She rushed, having fun. Legs do not obey. She tried to hold them and hold his head, controlling his caresses, but it turned out poorly. Finally, he simply took possession of her wrists, removing them to the sides, and all she could do was just to put her feet on the bed and raise her pelvis up when she was especially good, or to bend and try to run away from her tormentor when she was beyond.

- Aah!

Another jerk up and down did not bring fruit. She could not dodge his caresses, but he continued his game with his tongue, rolling waves of oral high on her. The waves rolled and fell. She wanted to finish to the point of madness, but he did not give it all. She did not want him to finish caressing, she continued to squirm under him.

- No, well, please!

Another breakthrough not only did not produce results, she also managed to twist her legs out from under his armpits and now he was lying face down between her legs. He was no longer restrained or limited. She could only throw his legs behind his head or put him on his shoulders, on his back. Held by him, she now squirmed even more.

- You are not at all like an adult - he gave her a little break, looking up from Cooney.

- Nu! - She whimpered like a girl.

- Okay, okay - he came back with his tongue.

- Well, no, not the same! - she tried to regain power to their feet. - Aah!

He felt the first brackish stream and increased the onslaught.

- No, I do not want it! - she screamed, but he was not stopped, and now her body did not obey at all and succumbed to this spellcaster.

“Well, to hell with him!” She thought, and let go of the taut string inside herself.

Between the legs immediately became very wet. From her like the ocean spilled. In my head dramatically empty, the body became wadded, filled with warmth and bliss. Shrinking with all of nature and gushing between her legs, she turned off from reality.

- “God, how I feel good” - the last thing she thought about was in front of an orgasmic faint.

**********

She woke up some time later and almost immediately wanted to sleep. He, too, was sweaty and breathed, like a hunted horse. He crawled over, hugged her, kissed her wet lips, and they fell asleep.

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