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pretend that nothing like that happens.

All the good ends sooner or later, the corporate party ended, the presenter with the DJ turned their program a long time ago, the waiter approached us and tactfully hinted at the end of the celebration. Leaving the girls in the gazebo, Sanya and I tried to figure out the fate of Vitya, but no one could say anything about him and in general had not seen him for a long time. His phone was available, but Vitya did not take the call. We decided that Vitya dumped home without saying goodbye and is now sleeping at home.

Called one taxi at all, the benefit was on the way. My dwelling was located farthest, because with Sanya they decided that I would pay for everything, then we would decide everything according to finances. Having explained to the taxi driver how we were going to go, we settled in the car. Sanya, who had sat down ahead, with the movement of a magician, extracted from somewhere almost a whole bottle of wine and four disposable cups. Olya, despite the reproachful glance at her husband, did not refuse, also drank.

When we arrived at the Sanya's house, everyone unloaded to carry out. Seeing off the spouses dragged on, we unloaded from the car, drank it on the road, then again on the road, calmed down only when there was not a drop in the bottle.

- Come on bro! - Sanya and I clapped each other's palms.

“Let me borrow your boyfriend,” Olga gently pulled me out of Ira's half-embraces, hugged me herself, and loudly kissed my cheek with wet lips, leaving a cooling trace on my cheek.

- So, let me, in general, here I am, - Sanya was indignantly indignant, - chug!

“Next time you dance with me,” said Olya sternly, licked her fingers and rubbed the place of the kiss, apparently wiping off the traces of lipstick. Then she showed her husband her tongue.

- I won't wash my face until Monday. - I promised as languidly as possible.

- Well pizdeeets! - stretched Sanya.

Everyone laughed and we finally broke up.

Despite the fact that there was a lot of space in the car, Irina sat next to me and pressed herself tightly against me. She put her head on my shoulder, took my hand and, muttering "how tired I was", closed her eyes. Feeling pressed to the hand of the female breast for the same time this evening caused a pleasant languor in the lower abdomen, ending somewhere at the tip of the penis. I wanted to go endlessly, I could not only embrace the girl, as she held me tightly by the palm, and I was afraid to disturb her with my movement, so I had to be content with the gentle stroking of her palm.

Irina nevertheless had to be disturbed when she arrived at her house.

- Ira, come.

It turned out that the girl did not sleep, easily opened her eyes and smiled at me.

“Take me to the apartment,” she asked me. - My neighbors are restless, anxious something.

- No question, - I gave her a hand, helping to get out of the car, then left her, walked around the car, gave the driver 7 hundred, which would make about a hundred more than would hit the counter.

- Chief, let's do it, wait 10 minutes, if I don’t exist - you can go, - I asked quietly.

“Accepted,” the driver smiled knowingly and added ambiguously — a good evening.

The old mechanism, grunting strainingly, drove the elevator car up to the sixth floor, on the floor was half dark, a weak light bulb somehow lit up the space around it. Ira came to the door of the apartment, felt the keys, but did not open the door, turned to face me and leaned against the wall, carefully looking into my eyes. Her eyes sparkled. With what, and she knew how to use cosmetics. Not a gram of superfluous, all in the case. The eyebrows are skillfully underlined, a little mascara on the eyelashes, a soft, shiny lipstick on the lips. The girl's breathing made the mounds of her chest rise and fall. Probably the second size, if there is an honest bra - it was inappropriate for me to think.

Silence was delayed, some first step was needed, which she was waiting for, naturally, from me.I walked over, gently wrapped my hands around her buttocks and pressed her hips to my pelvis. A timid kiss on the edge of the lips. Still. Lips around her lower lip. Ira did not resist, but did not respond. The breath of a girl with a hint of alcohol enveloped me, making my heart beat faster and faster. Finally, Ira decided something for herself.

“Not here,” she whispered, hugging me tightly and then tearing me off her lips.

She opened the door to the apartment, we entered the narrow hallway. Quickly throwing off my shoes, I could hardly wait for Ira to cope with her shoes. As soon as she straightened, I immediately pressed her against the wall, again clasped her elastic buttocks, and with my mouth I began to look in the dark for her lips.

“Phew, how cool without heels, her legs are tired ...” she complained to me somewhere under the ear and I immediately closed her mouth with a greedy kiss.

This time Ira answered me, the girl’s wet lips intertwined with mine, giving me a sweet taste of lipstick. Her elastic tongue burst into my mouth, actively exploring my teeth, gums, sometimes even reaching the inside of my cheeks while actively fighting my tongue.

Fingering my fingers, I gradually lifted her dress, crushing the priests somewhere in the accordion, and stopped only when I felt the cool skin of my buttocks, triangle tightened with classic panties, under my palms. My fingers immediately, cheekily, crept under the thin fabric of the Irkine underwear, and having met each other strictly between the halves, the priests began to push the tasty buns in different directions.

The dress was frankly disturbing, I wanted more, I tried to lift it higher, but without the help of Irina I could not do it.

“Let's go to the room,” she whispered to me.

I went after her, unbuttoning on the go and throwing off my clothes so as not to be distracted by it later. In the room, in the light of a night light, she pulled off her dress over the top and with an elusive movement she unbuttoned it and took off her bra, remaining only in panties. Elastic breasts did not even sag without support, neat pinkish-brown nipples looked at me invitingly.

At first, Ira, embarrassed by my eyes, covered her chest with her hand, but then, having coped with the excitement, slowly lowered her hand. Smiling slightly, she turned around on her axis, giving herself to be seen from all sides.

- Like? - she laughed softly.

“You are divinely beautiful,” I gasped out, while at that moment I absolutely did not deceive her as a teenager, I looked at her with admiration, and it seemed to me that there is no one more perfect and more beautiful than Ira.

I walked over to her, turned my back to me, and gently pressed her back, forced me to kneel on the bed. Continuing to put pressure on my back, I bent it in the back, forcing me to lay down my chest. Now nothing prevented me from enjoying Ira's frankly bulging ass. He ran his hand over the buttocks, then down the hollow between them. He himself knelt, behind the girl, and nuzzled his nose in the thin fabric that hides the girl's crotch. The smell that hit in the nose did not in any way seem repulsive to me, moreover, for me it worked as a powerful aphrodisiac, a wave of pleasure swept somewhere from thighs to the tip of the penis, forcing him to release a large drop in pants. At the first moment I was even scared that I had finished.

I pulled the last barrier from the girl, first to my knees, and then completely threw aside, and then froze, admiring the view. The perineum of the girl was perfectly shaved, or maybe it was the result of epilation, who knows, the outer labia almost completely hid the inner lips, forming two perfect rollers, all this beauty was crowned with a brown rosette of anus. Ira had everything TAM wet, she was clearly agitated. I gently ran a pinch of fingers between my lips, collecting a little bit of a secret and, unable to restrain myself, licked it from my fingers, trying to taste Ira.

Ira impatiently led booty.

- What are you there? She whispered.

“You are very beautiful here,” I praised her.

“Say, too, what a beautiful thing there can be,” Ira muttered in embarrassment. She must have turned red now.

I brought my face close to her bottom and licked it from my heart ... Read more →

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