The morning does not begin with coffee. Behind the thin wall of the block in the hostel the microwave signal rang, something fell. Trying not to wake Lisa, I turned to the bedside table and picked up a mobile phone. Your mother! Five in the morning! Neighbors Liza early birds. Looked at the snoring girl. Dark strands on her face, parted lips. Pulled off the sheet below, exposing his chest. Good To the groin flowed blood, a member immediately filled with a pleasant, sensitive hardness. So, first morning exercise.

He got out of bed and picked up his jeans. He pulled something like placing a member - an erection hinders us, the peasants, terribly. He left the room taking the towel left in the evening by Liza. Behind the second door, someone swore and received the definition of "goat" in response. People in the morning give each other a good mood. M-yes.

The contrast shower encouraged and the new toothbrush found in the cabinet pleased me at all. Lisa said yesterday that everything was in her locker so as not to be shy. And when did I feel shy?

A good omen, if in the morning everything is going well. He stepped out of the bathroom, taking a moisturizer tube in the same cabinet, and ran into neighbors leaving the room. The freaks, as Lisa described them yesterday, turned out to be an interesting couple. A slender, graceful blonde in a bathrobe, my age, froze with a towel upon seeing me. He looks young, about twenty-five years old, but I know how to look at women. Already over thirty. A bald man of years and under forty, in a white T-shirt and shabby shorts, clearly visited places not so remote: sunken cheeks, all kind of painful and painted with faded stripes up to brushes.

“Good morning,” walked away from the bathroom door, skipping.

“Good morning,” the blonde woman blushed sweetly and slipped through the open door.

The man muttered something in response to the morning and the busy bathroom, but indistinctly, under his breath. Maybe he would have said louder, but he is clearly confused by musculature and a stinging smile. Boot did not. I went back to Lisa and locked the door.

Slowly went to the bed. The body outlined by the sheet again began to excite. He took off his jeans and sat on the edge of the bed, putting the cream next. He stroked his bare ankle and put his hand under the white fabric, touching the girl's leg. Above ... Between legs spread.

The palm slid over the inside of the thigh and wrapped around the crotch. Stroked the genital slit. Lisa through a dream muttered something and turned over to the wall, finally dropping the sheet. Smiled, squeezed rounded buttock. What are you ... I'll use you now regularly ...

He leaned down and began to kiss the soft body ... Slightly bit and squeezed with his hands hot ass Lisa. Slightly parted the buttocks, revealing both holes. Yesterday after sex, she did not forget a good wash, though in the shower, we fucked again. Poor neighbors ... No wonder the blonde was embarrassed.

Spent his tongue along the labia, bastard from the smell of hot body. By morning, even the night before pussy, washed up, it smells specifically, tartly and exciting. The tongue slid between the labia, penetrating deeper. Mmmm ... Clitoris ...

The girl shifted and involuntarily shuddered through a dream, bulging and lifting her ass. He pressed the tip of her tongue on the clitoris and she stirred, breathed noisily. Lisa spread her legs already quite consciously, letting in her tongue and fingers. Stroked pubis ... And below. Fingers began to massage the clitoris of the moaning female, while simultaneously rhythmically moving the tongue in a salty cunt. The second hand squeezed the thigh and jerked apart, fully opening the female crotch, hard hit on the buttock.

At this moment, Lisa began to cum, convulsively twitching and rubbing her tongue-in-cheek about her tongue:

- Aah ... Yes, my dear ... Yes! Mmmm ...

The movements began to slow down and I pulled away from the wet cunt. He rose and took the cream, squeezing generously into his hand. I smeared between the buttocks, immediately reflexively cringing.

- Igor, I ...

- Quiet, - the second hand pressed on the back of a tensed girl, - did you get high yesterday from my caresses? And she had nothing against, even when I was caressing you from behind with my tongue.

- But, I have never ... Oh!

- So I will be the first, - he grinned, penetrating deeper into the anal index finger, - and it depends only on your behavior how much it will hurt at first ... Perhaps you will moan from pain in the ass when there is a member.

- And ... And how should I behave?

- How obedient whore. Relax and be ready for anything.

- I'm not a whore ...

- Is it?

With a sharp movement he sank his finger completely and moved, imitating the fuck. And another finger, stretching the anus of a crying girl. He lay down next to the rhythmic movements and kissed the ear.

- You are only mine ... Do you want to be my girlfriend? Or turns you on when I'm rude and just take you? Honestly. - Fingers completely entered anal tightness, forcing Lisa to groan from pain.

- Come on!

Lisa turned to me. In the dark, her eyes appear black.

- The second ...

- It's good. I like when my girl in bed flows from the role of the host whore.

He removed his fingers from the anal and squeezed more cream on his palm, rubbed a hard penis. Fell on top, pressing the head of the penis to the anus and smoothly moved the pelvis.

- Ah! Igor, it hurts!

- Be patient ...

Member entered the elastic cramped, filled it with him. Even deeper ... And more. He put his hands under Liza, clasping the elastic boobies and began to move, fucking the crying girl in anal. He squeezed large nipples, already hardened. Before my eyes got a picture of yesterday's sex in the bathroom: bitten breasts, all in hickeys ... And big, pink nipples of a moaning whore, wiping cum from his mouth after a blowjob standing yesterday in the shower.

From this memory, the excitement reached its peak and I finished, pouring the sperm straight into the anal.

- Mmmm ... Are you only mine ... Does it hurt?

The girl sighed. After a pause, she answered:

- Already better. First hurt ... Can I ask you a question?

- Of course.

- Was it just sex or?

Well, all women are the same. Chuckled.

- No, now you are my girl.

- Honestly?

- Honestly.

Lisa paused, her eyes gleaming in the pre-bright darkness of the room.

- Then I want to ask ... More precisely ...

- Come on!

Lisa turned to the wall.

- I really liked ... When you did not ask me, but simply inserted a member from behind. I like being rude to me.

I would be glad to communicate with the girls, both about the story, and outside the framework of literary creativity:

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3 comments
  • March 27, 2019 22:31

    anal, without preparation, well ... how do such illiterate authors fuck.

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    • Rating: 3
  • March 28, 2019 3:53

    there were precedents. member rinsed and continued. there is something in this animal

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    • Rating: -1
  • March 30, 2019 6:46

    To be continued?

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    • Rating: 0

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