1. My branched horns. Part 1
  2. My branched horns. Part 2: To the South!

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- And your spouse, Vic, seems to be unwilling to join us? - The eyes of Igor are unequivocally gleaming, - I would have been susceptible to it if I could not oppose to us. That is more, - Igor has snapped his tongue, - that she is simple in sex!

And why did he decide that he could speak with the famous man of his wife? Most of the men of the situation of the question in the best cases would have prosperously removed from the compartment, canceled these badges on the alkogol. A others would have fought with the kits at the hands of the safety guard. But I do not. I just smiled cheerfully and watched on Sveta, as if I was waiting for her to give me word and word: “Yes Yes, Igor is joking, ha-ha!”. No oh yea a This draw has played with me so much! Their drunk and playful eyes didn’t hide that fact, what ств ств ств ств ств ств ств ств ств ств р р р р мужчину мужчину мужчину с с с с с с с с с с с с с п п п п п п п п п п п п свo св св св св св с с с с с с с с с aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa software And as they succeeded, uma not enclosed! We are not significant more and hours!

My thoughts and the one who conquered in the bathing of the unspoken silence were the treble of the smart smartphone.

- Yes, Vikus.

- Well, what are you, you fell asleep? He delivered a wife to him. - Her voice went to a whisper, - The little ladies left the church, they left the church, they left the church, they left the church, they waited for you to sleep, and your daughter went to bed, and the young woman, who wants to sleep, has the pleasure of a young woman.

- Already running, dear! - I don’t yell, I go to fellow travelers.

Forged, with indented ragging, mixed with lightness, as well as receiving a tolerable coupe. The igora saddened me, pressing my hand on prostration, and the Light was all the same ambiguously silent smiling at the door of the closed door. I densely affectionately, it is Fifteen year-old Pantan, cherishing her shade, stifling with perfume, the handle on the prostration.

From Vicky, I didn’t slip away my disheveled appearance: a red face, a naked neck and hands that were worn. She looked out at me, tricked her eyes and eyes, but only said aloud:

- And here and our papa came!

Children smiled from the lower tiers.

- Yes, yes - I hitro podmignul Vike and pokazal in napravlenii kupe Igorya and Svety - poka pogulyaet mama, papa rasskazhet unto you vashu favorite skazku pro glupogo myshonka. Misha wants to mouse?

- Yes!

- A Sasha?

- Yes!

I took the childish little book and started reading, while Wik was quietly, like a mouse from a skull, and jumped out of the compartment.

Children for a long time, twenty minutes, could not sleep. I already told them both the mouse and the proprietor, and the mother of the goddess, and they all grumbled and asked for my mother. And mama was burned bessledno. In the head at me, constantly moving to the children’s book, bright flashes of small pictures of the music that happens in the compartment of Igor and Sveta.

Here our wives are kissed, conciliating. I, therefore, was convinced of this, although Vika had never had a good time with women. Then they lie in position 69, Vika Sverkha, and Igor will ease my baby in my pussy, then in my baby, and I will rest in my new wife, standing and rest in my breeches, stand and rest, they will warm up in my new girlfriend, standing and rest will go and go, and she will go to his new friend, standing and rest will go, and she will go to her new wife, standing and rest will go, and she will go to her new wife, standing and rest will go, and she will go to our new panty, standing and rest will go and her child will go. Interestingly, a kakie svety tits? Obverse small, but firm. She did, as I understood from the community with them, still did not hurt. And why does it seem to me that the people of the topless will bury them, and therefore there is no trace of them from the bathhouse. And judging by the fact that I had time to see Sveta at her skirt, soski in her dark, as well as straight lips. So it usually happens with such round-headed dark-skinned men. From all these last thoughts, I constantly zapinayus while reading and breathe heavily, worried about the back.

Behind the window, almost the night and little ones, finally, they are falling asleep. I cautiously give up the coupe and am covered by the corridor. The “hell is self” pair of number 3 at the open window is a man. Thin and durable. Likely to breathe air easily. But why not have your own door? And why the shots of his vzdlyobly, and even in the twilight of a night wagon, does the person appear red?

“He watched over them!” - called out to me, after a few words, a second thought.

The little that my little girl enjoys is a full workload for many people, as well as another, well-known word in a way! Emotions inside me prostrate, the heart is beating with a bang, echoing at the head!

I’m happy to see the night cornfields and the “not spotting” mentions for the peasants:

- Will bring! - protrude to his open pyterenyu.

He osohranno watches on me and is silent.

- Bring, I say! Or are you deaf?

- A, yes, good luck, - inappropriately shakes his hand to me with her faithful.

“I have wrecked my wife, the goat!” - I begged myself before the evil one.

“Ivan,” I say.

- Mikhail.

- Is it south?

- Yes ... then ... with the wife ... she in the compartment ... sleeps ... and I did this ... I smoked out ... then ...

- And why not smoke? - to the contrary, from the inability of man.

- I’m this ... nooo ... already smoked ...

- And I decided to look fine?

- Aha ...

From the third coupe heard quiet voice. I pause, listening:

- What the fuck, ebyutsya, how do you think?

- Well ... Uh ...

- Yes, no ssy you! I gave him a whore pizdatuyu, letting them go! Do you want to see more? Do not be afraid, I will not take money for the watch of money.

A peasant is staring at me like a pop up on the devil, moving back along the window of the wagon to the sedan. I quickly grab his side, close the third coupe and we will see the hot trine inside. Tochno, na duo. They, as I had predicted, even the light inside is not turned off, besstydniki! Well, a small gap can be seen wired worn, a worn, a worn arm, a worn arm, a handshake, a tender and sweeping male Torus, and her sisyandry, which are smoothly stretched from one face to another, and one to one of a way to one. The reign of eyes is noticed by a gap in the door of the door and by Michael with us, but it does not remain, and only accelerates its movement. Gaping breaths and walls are heard to them with Vika. Svetlana in the prose is not visible. Mihail stands and looks like a paralytic, he shakes everything.

The female voice from the second coupe is unexpectedly heard:

- Miiish! Well, you guide tama.

Misha didn’t jump, and, as a result, he was shocked by the current and the pulley was escaped by the battery of my bones in my coupe.

I zhe vhozhu in sosednee in kotorom razygryvaetsya interesneyshee conception: moyu zhenu trahaet in missionerskoy poze Igor, ona emu podmahivaet svoim steep zadom, a polnostyu golaya Sveta masturbiruet nA koyke naprotiv admiring etoy kartinoy. Boobs in her hand as I and prodolgala: small, but gortoy twisting at the top with dark black socks, without slides from bikini. The whole of it is covered with a vapor, and its right hand brightly wipes the current pussy. With her left hand, she enters me to her face, licking her bright lips with it. The nickname favorably nodded to his wife:

- Come on, otvafli this current bitch as follows!

Thinking a lot, I quickly take off my footbag and shorts, go to Svetlana, take a zagryvok and impale my greetable red-haired mouth on my own mind. Sveta moos and soyot. Happy soset and moaning, with one hand, the patient, the patient, and the patient, the patient, the patient, and the patient From behind the back is spread to the man's side, interrupted, judging by everything, with a hot kiss. I turn around and see that the end of the terminal has finished its business and the temperature is lying tightly pressed against each other by the bodies. Their lips and tongues are woven into the hot heat, and Vicky's hands gawk at Igor's wide, voluminous back.

I take down Svetkina's head with my dick and set off lightly like a feather, a woman, a thickened sweaty wrist, with the help of my head and the back of my mouth. The package is with her small and beautiful, not like the monotonous humorous wick of my wiki. The footsteps from the string on the heading are visible. "It means no nudist" - I conclude for myself.

I enter the miniature skirt easily, Lightly retracts and retracts and bites the pillow. I admire her dark, almost brown, sponge lips, scraping my fair shaft. In the wiki, they are accustomed and pink, and these were dispersed outside, because of the lily petal. I begin to thrash the Candlestick evil and splendidly, while at the same time almost not moving the pelvis, but only pushing the miniature wife of Igor on myself budto doll. With Vic would not have happened. A candle literally growls, hands wrapped around the bodywork, the wake of her pussy has already filled all my thighs, forming a small covering on a covered surface of a little yellow ward. The game with Vic is already sitting on his bed and carefully look at us. My wife will already greet her prostration and breathe deeply, her eyes sparkle from excitement. I turn Sveta on my back, throwing her tentative legs on the shoulders and continue pulling this doll on my back. The light wraps around the cushion and roars hard at it, so that it will not make too much noise and wake up the waggon, including our son and Vic.

Getting the train to stay and getting ready for the announcement of the Rostov station on the Dona, I pour Svetkin alive with a sperm fountain. And not only lives, and more breasts, face and even a little bed. For a long time I didn’t brightly end! Yes, and long before me, no one except Vicki, without a doubt, has never been with her. I always differed with the faithfulness of my passages. But today was an exceptional case.

We are in a hurry and we go to ourselves. And time: our little boys from the rest of the train ride began to sleep.

Further travel past kuda more calmly. In the third coupe there was a thick mass with a ten-year-old daughter, and we have had a chance to meet again without any chance because of our family. Vika, pravda, razokok departed from Igor in a tambour, as well as Sveta at me, but we both in the same way end and didn’t quit. Then our girls got a sense of feeling out of risk.

Uzhe Po arrival nA konechnuyu stantsiyu, pered tem kak nA poehat kvartiru to nashim novym friends stoya nA zharkom and pylnom asfalte in ozhidanii taksi I uslyshal in svoy adres from behind the back tihoe:

- Ivan, can you have a minute?

I turned and saw Misha, the ill-fated voyeur from the second coupe.

“It is strange, but the rest of the remaining road about him was not unheard of, not a spirit, and then suddenly appeared” - with some doubt and even light inquiries I think.

- You are something you want? - to me, the situation is getting drunk from this situation: zhara, perrone, voyeurist, pimp and whore. Straight picture Repin, neither give nor take!

- Must be in the gate? - Mikhail is crumpling, looking around the sides.

- I have nothing to hide from their female workers. Do you think about it? - and poking palcem directly into the vykina vykayuscheyu Vikinu chest.

Viciously unwittingly looked at me, to Mihail. Good children do not hear us in such a way.

“My phone is right now,” he says, as well as his folded paper bag, “I’m ready to use your hands ...”

- Mishaaaa! Are you a guideeee ?! - I hear the thunderous female bass.

I turn around and see a tall, broad-bodied habitat, which has already mined my own day, not the female wilderness of Michael and his environs from his wife:

- Passed, paslii, I am KAMU GAVARUUU, I don’t want to try a trap! ..

The happy parking box is hidden in the parking lot, we sit in the long taxi and go to the apartment. I haul away the paper and leave Vick. Smile nod with a smile. She also weighs and makes this adventure.

So what, rest began nakah!

10 comments
  • April 3, 2019 19:06

    Zaminusovali muse, scum))

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  • April 3, 2019 19:52

    On the move, three stakes were soldered, you bastards!)))

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  • April 3, 2019 21:05

    Well, too trash and straightforward. From ship to ball. Readers are not appreciated, but you do not be discouraged and continue the series, if the inspiration does not leave.

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    • Rating: 2
  • April 3, 2019 21:30

    I agree, everything is too clear. No intrigue, as they say right off the bat, and pussy rushed over bumps. Maybe someone will like it, and I pass. I will not evaluate, the author is nevertheless good luck.

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    • Rating: 3
  • April 3, 2019 23:50

    For now, I'll take a break on this topic. I plan to write quite wild thrashans. Not sure what will pass censorship))

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  • April 4, 2019 21:36

    Passed, but before the first complaint

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  • April 4, 2019 22:09

    Right before the first one?

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  • April 3, 2019 23:48

    Not appreciated by the Haters, slapping three stakes at once. Although I agree, everything turned out too straightforward, it was possible to twist the plot more abruptly.

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  • April 4, 2019 14:12

    It turned out perfectly, do not complex, the author, there are plenty of evil and half-silly people here, personally from me 10 +++

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  • April 4, 2019 15:44

    Thanks, i will do my best.

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