Yes, but there is one thing, I'm impotent, he never got up and never finished.
"Because I beg," she took the breasts and kneaded them.
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I returned to the compartment at three in the morning. Husband with a hangover did not understand anything in the morning. Although I smelled so strongly of the sperm that they gave me to drink and filled my holes, very plentiful.
Wow, of course, many fucked me in the ass, but no one else had the imagination to fuck me with a strapon. I was terribly interested, but my hopes were not justified ... ha ha, further events exceeded all my expectations! The boy put a strapon on me. At that moment, the phallus with leather panties took on a liquid form, like a mirror when I passed through it into this world. This substance resembled liquid melting glass, but it was incredibly cold and I started to get chills from the cold. I wanted to free myself from this terrible torture and run away, but the boy suppressed this desire in me with a look, put his hand on my stomach and I felt a little warmer.
Did Seryozhka do this to you?
"Inna, you are going to get pregnant from Sergey! And you can't show him your breasts? I don't understand you"
One asked for coffee, the rest decided to drink a skate. I went to serve a table on wheels and felt greedy and lustful looks on me. I was wearing black underwear, which not only did not cover anything, but, on the contrary, protruded everything as much as possible. The bra lifted my chest, supporting my swollen boobs with excited nipples as if on a platter. I was wearing black fishnet stockings at the waist. My cunt was carefully shaved. I brought a table and bent down to pour cognac for the men. They looked at me and from excitement, their hands trembled. Two seductive boobs hung in front of their noses, and in the reflection of the mirror they were my ass and crotch expanded. The one who drank coffee asked for milk. The chief grinned.
After that, there was a lull, Natasha did not even try to talk to me. Holidays have passed, half of which I spent in bed with Olka. And then one day, after one of the couples, we had two windows. The group dispersed in all directions. Olga went with her friends to go shopping, the boys went to drink beer. And I found an empty audience and decided to prepare for the test. He laid out his scribbles and began, already, to repeat the material. Then the front door creaked, and I saw the headman with a bottle of Longer on the threshold. "Well, finally we are alone," said Natasha. She turned to the door and locked it shut. "Well, what's next?" I asked sarcastically. "Now you know," Natalie replied smiling. She came up to me, clacking her boot heels, unbuttoning her leather cardigan as she went. Under the cardigan she wore a white, translucent blouse, through which breasts with small pink nipples were visible. "Don't boobs get cold without a bra?" I asked, smiling and still not believing what was happening. "And I took it off in the toilet. I think you'll keep them warm, honey!" Natasha answered, putting her bag and bottle on the desk. A short, beige skirt barely covered the elastic of her flesh-colored stockings. |
