After dinner, Olya and I lay down and had marital sex, then walked around the city. In the evening Volodya came in and flogged Olenka naked on our matrimonial bed. She shook him vigorously. “Let’s leave and everything will be forgotten,” I thought, looking at them. The next day, warming was not promised, and we agreed to go to the forest. After breakfast, Volodya was waiting for us with some guy.
"Do you like me, whore?" Zhenya asked me without slowing down.
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Vika was taller than everyone, but her chest was a maximum of one. They graduated together with Ira and were going to enter the same university. She looked like a model, and she moved like that, at least she tried, sometimes it caught the eye of others, or maybe she showed off so much in front of the guys, no one knew. A blonde with regular face shapes, in a black bathing suit, haunted guys like Slava and Ivan.
She shrugged her shoulders, showing her attitude to the question in general, and to the questioner in particular.
"I never thought you had such a great ass," he said. Whatever it was, I liked his compliment. I rested the head of the rubber member in my sphincter and began to slowly lower. At first, the hole did not give in, but due to the abundance of lubrication, the head abruptly slipped inside, pain pierced me, since I did not develop my ass. I waited for the ass to get used to, but it did not last long. Zhenya stood up and pressed hard on my shoulders, I did not expect this and screamed, but he pressed, and I gradually lowered myself onto this member. The ass slid and I felt how he rested inside. I was trembling, goosebumps ran through my body, and I sat still, getting used to this long thing in my ass. Feeling the breath near my ear, I heard a whisper:
In the ass, Galya whispered. “Just spit on him.”
Soon Tatyana, happy and fucked, went to the table. Everyone, including me, congratulated her on a light steam and continued to wait for the takeaway of a hot dish. My wife and I laid out hot dishes for all the guests, I poured the liqueur into glasses and offered a toast to the guests. Then something knocked me over and, as if weary from terribly pleasant sex, I brazenly took a piece of meat from Tanya’s husband’s plate and said, it’s tastier from someone else’s plate ... and so that he wouldn’t be offended, I gave him mine. The husband, not understanding my hint, smiled, his head somehow cracked suspiciously and small horns appeared between his hair ... well, these are my speculations.