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fucking yes! – Semyon groaned and the men quickly changed places.
For Igor, this experience was not the first.
He liked from time to time to give his ass a good strong member of the next vending partner.

And I liked to watch him fuck.
This was something very forbidden and very alluring.
Watching Semyon take Igor from behind, pushing his buttocks apart and trying on a narrow hole, I groaned, ready to fly to heaven.
But I really wanted to watch a little more.
– Come on, come on, – Igor Semena hurried, – do not pull.
-Now, now I will insert it to you.
What is your ass sweet.
oh fuck I can’t.
I’ll finish now.
Fuck, cum, I can not more.
He muttered like a madman, losing all his polite polish, arching and writhing from pleasure.
-Come on.
– Igor allowed and I felt his cock inside me flinch.
-Oooooooh.
– groan Semen, generously spilling sperm in my beloved.
And Igor’s sperm immediately splashed into me.
We finished all three at the same time.
When they came to, they discovered with horror that the door to our room was ajar.
On the threshold sat the insolent cat and stared eyes at lewdness.
I wonder if there were other observers? When the excitement subsided, Seneya again disappeared.
But Igor, gently patting the guy’s ass, let him out of the room.

“Are you hot,” he smiled good-bye to him, “repeat?” Semyon mumbled something and unsteadily walked deep into the corridor. porn free cam girls
Ivan had already left to inspect someone, Vasilisa and Arnold argued listlessly about the upcoming program.
Arnold wanted to get rid of his little wife and merge with the masses of the people alone.
Oh ho ho.
I imagine these masses.
rich, white-bodied, greedy to caress.
The country woman doesn’t often receive sensitive treatment, a drunken husband once a week prints in the stifling darkness of the night, and that’s all your love.
In the end, they agreed.
Arnold arranges a small creative evening at a local club, and Vasilisa writes down obscene chastushki.
For quite some time now she collects them, planning to publish a collection with her poetic comments in the foreseeable future.
Oh well.
Diana, angry, like a hungry and three years old non-fucked cat, met us on the path to the river.
A snow-white sarafan barely covered a tight narrow tail, small nipples protruded from under a thin fabric.
In the hands of a business leather folder and a tiny cell phone.
Seeing us, she contemptuously looked at my frayed shorts, very erotic to the word.
In contrast to the mannered beauties, I prefer to combine sexy clothes with convenience.

I can sit in my shorts and on the grass and lie on the bank.
And in her dude outfit, you won’t even sit on a bench.
Immediately on the ass dusty stain will remain.
– Diana, come swim with us! – Igor called her.
“Unfortunately, I can’t,” she languidly stretched, “Ivan Veniaminovich ordered me to take away very important documentation on the board.”
Ofiget, she spoke about it as if the commander-in-chief himself ordered her to provide headquarters with summaries.
Well, however, arrogance, however, she has.
For half an hour, Igork and I splashed in cool and fairly clean water.
Then he went to take a nap before lunch, and I, having discovered someone’s bike, decided to try it out.
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