ukraine webcam sex But Lenka’s restraint did not last long, as soon as the second bottle of beer gave her damn head, she had already forgotten about modesty and was happy to put the sun and her eyes on everyone’s feet before and after.
I love to play on contrasts: I modestly sat next to me, pulling on the dress so that nothing intimate could be seen and pretend to be just an akhuenno modest girl.
Several guys from the neighboring company were increasingly looking at us, neglecting their less beautiful girls.
Already by the middle of the day the main mistake of the organizers became clear: there were much less toilets than necessary.

The toilets were plastic ugly cramped cubicles, which they placed in the far corner of the field.
They were visible from everywhere, as at the former airfield, hastily designed for summer holidays, there were no trees, no buildings, no bushes.
A temporary, but high, impassable metal fence ran along the perimeter.
“Let’s go pissing,” Lenka said, sucking the third bottle of beer.
“Let’s go,” I nodded.
My mood was excellent, the beer was already in my head, I wanted adventure and the lustful looks of the guys who licked my figure gave me pleasure.
When I got up, I bent down, supposedly straightening the fastener on my shoe, I had the feeling that other people’s views just burned my ass.

cute emo webcam
Chastefully adjusting the dress, I went to pee, with the air as if I were going to the queen for an appointment, and only excessively wagging hips gave me a born slut who loves to fuck.
We got into a long queue, about fifty people, and only now understood how we were in trouble.
The line was moving incredibly slowly.
Most guys could not stand, retreated to the fence and standing back to us cast without any problems.
The first ten minutes, we patiently shifted from foot to foot.
Here in the corner was a special world.
Here everyone wanted to write and thought only about how to pee as soon as possible.
Ten lines, fifty people in each, consisted mainly of girls.
Each wanted to write, and this desire strengthened my impatience dozens of times.
Lenka and I went through all the stages of wanting to pee, at first we chatted freely, then squeezed and crossed our legs, then we began to breathe heavily and look around.
There was nowhere to move.
Among the girls began to hysterics, drunk girls were not shy in expressions: – What a fuck there sat down for so long, pull her fuck! – Well, why am I not a boy, I would just stand up now and pee quietly.
– Damn! I can no longer tolerate, I am now described! – Not you alone, I am now also described! – Damn!

How I want to write! – Zatkis, whore, without you sick! A crowd of several hundred drunken girls moaned, shifted from foot to foot, squeezed legs, thrust hands between legs, breathing heavily and talking only about the bottom – how much I want to write! The sight was incredible.
Never seen this before.
But the most interesting was still to come.
“Damn! I described myself! ”- suddenly a bitch in a bright sundress screamed.
“Damn! Damn it! ”She trampled on one place with her hands between her legs and it was obvious that moisture was flowing down her legs.
ukraine webcam sex