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I remember the rare sense of spirited cheerfulness that swept over me on that bright summer day when the sun seemed to decide, in part, to embrace people in their ardent embraces before a long separation.
A guy who was falling apart was dozing, quietly snoring and swaying in time with the car, gradually leaning towards my shoulder.
And then everything developed according to a well-known scenario.

First, his head lay on his shoulder, then slipped on his chest and stomach, until she found herself on a long-cocked root.

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Then, as if in a dream, he lay sideways and I felt hot breath and touching of soft lips on the trunk through the light fabric of the pants.
One of my palm lay on hard curls of the head.
The second one, slipped along the tanned shoulder and spinal cavity, and slipped under the shorts, stroking and massaging its deliciously elastic and fluffy buns.

To play the randomness of what was happening was no longer necessary.
The guy quickly got my root from under the clothes and clung to it with cool lips.
His mouth, in contrast to the spider’s beak, was much more capacious, to match the Pugachev’s.
He immediately absorbed the head and, swaying, began to introduce it deeper.
My fingers, meanwhile, penetrated to his shaggy crotch.
Groping under the skin, a solid cushion of the base of the penis, they went deep into the damp, but clean, canyon, until they touched the tender, slightly pulsating anus.
The sensations from the skillful caresses of his lips, from the hot humidity of the cave, the stupefying smell of apples plunged my mind into sweet bliss, and I swam and swam in her waves.
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