webcam c100 Aglaya did not have time to look around.
The smell of light desolation and dust stirred the imagination – oh, she would bring order here.
A new door and, suddenly, the bright light of slowly fading thick candles, standing on five pieces in heavy bronze candlesticks.
A spacious room – a bedroom, a bed, covered with a heap of featherbeds, whipped pillows were called to touch their silk coolness with a cheek.

Aglaya gasped, threw up her hands, and Dasha respectfully opened the new door – to the bathroom, who would have thought the room.
Across the threshold, Aglaia smelled of summer herbs and hot steam.
A spacious bathtub – a tub on bent legs stood on a dais, and around – a pelvis with decoctions and infusions, rats, jugs, and candles, a lot of hot lights that seemed to hang in the air.
Let me, madam.
“While Aglaia’s head was skewing around the sides, the agile girl’s hands were already ridding her of a tight belt, quickly unbuttoned many small beads – buttons on the dress, and now with a slippery rustle of silk it falls to Aglaya’s feet.

And a fluffy rug is under the legs in advance, so as not to chill the host’s feet with a random draft.
The ribbons are untied, the hooks are unbuttoned, the fasteners and the lower satin shirt are stroked, warming the skin with warm touches, slowly slipping to the floor, leaving the hostess of the manor in short lace panties.
Dasha, under her feet, enthusiastically looks upwards and helps to get rid of the last item of the toilet.
Slowly, like an Amazon, the corpse of a defeated enemy, Aglaya, naked in a row of her clothes, steps over.
Throwing back her head, deeply inhaling the hot aroma of unfamiliar herbs, feels how her entire creature gently envelops the moist hot air.
Feeling free from your nudity, getting the help you need from Dashka by wiggling your fingertips – step over the side of a wide tub, sink into unbearably hot water, in icebergs fragrant soap suds. free live naked sex cams
He throws his head back on a towel that is carefully laid under the back of his head and freezes, feeling like a grain of sea salt dissolving in a warm ocean.

Dashkin’s fingers, without disturbing, but giving a feeling of bliss, unfasten heavy hairpins, releasing the tangled mane of thick, golden, like moonlight, silky hair.
Frequent comb again and again passes from the roots to the tips, lulling invisible caring caress.
Aglaya breathes smoothly and quietly, the candles crackle in silence, Dashka’s presence is imperceptible.
Meanwhile, her hands cajole her hair with the weight of an odorous mixture, and of all smells Aglaia catches only the smell of chamomile.
Laziness to move a hand, laziness to ask questions.
And under the water of the clavicle is thin bark bast.
Slowly washing the tired body, tickling the skin with touches – Aglaia smiles weakly through half a nap.
Careful touch to the breast, catching the nipple – Aglaya’s eyelashes weakly faltered, and the movements of the washcloth became more confident.
Bypassing the semicircles, invisible under the foam of a heavy, ripe chest, as if blindly painting with a brush on a canvas, soft strokes, graceful strokes, drawing the silhouette of a girl’s body.

The sweetness of melted honey spreads from the throat of Aglaia to the nipple, drawn under water with special care.
The movement of the washcloths below, lingering under the breast, so as not to miss not a single piece of skin washed.
Involuntarily Aglaia bends, exposing the second breast, with a quiet sigh as if approving the smooth movements of Dashkin’s hand.
Pea nipple emerges over the water, pink tip ripping up the smooth surface, bumping into a piece of foam, which is smeared with a washcloth on the elastic milk-white flesh.
Turning in the water this way and that, Aglaya makes over and over wash the nipples swelling with a soft red, rub the semicircle of the feminine chest to the hot pinkness.
And only when the young lady bit the lip and breathes faster, the scourer will pass over the hollow of the abdomen, shape the contour of the thigh, and spread the long slender legs that quiver in languid pliability.
Oh, Dasha, still, honey.
– an indistinct whisper will break from the lips, the body bent in exhaustion with a wet splash of a mermaid will revive the restless silence of the room.
– Here, so.
– Dasha’s thin fingers smooth under the water a short piece of white-haired pubis.
– Aah.
– gasped sigh, when the tips of the maiden fingers are moved apart by slippery, swollen sponges and skillfully find the pea of ??the clitoris.

And the silence itself will listen to the excited breathing of girls who play forbidden games.
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