Kick… Sasha muttered barely breathing, under his shorts there was a good-sized bump, the size was clearly an order of magnitude larger than mine...
With difficulty, I pulled mine out of the sweet folds, straightened my underwear and washed my hands for a long time, looking in the mirror and studying this new fucking look. I heard the closet doors close in the room, well, in a few minutes that I caressed myself, you could examine all the contents in detail. I walk out of the bathroom as if nothing had happened, turn on the kettle and steal a glance at your jeans. From the sight of the tubercle, my legs give way and I feel how the linen gets wet through and through from a new large portion of lubricant. It seems to me that even satin trousers got wet and the air smelled of something indecent and animal. We are both silent, we feel each other's tension, we see the excitement and we breathe deeply. I know you won't touch me if I don't let you. I know that despite your strong desire, you will not do anything that could jeopardize our bond with you. Sometimes it seems to me that you would not have said anything to me until old age if you were not sure that I need you no less than you need me. I trust you more than anyone else, I'm calm with you, I feel your protection and care. You proved it for so long and did not demand anything, you let me get used to it, stop being defensive and afraid.
It frightens, the truth is that in the evening you still have to give the bored Igorka. Okay, now I'll sleep, maybe I'll recover a little.
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I was sitting in my place on the bench when she came and again tried to squeeze past me. And again put on his knees, kissed. There were no panties under the dress, and the busie disappeared somewhere in the depths of the bath. They caressed, got off their knees, drank a little. I did not want to go into the house and just talked about different topics. Vitka was also touched. She's not going to disturb anyone. And they may not go to visit, but let them come at least occasionally. After all, everything is for them: a house, a farm, a garden.
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When my convulsions and the flow of sperm ended, Julia stuck her cock out of her mouth and began to gently kiss his head and trunk with her lips. She held my limp weapon like a delicate flower and tried to warm it with her breath.
I immediately realized that this man is his father and today I am going to please my headman's father with holes, I will enjoy his penis and absorb sperm with my holes. In the morning, skipping technical school, in favor of a hard member, I went to him. He greeted me like a gentleman, called me into the kitchen and we began to drink tea with him. I told him about myself, and he told about his life, about his son, that he stays at the technical school after classes almost until late and additionally studies for good grades, but I perfectly understood where and with whom he lingers after classes . After an interested communication with each other, I felt a pleasant and familiar heat between my legs, this was the first bell that the pussy wanted a hard dick in itself, and I began to take off my outerwear right in the kitchen.
"Let's try, but I'll cum in your pussy"
“Yes, you moron, I like you too, but you need to work with your head and not with your penis,” Ira said so that he freaked out, she never used such words, at least in front of him, and he liked it.