She appeared above the water in a sparkling golden halo, twisting her wet hair into a short spiral. She moved quickly to the edge of the pool, squinted in the sun and shone. A gentle tan spread over her body, wrapping it in something resembling a bathing suit transparent, like thin slime. The woman shook her head and stepped onto the ledge, gracefully lifting her sculpted leg. Olga swallowed and got up from her chair. She continued to watch the beautiful bather from under the orange mesh canopy, but still shivering from the heat. Elsa - that was the name of the woman - winked at her, passing by: a barely perceptible wave of fresh moisture reached Olga, trailing behind her like a train.
The girl replied with a faint smile. The feeling of coolness was so fleeting that it was only annoying, so she dumped a glass of cold water on her head and shrugged her slightly plump toasty shoulders. Then she put on her slippers and trotted along the circular path, from which Eliza's wet footprints had almost disappeared. The air was hot and somehow too stagnant, not the slightest fluctuation was felt. Olga silently slipped into the passage, curtained with silk threads, found herself in the shadow of giant ferns, smelling of greenery somehow too tartly, mysteriously listened and went to a random sound, in the silence heated during the day. This beautiful lady! He sits on a long bench, putting a wet towel on his knees, tinting his thin lips with golden lipstick. Her nakedness is amazing.
“Beauty,” the girl murmured, kneeling in front of the woman and peering into her face.
Elsa smiled motherly knowingly, even solicitously, then lifted her chin with sharp fingertips.
- What color do you prefer? her mouth asked loudly.
Olga drew in the smell of this woman, her nose swelled up.
- Thick, greasy.
- Give me your lips.
Eliza lifted the rod of her lipstick and touched it to the girl's protruding mouth. Her lips, swollen from a rush of blood, quickly acquired bright colors, the delicate membranous skin glistened. Elsa painted the edges with a darker color and showed Olga the mirror.
“Now you’ve become more depraved, haven’t you?”
Olga, licking her lips, thoughtfully studied her reflection, and, at the same time, admired the woman: her smooth, taut belly with a thin strip of fluff at the bottom, closed muscular legs ... Olga raised her eyes, looking at her large low breasts, trying to imagine how many hundreds fingers in gusts of tender, or frenzied, passion gave them such a stunning shape. Perhaps Elsa was hung up by her breasts... why did they become the way they are now: luxurious, full of juice, weighed down by its overabundance... With a barely audible sigh, the girl asked:
- And what color do you paint your nipples?
- I paint nipples? For what?
Eliza's face was like that of a marble goddess, intelligent, cold, and with classical features. The question didn't so much surprise her as it seemed strange. She shrugged her shoulder, as if cast in gold, with a streak of jewelry running down her neck.
- I do it differently, honey.
- How?
Elsa put down the mirror and took Olga's face in her hands.
- You are so young and appetizing, Olga.
- You want me?
- My daughters are the same as you - sultry, sensual, exciting smell. They rub sperm into my nipples every day. Olga suddenly put her hands on the woman's knees and parted them. The towel fell off. She stroked her strong thigh, still damp in places, and smooth, like a girl's. Then with a confident wave she picked it up and began to lick, breathing through her mouth. Her eyes met Elsa's languid ones.
- Do you like when you finish here?
“Sometimes when that happens, I have an orgasm.
Elsa closely followed the movements of the huge girl's tongue. He, like a fantastic creature, exuded hot mucus, and seemed to be trying to entangle her thigh. And Elsa groaned. However, she dropped a sudden obsession, continuing to study the girl. She watched with interest how she was excited, how heavy her movements were, how sweat appeared on her shoulders. How she, clasping her leg with her breasts, jumps, squealing, biting, spasmodically sobbing, rolling her eyes. Her swarthy nipples are like huge target rings tattooed on the flesh and painfully inflamed.
Wrapped around her leg, Olga rubbed and whimpered, filling the air with sweet sweat vapors. Hair stuck to the face, neck. She snorted, shook her reddened tongue, her breath broke into a wheeze, turned into moans. And suddenly it broke. The girl put her foot on her shoulder, stroked it, kissing her knee, looked askance at Eliza, sticking out her plump bottom lip. She looked amazing: sweaty, swarthy to purple, with overweight toned forms, huge glossy nipples, hipped, young.
“Honey,” said the woman, smiling.
Then she stroked her cheek and, taking off her leg, stood up and went to the open window, in which one could see the pool, with fountains, a stone beach and several naked bathers frolicking in a cloud of spray. She moved gracefully swaying and swaying, and even from the back her luxurious breasts were visible, quivering with elastic clots of flesh at every step. Olga silently admired.
For a while, Elsa looked at her reflection in a large mirror by the window, then turned to the young seductress and said in a strange way:
- Come on, lie down.
Submitting, the girl closed her eyes to heighten the sense of mystery. She had no idea what was going on. She did not hear Eliza's steps, only caught the sound of the air dissected by her body. She bit the tip of her tongue. And she shuddered a little when she felt Elsa's hand in the lower abdomen.
"Quiet, don't be afraid," came her low whisper.
Olga involuntarily tensed, feeling the closeness of the woman, she was seized by a slight chill that tingled her hips and sides. Then she relaxed again with a long sigh.
- You are so expressive, Olya.
- Yes.
- I like it.
Olga stretched out along; her feet were boldly placed - on the sides of the bench. This was noted by Elsa, sitting opposite, facing the girl. She boldly lifted the full thighs of the beauty with her hands and, moving close, put them on her knees.
- So good?
- Yes.
- You look amazing. Amazing.
Olga was in front of her all. So luxurious, gorgeous. She was breathing slightly faster, but it was noticeable only by the twitching of her nipples. The tight, rounded belly also breathed, moreover, regardless of the chest. As if he was tickled by the neat triangle of bright golden fluff located on it. Elsa stroked the girl's tanned thighs, touched the corners where the torso bordered the legs, and the skin was warmer and even softer. Her long, clawed pizdeishn.net thumbs traced the elastic, comb-like edges of the love container. And suddenly, in response to a touch, its doors moved, parted with a small jerk, exposing the scarlet. Elsa stuck her thumbs into the opened womb and began to massage them. Sudden penetration struck her with its lightness, Olga's body did not interfere in the least, it obeyed. Elsa unfolded elastic edges, exposing a pink-and-scarlet space; wet, hot. Allowing you to control yourself. Elsa removed her hands for a moment - - the divine pattern of the girl's bosom not only did not try to hide its luxurious splendor, but, on the contrary, opened wider. He turned completely towards Eliza's arms. The edges of the vagina turned outward and swelled so suddenly, as if something was pushing them from the inside. Elsa folded her palms like a boat and directed her along the only true trajectory, obeying the call of her flesh, answering the invitation of a young body and enjoying.
Olga's scarlet lips trembled, dropping hissing moans; on the breasts spread out to the sides, being born from swollen nipples, trickles of sweat were designated. Rounding the body, they emphasized its perfect forms.
Both brushes Elsa completely immersed in Olga. With each new movement, filling the girl's body as deeply as possible, trying to open it even more. Olga looked at her. Right into your eyes. But her gaze encompassed the entire woman. She saw what was happening with her breasts - these huge maternal vessels were ejaculating, milk was dripping from their bursting tips. Elsa didn't notice. And drops of her nectar covered the girl. Suddenly recollecting herself, her hands left Olga and in a frenzy began to squeeze out the moisture oozing from her breasts. Delicious spray reached the girl's face, and she first caught them with her mouth, then got up and got the opportunity to drink them, and even suck them out. Elsa greedily milked herself, her moans were hysterical. Forces left. As the eruptions began to calm down, she relaxed. But her eyes were still insane. For some time she did not see Olga under her, she only felt how she gently licked her breasts, champing. Then she met the girl's gaze, and, unexpectedly sticking out her wide parched tongue, bent down and drowned it in her open womb. Olga felt hot. She tried to say something, but the words crumpled and crumbled into an unintelligible whisper, only a touching "more, Eliza" caught on her sugar teeth and, freed, hung in the air.