Marinka didn't have an awl in her ass. Just like other items. Somehow: springs, Duracel batteries, dynamos and the rest that charges her with irrepressible energy. At my hint about the presence of the above-mentioned objects in her ass, she turned on the bed on her stomach, spread her buttocks with her hands:
- Look! There is nothing!
Looked. Indeed, there is nothing. Why does she have so much energy? I’m already in the trash, I can’t move, but she keeps jumping, everything won’t calm down, she needs something. Ass like ass. Plump, soft, I love to feel her. Wow and hole. Slightly wrinkled, tightly compressed. And there is nothing in it.
- How can you see it? This must be sought.
- Search. You need it, you need it.
- A finger, right?
- And at least with a finger, if the rest does not work.
Uela, it's called. And it, the rest, really does not work. His head hung down, wrinkled, even worse than Marinka's hole, and there is not even a hint of an early resuscitation of the patient. Worked out. And it's no wonder that we're already somersaulting. Thank you for not dishonoring me, for bringing joy to Marinka. Three times, exactly. Vaughn moaned, biting her lips. It arched, almost dropping the rider. So far wet. There they are and a couple of used condoms lying around the bed. We'll have to, nevertheless, an awl with a finger or something else to look for there. You asked for it. Yes, not the first time.
She, when she does not get what she wanted, will not let her sleep in her life. And even with a finger, even with a tongue, but satisfy her, the infection. Usually, she does not substitute her ass so thoughtlessly, but here, making sure that the patient was in a deep coma, she took a chance. If only she could stand up, she would be surprised when she felt not quite a finger in her ass. Yes, hardly. Sleeping, bitch, does not react to anything. She is his lips and tongue - figs. This is such a national Indian hut, as Comrade Sharik from Prostokvashino explained.
And Marinka lies, waiting for the start of the search. From this side, she also gets pleasure, so turning her ass is not the first time. And yet he prefers, even to a cheerful comrade, a finger. Thinner, flexible, check all the nooks and crannies. And, most importantly, does not splash out any liquid. It happened that the rubber band did not save. Kitaez, bastards, they drive marriage. Bursting from the strain. Yes, and a bit crowded in the pope, the load is greater. That's because marriage is driven, they have so many populations of pizdeishn.net. Yes, think - do not think, but you have to climb into the ass. Lying, my beauty, waiting. Vaughn as buttocks nervously trembles. She even got up on her knees. Exposed. Well, with God!
I took the cream from the bedside table. To all the special gels and other bells and whistles of the sex industry, my honey prefers a moisturizer. You will thoroughly lubricate yourself and her with everything that is necessary, and then it will go without effort, without pain. And the first time, I remember, I was so tormented. I already decided to retreat, but she didn’t: We must start sometime! Direct revolutionary Clara Zetkin. Or someone else. There were many. But I wonder if the party comrades used those revolutionaries for their intended purpose? Yes, I digress. Marinka is already turning her head, taking in air into her chest in order to pin me to the bed in disgrace. Did not make it. Strongly, until it stops, put a finger in her ass.
- Oh-yu! Bitch-a! Take it easy!
It doesn't get any easier. Here you need to quickly and strongly, so that later you will appreciate the tenderness and affection. I started looking for an awl and everything with it. Marinka twists her booty, puts herself on her finger. Suddenly she leaned forward, her finger slipped out. She turned sharply on her back. Look at her like the headlights of a Mercedes: healthy, gray-blue, they burn even in the dark.
- Lie down! Lie on your back!
Lie down, lie down - what's the difference. They climbed into bed not to study Russian. I obeyed. She immediately saddled up, pushing her pipochka right into my mouth. It's clear what he wants. And a finger in the ass, and a tongue in the pie. And away we go. The finger goes back and forth, the tongue works, the lips are looking for the clitoris. Mariska squirms, moaning began. Now, as soon as she starts to hoot and hoot, it means that the parish is getting close to her. So it will be over soon. And the truth is, she twitched, pressed the pipka harder, squeezed her thighs and began to cum. Everything inside is shrinking, so fast.
Mariska lies relaxed on top of me. Doesn't want to get off at all. And even slaps on the ass can't drive her away.
- More, honey. Slap some more!
- Marinka, let your comrade out of your mouth, anyway, he is incapacitated today. And get off me, crushed, fat-assed.
Eh, how I jumped.
- I'm the fat ass! Yes, look at others!
Why should I look at them? And I didn't say you were a fat ass. Don't think.
- And who, did I say?
- I said fat ass. It is not the same. And besides, you're down.
- You bitch! He specifically said so. And the woman so wanted to soak up!
- Hey, woman, you, in my opinion, woke up a sleeping man.
I don’t know why, but now that Marinka got her own, the comrade suddenly decided to remind himself. He raised his head, that is, his head, he raised himself.
- Calm him down?
- I'll calm you down! Let it stand. This is his punishment. We'll calm down later. And now to the shower and to the kitchen. I wanna eat.
- That's how it always is. - Marina made an unhappy face. - Only a woman will relax, her immediately bam! - and to the kitchen.
- Well, do not muzzle on the table.
Washed, ate. We are sitting. Containers-bars-rastabars. Of the clothes on me, only hair, on a cute one, there are also earrings in my ears. Richly dressed. She got on my knees, crawling with her ass, trying to achieve something. And she did. She got up, a comrade who had gone out on reconnaissance, hid in her cave from the eyes of enemy observers. And gives him the opportunity to explore a secret place, moving his booty so that he darted through all the nooks and crannies. Only uncomfortable here, on the chair. Although where we just did not try. Where you feel like it, they tried it there. I'm lying, never on a chandelier.
- Honey, take your girl to bed. She wants bainki.
Here's the bitch! She will fall asleep, how. A comrade is standing like a sentry at his post. And now it's for a long time. She studied my physiology well. Hopes to jump into the will. Well, he picked it up in his arms and carried it. Weight in it, as in a child. Next to a small woman, even a small man seems like a giant.
- Marinka, mind me downstairs. Jump yourself. Are you going to wear a vest?
- For what? Do you have more to finish?
- But what if?
- Well, okay. If anything, I'm going to have an abortion. And in general, do not spoil my mood.
Well it is necessary to lie in bed the whole weekend. So after all and in the evening a little frolic. She promised me to arrange a celebration of the body, so she does. At least chill until Monday. My thoughts, horses, go to their mother. While they were galloping, Mariska saddled another horse and set off herself at a gallop, trot, step, gallop again. She will jump, bring herself to exhaustion, everything will dry up in her there, in the cave. So she will apply the cream and again on the road. Tired, fall on my chest, lie down and forward - for glory and pleasure.
I did not know her appetites when we met. Pioneer, damn it, always ready, as Comrade Lenin bequeathed. Can I buy something in a sex shop, replace myself at least occasionally? Well it is necessary to lose so much weight without any diets. Pants dangle, without a belt they do not hold. And my girl keeps jumping and jumping. All wet. not there, not below. Wet with sweat. And I started to get excited.
- Marish, I think I want to finish.
Marinka jumped off her horse and got on all fours.
- Stop there!
- You don't like ass.
- Want. Stop it. Come on, hurry up. I'll change my mind.
Serious threat.
Plump, with resistance, but entered. Poobvyk and moved towards an orgasm. And soon he covered me. And her. No matter how much she finishes, and as soon as I start to finish, she will immediately join.
We are lying. Too lazy to get up and go somewhere. Wash, however, and then you can. Tired, right word, tired. Even my fidget evaporated, gave up.
- Can I sleep on you?
Here's another habit. He will climb in, stretch out on me, like Mowgli on Bagheera, and fall asleep. Even in a dream, it happens, it climbs.
- Today, as always, everything is possible for you. Get in, my doll. I will hug you and rock you. Lying under the marinka, I sway slightly. I even remembered something from my mother's repertoire. I'm humming. And he did not notice how he fell asleep. That's good. Need to rest. Sunday is ahead, which means that again, you won’t get out of bed all day.