Why?! I was surprised.
Interestingly, if under Igorka every time before fucking put a whore, our sexual acts will always be so long?
After a while, the door opened and Sasha appeared on the threshold, he, after standing a little at the entrance and watching, pulled off his shorts and came closer.
I felt that I had to say something to her, to calm her down, especially now. She poured out her soul to me, opened up, albeit not very confidently. I loved my mother very much and hated it when she became sad.
liveartbcs.com/costa-rica/06-04-2022. With each push, my back rested so against the window frame that it cracked. My pussy was twisted so that I screamed, no longer thinking anything, and only the eggs rhythmically slapped against my ass, and the head seemed to be beating not in the uterus, but in the throat. My orgasms rushed in an endless series, until Dimka groaned and finished in me. Oh, it was like I sat on a fountain. A hot jet burned my insides, and a hefty cock, tightly stuffed into my hole, didn’t exactly shrink, it vibrated so that my whole body, pinned to a hard rod, shook with it.
In the morning we all washed up, had breakfast, there was still a lot of time before our station, there was nothing to do. Our fellow travelers lay on their shelves. The window blind was lowered, the compartment was in twilight. Suddenly Nikolai went downstairs, locked the door and sat down next to Olya. He began to stroke her breasts, belly, climbed into her panties. Olya looked at me with fear. Nikolai silently took off her panties and stripped himself. His penis stood and frightened with its size. He laid down naked on Olya, drove a member into her and began to rhythmically rub her vagina. Olga never took her eyes off me. Then she groaned and finished, moving her pelvis towards Nikolai's movements. Nikolai twitched, lowered, put on his pants and climbed onto his shelf. Pavel replaced him. Olya no longer looked at me, she conscientiously waved to Pavel, and quickly finished. It was time for us to get together. The men drove on. Olya dried herself with a towel and went to wash herself, at the same time she washed the towel, which was soaked with sperm and smelled strongly.
I took a deep breath, regaining my breath and delaying my orgasm, left my wife. Without stopping caressing his hands on his sweaty body from sex, he began to massage his neck with his tongue and lips. She leaned in, pressing closer, her hand groping for the cock smeared with her juice. She grabbed and began to masturbate, stroking her head with her fingers.
You're so good! Should have given you a long time ago.