I spent three more days and three nights with Aunt Ira. We had sex all the time and hardly even wore clothes. Ira turned out to be a woman without the slightest complexes.
We lay for another twenty minutes and suddenly Anton, seeing that the member had taken on a combat state again, got up and turned my booty to the door of the compartment and lifted my ass. I lifted her by bending my legs and he ran his finger into the still leaking pussy. I was informed in anticipation of the entry of a member again into me and trying to go to a meeting for a deeper entry. When he turned me around and put me on my knees. He abruptly thrust it into my ass and I was on the verge of an orgasm from one first movement.
I, carefully squeezing my legs so as not to betray my erection, gently kissed her narrow lips. At first we just exchanged short tender kisses, and then she opened her mouth and stuck out the tip of her tongue. I understandingly touched her tongue with my lips and began to suck on it, sometimes grabbing my lower lip. After a couple of minutes, we were sucking with might and main, and my tongue penetrated deep into her mouth.
Taking off my outer clothes, while exposing my chest, I approached him and sat on my knees. After running my hands over his pants, I felt an impressive bulge, and I wanted to quickly feel all of his penis in my small mouth. Without wasting a second, I exposed his penis and sent it to my mouth, starting to polish his sweet and hard dick from my tongue at different paces. I think he was pleased with me, because right in the kitchen, at the kitchen table, he was sucked off by a young and lustful student, but at that moment I was only thinking about how his penis would take on the maximum possible length and thickness to fully satisfy my wet pussy with excitement. When it became stone, I realized that the time had come, and took off the rest of my clothes, or rather, only a skirt.
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They kissed, her hand went back to its original place to continue what she started, and he put his on her pubis. He was not good at this, but he tried to find the clitoris and after a couple of seconds he found that bead, starting to slowly massage it, she breathed heavily. They lay down on the bed, she slowly jerked him off and he did her best. He didn't want to kiss and neither did she. They were more attracted to watching what they were doing to each other. She quickly got used to it, well, it was not very convenient for him, but after saying nothing after a couple of minutes, Slava realized that he was about to finish. He hardly began to offer both in his fantasies and in porn on her chest or on her face.
Natasha moved closer to her lover, and they began to kiss. At first gently and innocently, then with increasing passion. His hand greedily crumpled the girl's chest. Natasha pulled up her shirt, exposing protruding nipples. Artyom continued to play with his breasts, pinching his nipple between his fingers. He knew that Natasha liked it. Soon the boy's hand fell on the girl's crotch covered with panties. Artyom intensively massaged, feeling the heat of her genitals. Natasha, continuing to suckle with her boyfriend, sideways slyly looking at her friend.
My cousin, who was sitting next to me on the other side of my wife, looked slyly into my eyes and said in my ear, and I saw everything through the window in the bathhouse, and smiled at Tatyana, who was sitting opposite her husband. All the buzz of my enthusiastic consciousness that I had just grabbed someone else's pie from someone else's shelf broke off and I felt caught by the hand.
You know, I could not resist and drank what was inside the condom.
We took turns crediting the MILF to mutual satisfaction. She very skillfully waved and moaned cutely during orgasm. In the afternoon, Vadim and I took turns working on the wench. She turned out to be a very hardy and hardworking woman, far surpassing Vadim and me in these qualities. We began to make long pauses between races. In the morning before our arrival in Moscow, we didn't get a beautiful last chord for the road. Vadim and I needed a fairly long rest, the business trip exhausted us. But we remember our fellow travelers with admiration and gratitude.