The rabbit looked embarrassed at the half-elf and wriggled on her meaty legs. Eldas turned his head to the other side. Ylva lifted her loincloth and sat down. The half-elf waited a few seconds until he felt the Hare rise to her feet. He led her further into the forest.
The first shot was so powerful that he hit the pillow next to her head, I felt like at the moment her ass was squeezed, and then the second volley splashed right on her face, starting with the cheek, a hot liquid flowed down her lips. I kept how I could not finish, Anya poured over and again, wriggling with all the body and continuing to sit on my dick. All the breasts, a piece of neck, belly, everywhere there was her cum, seeing it. I understood one thing my girl is pleased.
I slowly approached the opening and saw that my wife was lying completely naked on the bed, and my father was nearby, embracing her, kissing Tatyana on the lips, and his fingers caressed her between her legs. From the picture I saw, I just went nuts and wanted to break into them and arrange a dressing. But at the same time, it turned me on so much that my bolt in my pants was torn out, and I decided to see what would happen next. Meanwhile, my father spread her legs and began to caress her with his tongue, licking her vagina and crotch.
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Events.
It all started two years ago, when I was barely 18 years old. I got my first sexual experience at the age of 18: I fucked a guy I liked a couple of three times. But we have so it did not come to anal sex. After we broke up, I noticed that I was pleased when I put some kind of object in my ass. I began to masturbate a lot, sticking my fingers up my ass, and I fucking loved it. A few times I even finished.
Before the arrival of my wife, I placed the guest once more crustaceans behind a currant bush. Slightly messed up. Not in the ass, traditionally. And it went with us. As soon as my wife is out of the gate, I go to bed with the guest. We will indulge, we will pile on, we will try everything and only then we go out into the street. And the wife? What about the wife? She is my shooter. Like historical musketeers. Shoot once and reload until tomorrow. All, hubby, good night. She gets hungry after her period. Here she can shoot a couple of times a day. And the guest is trouble-free, like a Kalashnikov assault rifle. Always ready to be your young pioneer. Just take the ass, she spreads her legs.
I could not stand it and attacked a young intelligent girl in a sundress.
A stupid gray thin sweater now hung down and interfered right in front of my eyes. Anya then told me a hundred times, it seems that it is called correctly, but I still don’t remember, I generally don’t rummage in the names of these things, a sweater and a sweater. I didn’t take it off, my whole gaze was riveted on what was between my legs, and was there anything there at all?
To be continued.