05-19-2022, 06:12 AM
A few short stories from life.
After a short time the doorbell rang and when I opened it I found myself face to face with Natasha. Natasha is an old friend of my wife, they knew each other even before our wedding (they are still friends). In the beginning, I met with Natasha and often the three of us went to the cinema or just sat at home with us or with her. Their relationship was the best, there could be no better relationship than they had between two women, there were no secrets and in general they were like two sisters. Natasha was my first woman and I loved her crazy. For her part, too. We were friends for several years and she reminded me all the time about the wedding, but I was in no hurry.
I'll take pictures myself. It's still dry for me.
A groan, not at all a woman's, but clearly a man's, a groan swept through the room and my brain failed. In the left hand is a member, with the right I am inside his womb, a hot, soft womb. I closed my eyes, I saw with my whole body, I dug my lips into his back. Licked, bitten, but not released. He swings his ass, pushing his already softened hole on my thumb. I see that around me is his scarlet, soft bosom. And I'm around his hard, so hard that in a couple of minutes it will explode, a member. I am he, he is me. And it's not sex. It is above sex. It's more sex.
click.. Yes, sure. I hugged Mrs. Wood, and she kissed me on the cheek.
She herself had already laid down on her stomach again and lifted her magnificent ass, widely parted the halves, inviting me to enter her. A crimson hole pulsed in front of my head. Ira also gives me an ass, but usually she is on her knees, but this position, although it is familiar to me, I have never tried it. I came up behind and easily entered the hot hole. She was much narrower than Ira's, and it seems to me that she was in a lot of pain at the beginning, judging by the fact that she no longer groaned, but puffed.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" storming through his head, he held her close to him as tightly as he could. And only one phrase froze in his mind “If this is a collectible doll, then only mine, and only in a single copy” ...
I would have let it down too, otherwise I have a boner, - Volodya noticed.
I did not pull the time and began to look for the clashes of her belt.
After a short time the doorbell rang and when I opened it I found myself face to face with Natasha. Natasha is an old friend of my wife, they knew each other even before our wedding (they are still friends). In the beginning, I met with Natasha and often the three of us went to the cinema or just sat at home with us or with her. Their relationship was the best, there could be no better relationship than they had between two women, there were no secrets and in general they were like two sisters. Natasha was my first woman and I loved her crazy. For her part, too. We were friends for several years and she reminded me all the time about the wedding, but I was in no hurry.
I'll take pictures myself. It's still dry for me.
A groan, not at all a woman's, but clearly a man's, a groan swept through the room and my brain failed. In the left hand is a member, with the right I am inside his womb, a hot, soft womb. I closed my eyes, I saw with my whole body, I dug my lips into his back. Licked, bitten, but not released. He swings his ass, pushing his already softened hole on my thumb. I see that around me is his scarlet, soft bosom. And I'm around his hard, so hard that in a couple of minutes it will explode, a member. I am he, he is me. And it's not sex. It is above sex. It's more sex.
click.. Yes, sure. I hugged Mrs. Wood, and she kissed me on the cheek.
She herself had already laid down on her stomach again and lifted her magnificent ass, widely parted the halves, inviting me to enter her. A crimson hole pulsed in front of my head. Ira also gives me an ass, but usually she is on her knees, but this position, although it is familiar to me, I have never tried it. I came up behind and easily entered the hot hole. She was much narrower than Ira's, and it seems to me that she was in a lot of pain at the beginning, judging by the fact that she no longer groaned, but puffed.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" storming through his head, he held her close to him as tightly as he could. And only one phrase froze in his mind “If this is a collectible doll, then only mine, and only in a single copy” ...
I would have let it down too, otherwise I have a boner, - Volodya noticed.
I did not pull the time and began to look for the clashes of her belt.