05-19-2022, 07:38 AM
My name is Alena, I am 21 years old. I work as a customer service manager. The work is not particularly interesting, but what to do.
The sun was breaking through the leaves of densely growing trees. The forest smelled fresh. Birds chirped on the branches. Eldas was lying on the grass, leaning on a log. He was cleaning his crossbow and looking around. Darg examined the traps. Oravan was snoring loudly at the front of the wagon, and Gorr was inside, lying on the straw. Dasal rolled up the cloth he had slept on and placed it on the wagon. Then he approached the half-elf with the crossbow.
I dutifully removed her top.
Do you want to do well?
see more.. "Damn it!" I swore to myself. What kind of dynamo did she spin for me then? I was beside myself with anger and already wanted to just silently leave. But Marina put her finger to my lips - shut up, they say! And then she whispered - "Will you please me?" Yes, I understand what she means. Of course, I will gladly do it for her. And even though I myself wanted to put her head on my dick, but I'm ready to lick her. She pushed me onto the bed and opened her dressing gown. The bottom of her belly was densely overgrown with long red hair. “Lie still, I want to be on top,” Marina whispered and threw her dressing gown on the top shelf. It turned out that she does not shave her armpits! In a moment, her legs were already at my head, and a bright red cunt was advancing on my face, around which there were just thickets of red hair.
When she asked for a break, tired of squirming under the weight of my body, they lay down next to me and started talking. Again, nothing. Her hand quite inadvertently fiddled with my flesh, my hand just as quite inadvertently, amused itself, rummaging around in her pip. Then the clitoris, then the lips fell under her fingers, then she fell into the depths of her vagina. She answered some movements with deep sighs, occasionally froze and lost the thread of the conversation. And when I got tired of fumbling with my hand in her pipka, I laid it out on the bed, spread my plump legs, and gave her pleasure, which she briefly hinted at. The taste is slightly sour, with a musky smell. The clitoris is small, elastic, and asks for lips. And under the tongue he climbs. This is where her quietness disappeared. It was here that the first scream came from her lips. The first, but not the last. That's how she screamed. Fortunately, the middle of the working day and there are no neighbors. Everyone would be put on the ears. And how many times she finished, only she knows.
I murmured vaguely.
You are the last patient, Eli replied.
Jess, can I hug you again? I asked Mrs. Wood what made her smile again. You are very hospitable, really! I did not even expect such a warm welcome.
The sun was breaking through the leaves of densely growing trees. The forest smelled fresh. Birds chirped on the branches. Eldas was lying on the grass, leaning on a log. He was cleaning his crossbow and looking around. Darg examined the traps. Oravan was snoring loudly at the front of the wagon, and Gorr was inside, lying on the straw. Dasal rolled up the cloth he had slept on and placed it on the wagon. Then he approached the half-elf with the crossbow.
I dutifully removed her top.
Do you want to do well?
see more.. "Damn it!" I swore to myself. What kind of dynamo did she spin for me then? I was beside myself with anger and already wanted to just silently leave. But Marina put her finger to my lips - shut up, they say! And then she whispered - "Will you please me?" Yes, I understand what she means. Of course, I will gladly do it for her. And even though I myself wanted to put her head on my dick, but I'm ready to lick her. She pushed me onto the bed and opened her dressing gown. The bottom of her belly was densely overgrown with long red hair. “Lie still, I want to be on top,” Marina whispered and threw her dressing gown on the top shelf. It turned out that she does not shave her armpits! In a moment, her legs were already at my head, and a bright red cunt was advancing on my face, around which there were just thickets of red hair.
When she asked for a break, tired of squirming under the weight of my body, they lay down next to me and started talking. Again, nothing. Her hand quite inadvertently fiddled with my flesh, my hand just as quite inadvertently, amused itself, rummaging around in her pip. Then the clitoris, then the lips fell under her fingers, then she fell into the depths of her vagina. She answered some movements with deep sighs, occasionally froze and lost the thread of the conversation. And when I got tired of fumbling with my hand in her pipka, I laid it out on the bed, spread my plump legs, and gave her pleasure, which she briefly hinted at. The taste is slightly sour, with a musky smell. The clitoris is small, elastic, and asks for lips. And under the tongue he climbs. This is where her quietness disappeared. It was here that the first scream came from her lips. The first, but not the last. That's how she screamed. Fortunately, the middle of the working day and there are no neighbors. Everyone would be put on the ears. And how many times she finished, only she knows.
I murmured vaguely.
You are the last patient, Eli replied.
Jess, can I hug you again? I asked Mrs. Wood what made her smile again. You are very hospitable, really! I did not even expect such a warm welcome.