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And I’m with lipstick made up lips.
– And what does the lipstick? – Well.
You know, when the lipstick on my lips, I already.
don’t feel like a guy.
– Why are you so nervous? – She whispered in my mouth and let go of the eggs – I like people like you.

You can be a cool kid, and you can be a trick.
How do I want, yes? – Yes, Dasha, only not now.
If you want, even tomorrow I have.
– Agreed, bear in mind I will not forget.
I stripped to the goal.
Honestly, I had no idea what would happen next.
And then she also took off her robe and panties.
She lay down and shamelessly spread her legs.
She clearly enjoyed watching me watch between her legs.
A white and short thick string with a match came out of her frosted cutter.
– Do you walk with a tampon? – I asked.
– Nope.
With gasket.
Now put in for you.
And how would you lick me.
– You and I can lick without a tampon.
“Ugh, I don’t even allow Charlie to do it.”
I immediately lay down on my stomach, placing my head between her legs and began to lick her lips with this thread.

My hands stroked her with everything they could reach — belly, breasts, thighs.
Nipples were harder than my dick.
Dasha was breathing, moaning, curving with her whole body, clinging to my shoulders with her nails.
I didn’t let Charlie get close to her.
This dog knew what was going on.
He fussed, whined.
And I didn’t find anything better than to fit in between my spread legs.
Dasha, when she saw her little poodle on me from behind, screamed loudly, immediately holding her mouth with her hand.
I did not see, but I felt well how this pervert, putting his paws on my bare ass, rhythmically pecked his wet end between my buttocks.
He did not enter me, but the feeling was spectacular and amusing, judging by the reaction of Dashi.
– Oh, I can not on this pussy! she whispered loudly, “don’t know who to fuck.”
In general, I thought he was still a boy, he was just over a year old.
And then, pipets, in our garden, then a lost lapdog will fuck up, then join the neighboring cat.

And he sits as if it should be! Sorry, Grandma broke them.
Dasha sat in front of me with her legs crossed.
– And if he really fucked you? she asked without stooping.
– So what? Once he likes me.
– I answered jokingly.
– And the knot would have let himself in? she suddenly asked.
We looked into each other’s eyes.
Even in the dim light of a night light, I saw enthusiastic interest in her eyes.
– And we know about the node? – Purely theoretically.
Charlie, having achieved nothing, sat on the floor and looked at us, sticking his tongue out.
Dasha with me took out her bloody tampon, removing it in the bag and in the bedside table, away from her pervert.
She put a white towel under herself and spread her legs again.
– Today there is less blood, but you will still get dirty.
Come on.
I lay down on her and slowly entered.
It seemed to me that this narrow vagina is already filled with something, the juice probably.

I closed her loud moans with a kiss.
Dasha could not control herself at such moments.
Then we wiped each other with a towel and wet wipes.
Dasha joked: – I broke my kisses, see how much blood.
– And who tore her up and when? – I asked immediately – “I will tell you if you behave yourself,” Dasha replied, inserting a new tampon.
Then we drank compote.
And Dasha went to the bathroom.
When she returned fresh, wet in her robe.
“I’m going to describe myself now,” I said, “Tulet and the bathroom on the first floor, not far from the grandmother’s bedroom,” Dashka answered with her charming and sly smile, “can you get into the bottle?” And she watched me write in the neck of a plastic bottle.
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