Standing under the lustful gaze of her boyfriend, Natasha methodically took off all her clothes and lay down on the sofa in front of Artyom, putting her slender legs on him. Arching her chest with a wheel, she carefully squeezed out all the sperm from the condom, the clots of which dripped onto her stomach. After making sure that nothing else remained in the gum, she, with a languid expression on her face, began to slowly smear the sperm over her tummy. Her small graceful hands rubbed the valuable cream into the skin in a circular motion and kneaded her breasts wet with seed. The beautiful picture was complemented by a great view of her open pussy.
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But that was only the beginning. She soon learned the bitter fruits of her sluggishness and mystique when the audience got into the habit of pestering her. All she could say was - Hey! What only amused them.
Do you want to consolidate your successes? he smiled.
I don't even know how it all started. It seemed like such a wonderful evening. We went to visit, sat in good company, had fun, came home. I have the brightest plans for the coming evening and night, the wildest dreams, and she, my friend, suddenly got turned on for no reason. And I don’t love her, and I don’t appreciate her, and all evening I danced with only one proshmandovki (these are her girlfriends). And with her, poor little orphan, only a few times of everything, and even then so-so. And all evening he was only staring at these bitches, at their tits, at their asses.
- Well, Light, stop it.