I got angry.
Oksana was walking along the street enjoying the local beauties, when suddenly someone called her away, she turned around, a guy from the beach, Roman, was standing near the bar.
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liveartbcs.com/pakistan/08-01-2022. We drank tea, just friendly morning tea that relieves a hangover and brings clarity to thoughts. I am in jeans and a turtleneck, he is in a white coat and black boxer shorts. He is as always - beautiful, slim, elegant. And I, like a schoolgirl, are shaggy, rumpled and ruddy. For a second he left the kitchen, but I didn’t notice - I was stupid on TV, and when he returned, he sat down at the table and lit a cigarette. He rarely smokes, very rarely. Even more rarely, he smokes through the mouthpiece. Just before sex.
"Put it on the floor and sit down, just so I can see."
Helped by getting up from the bench. So the jeans fell, so the dick fell out, staring at her face, poked her lips. I helped him to close his lips a little, he himself is without eyes, climbs purely by smell. Kissed, even parted her lips, passing inside. He took it by the head, swung several times, penetrating deeper and coming out almost completely.
Probably the whole entrance knew that I was fucking Olya, but I didn't care.