Oh, I probably won't be able to for a long time. I've had enough.
After my words, the whimpering subsided, she calmed down a little.
liveartbcs.com/azerbaijan/16-03-2022. “Please…” I looked up imploringly, clutching the wet barrel in my hands. - Fuck me...
We ate, walked, rested, drank, the guys also made a hookah, it was great, I had fun and completely forgot about my boyfriend, forgot that we had a fight. How nice it is to be distracted ... After about a couple, three hours of partying, the phone rang me, I was just saying a toast with congratulations, I asked Dima to answer, to say that I would call back. It turned out to be my boyfriend, he asked where I was, Dima answered him that I was with him, we like drinking, celebrating a birthday ... Then he was rude to Dima, called me a whore, and said that he didn’t want to know me anymore. When I said a toast, we drank ... Then we went out to smoke on the balcony with Dima and he told the whole conversation word for word. On the one hand, I immediately felt sad and lonely, self-esteem immediately fell below the plinth ... and then I thought yes, to hell with it. I am a beautiful girl, I probably like a lot of people. I asked Dima if he likes me? Would he like me? He answered yes... I felt my self-esteem immediately rise a little...
I'm... ending... I barely squeezed myself out, enjoying my aunt's second blowjob. Olga heard this and swallowed the penis deeper, which immediately began to erupt sperm right into her aunt's throat.
Galya. - Yes Yes. You take turns, then one then the other caress yourself, and I have to listen to it.
A couple of days later, having traveled about 500 kilometers (by train and bus), I stood at the door of Aunt Ira's apartment. She lived in a two-story apartment building with amenities. It was already evening.
What are we drinking for?