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It was his boots that I saw.
I wanted to scare them, but I regretted interrupting their sweet occupation at the most interesting place.
Well, what are you, Vassenka ?! Come on! PUSH! Deeper! Deeper! She whispered clearly, clutching his shoulders to her with both hands.

Commander! Do not bother people to talk, – one of the attendants called me.
I returned to the fire, sternly asked: Who is this with him? Who cares? People culturally rest, and do not disturb them, said another person on duty, hiding a sly smile in his mustache.
I was young, hot, in such a situation I could rude anyone for disrespect to the authorities, but I did not do this, because I knew that respect was not held by shouting, but held to authority and respect.
After thinking about the situation, for the sake of pro forma, he asked: Ah, will there be no massacre? None
They have long been engaged in this business by good agreement.
– was the answer.
I went to the tent, lifted the canopy, entered and sat down on the box by the stove.
She has already gone out.
In the pitch darkness of the hands could not see.
Only the luminous dial “Commander” showed two hours.
I wanted to lie down, like somewhere in the thick of snoring bodies there was a whisper: Well, where is he? And God knows.
Probably sleeping out.
Then let’s go.
And then clearly I heard love scuffling.
The invisible “stallion” timidly covered the impatient “mare”, which was confirmed by the quiet, but so familiar “smack, smack, smack”.

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“What kind of people! Do not have time to get to bed, as immediately climb on each other.
Even people around are not shy, ”I thought evil, and indignant that this business did not break off, I left the tent.
He looked at the cab of the car.
The door was closed.
The legs have disappeared.
The officers on duty around the fire ate baked potatoes.
Commander.
Join me, – handed a couple of potatoes one of them.
Who is it? – I looked searchingly at the mustache.
Why, ”he turned, and a flask flashed in his hand.
Alcohol gurgled in a mug, added a little water, shaken and tipped the contents into his mouth.
The river of fire flowed down the throat and set a fire in the stomach.

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Baked potatoes seemed unusually tasty.
Zakhmelev, again climbed into the tent, carefully made his way to the edge, lay down against the wall.
Immediately the body turned to me, and gentle fingers lay directly on my lips.
Not sleeping? – I whispered, hugging my wife.
No, she clicked on the tip of my nose.
I put my hand on her stomach, felt the flag “lightning” on jeans, pulled it down.
What are you?! – she protested.
Do not want? I want to, but they will hear us.
And we quietly.
I took off her jeans, panties and sat down on myself.
She sat down more comfortably, jumped at my “boy” and slowly began to inject herself.
Finally, he reached the goal, and she slowly began to pump me up.
I loved when this process was slow.
How sweet it is to feel when her small, but such a sweet hole itself runs into the head of my “fighter”, freezes at the very end, and then just as slowly returns to its original position.
A peasant doubly doubts that it is not he who does this, but a woman who knows no less than how to do this for mutual pleasure.
Alcohol did the trick.
A burning wave of passion swept over me.
No wonder one of our jokers used to say that “it is only a man to drink, as his actions are determined not by the head, but by the member.”
I passionately pressed her to me, clasping the buttocks.
She worked quietly, but sat down so deeply that I was afraid of how – not to pierce her through. Vikusya86 bongacams.

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