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more, while Irka gave out my dick to the end, sluggishly fucking my ass.
The excitement rolled down, and shame came to replace: – if I took Irku myself, ass in the ass and she resisted, then he put her ass on her, he got into this humiliating posture, and even asked to add a finger.
Finally, she got up, and lightly slapped me on the pope, I got up too, God, as my back got numb, we collected a sheet with sperm together and put it in the wash.
I tried to keep calm, but inside me there was a concrete split sausage.
Finally, I drank tea from Irka, and went to my place, hoping to make sense of what had happened, but nothing really occurred to me, except for one thing — I liked it, and because of that, very, very shameful.
One thing I decided firmly – no more fucking Irka my priests! The next day, I rotated Irka to myself with a booty and fucked her there with ecstasy, or perhaps even with revenge, bending her head into the bed, causing the uncomfortable posture to be even more uncomfortable.
Irka moaned, it seemed to me, even louder than before, pulling at her clit – we finished almost simultaneously, but I did not stay in her bunk, remembering what had happened the day before.

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So it went on for some time, a new girl loomed on my horizon – Rita, a little girl, playing sport dancing, and Irka, apparently feeling that something was wrong, began to come to me with showdowns, such as what, how, why did you just me in the ass, where is true love? At first I tried to explain to her that we would have nothing but fucking with her, but then, I got it all and I began to order her: to undress, take a cream, rub her ass and get into a pose! It was very nice to see how she obeys and reluctantly carries out all my orders! I then had only to get up, come up and insert my dick.
the truth sometimes throbbed in the pope, but I immediately swept away all the memories of that incident.
But apparently I calmed down early, and now, after the next fuck of Irka in the ass, I was dreamily standing by the window, while she was putting herself in order in the shower.
“Spring”.
A little elegy. Alone at home – day one Alone at home – day 2 Cinema Medical room Physical education class September 1 Laundry Bedroom of girls Epilogue.
“Autumn” Not all the names of this story are fictional.
All coincidences of places of action, events, actors and other related circumstances, please consider as successful and report them to the authors.
Prologue.
“Spring”.
It happened at the very beginning of the sixties.
In one of the small provincial towns there was an ordinary orphanage.
The beautiful chaste country was going through a period of political thaw.
The orphanage was not quite ordinary, because it was considered exemplary among similar institutions in the whole region. Hotgirl bongacams.

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