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although no – there was no earring in one ear.
“Honey, we were just finishing,” she chirped, “Will you join us?” “Of course, dear,” I replied.
– Just not right away.
Thaiochka me too tired.
One of the men grunted.
“True, not so much that I didn’t repeat all of the same with you,” I added, and held out my hand to her, helping me get up from the table.
Larisa briskly tapped her heels to the exit from the hall, followed by admiring glances.
I, at the head of three hopelessly losing men, proudly moved after her.
As we left the empty, dimly lit corridor, the noise of the party grew quieter and quieter.
Larisa walked in front, erotically shaking her hips, elegantly underlined frank mini-skirt, which in its length could compete with panties.
Behind her was Henry, a large mulatto with a developed torso and muscular arms.

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Relief muscles gently rolled on his bare back, and his hungry eyes didn’t break away from Larisa’s elegant ass.
The other two men, who called themselves John and Jack, differed from Henry only in skin color.
“No other than a club of bodybuilders decided to make a fun weekend for themselves,” I thought, wondering how these handsome men look more effective than me.
We went into the room prepared for us.
Out of all five, I was the most dressed in my spacious shirt and leather pants.
Henry, Jack and John were only panties with a clearly bulging front part, well, on Larisa, in addition to a mini-skirt, there was a very frank blouse with a deep cut.

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The room was furnished for an intimate date – there were no whips, no handcuffs, or steel collars fitted into the wall.
The men surrounded Larisa, unequivocally stroking her chest, shoulders, hips and buttocks.
They were all a head taller than my wife, who was by no means small.
When she took off her shoes in high heels, she became very tiny, barely on the shoulder ambassadors surrounding her.
I, according to our plan, have not yet participated in the events.
Henry, coming from behind, resolutely raised his hands to Larisa, closing his palms on the back of her head crosswise.
Now she could not let them down, even if she really wanted to.
However, Larissa in life liked such a rude, unceremonious appeal.
And now she closed her eyes, having joined the game with pleasure.
John and Jack began to caress her nipples, which clearly appeared through the thin fabric of the blouse.
Not at all the small breasts of my wife almost completely disappeared in their wide palms.
Henry, in the meantime, unequivocally pushing her between the buttocks with reared flesh, began to caress her neck and shoulders with her tongue.
His friends, meanwhile, without losing time, pulled off a blouse from Larisa (Henry raised and lowered her hands for her), chose one breast for themselves and began to fondle them with their lips.
Larisa howled from pleasure, when two strong men in a synchronous rhythm dug into her petrified nipples.
Having torn her like that for about two minutes, they knelt down and pulled off her mini-skirt.
John immediately clung to her swollen clit – there was no question of any preliminary caresses – so everyone was excited.
Larissa again burst into moans of pleasure, not so much from caress, as from the piquancy of the situation.
Her partners, meanwhile, were very determined.
Taking Larisa by the arms and legs, they carried her to a huge bed covered with a clean blanket.
They wanted to immediately check the depth of all its available openings, but Larisa, ahead of them, sat down on the edge and pulled the two of them to her thighs at once. Boys masturbate webcam.

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