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Slowly, I looked at the woman from head to toe, something is wrong in her today.
But what? – Hello! She said cheerfully.
I did not share her joy, and my bad mood did not escape the attention of a young woman.

“Hello,” he muttered to himself.
– Are not you happy to see me? Do you think me frivolous? – Not.
Simply.
Just not in the mood.
– So let’s go, I’ll pick it up.
– Anya blinked at me.
We moved to our place.
The girl is located between my legs, took a member in her mouth and gently began to caress.
Member instantly got up and literally turned to stone.
I do not know what came over me, it seemed that Lena’s wife was at her feet, and I put my palms on the back of Ani’s head and literally began to fuck her mouth.
I drove my big dick into the throat of a young girl, never for a second stopped moving the pelvis.
Avenged for tried humiliation.
Annie choked, coughed, gasped.
Her face turned red, and crocodile tears poured from her eyes, but I did not stop raping her mouth until I’d almost finished eating young mommy’s stomach.
After which she vomited.
A gang of 12–13 year olds ran out into the clearing, and stared at us.
– What are you staring at? Well, run from here, not that I will punish.
The children, frightened by my cry, turned around and disappeared behind the bushes.
When I stopped my criminal activities, the girl was a pitiful sight.
Lipstick smeared on the face, hair tangled, and mascara flowed from the eyes.
On her chin she hung slime mixed with my sperm.
– Why are you so with me? – coughing, Anya asked.
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