Zhenya’s every movement was accompanied by my hoarse oohs and her excited moo. Apparently, the girl was quite comfortable in this position, on a soft sofa, but I wanted to see the whole process, and my Wife’s hair hid it. Only by the movements of my head and the bursts of sparkling waves of pleasure did I understand what my neighbor was doing now.
After a few minutes, the girl changed tactics — she leaned a little forward, so that her breasts were exactly above the penis, and then lowered directly on it. It took his wife literally one or two strokes on his penis, which was slick with her saliva, before it finally erupted and covered the sheet, her breasts, neck, and chin with sticky droplets. The girl turned around again and happily looked first at me, and then at the creation of her hands (or rather, not hands at all).
I leaned up and kissed her right on the lips that were just closing on my aroused penis. Zhenya pulled away after this kiss, critically examined herself and ran to the shower-the benefit in our dorm was in every block. I stared out the window, dazed and thoughtful. It was getting dark…
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