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Aunt Natasha, the mother of our friend, walking gracefully down the street, forced the men to fold their necks. What can then be said about us, boys in transitional age, with a constant, not yet realized, thought about sex.

We have always envied Vitka, the son of that very aunt Natasha. When our mothers, tortured by the eternal troubles and fathers of drunks, who looked like a C, his mother shone with beauty, and he could admire this very beauty every day. And we, sighing heavily, trying to cover our protruding trousers, watched Aunt Natasha walking with a languid look.

The years went by.

We were growing up.

When the time came to enter higher educational institutions, our whole company fled to different cities, to comprehend the secrets of knowledge and science.

I was left alone, without my faithful friends, having entered the institute in my hometown.

Once, returning from school, I met Aunt Natasha.

It was a warm autumn day, and she slowly walked through the park. The skirt just above the knees allowed me to enjoy the sight of her slender, beautiful legs. Under a light blouse, lush, beautiful breasts heaved. Plump lips spread into a smile when she noticed me, and eyes, black as pitch with fluffy eyelashes, lit up with some strange light.

- Hello Kostik !!!

Her voice, like the trill of an unknown fabulous instrument, pleasantly caressed the ear.

I swallowed hard and, without taking my eyes off my lush chest, greeted.

A conversation ensued, and we were already walking slowly through the park in our own way. Aunt Natasha took me by the arm and slightly huddled, walked alongside, telling how Vitka was doing, how bored she herself was, and how quickly we grew up.

I listened to the floor of my ear, nodding my head in the affirmative, and I myself caught every moment of the sensation of her body pressing against me.

The member got up, and terribly worried, as if she did not notice it.

So slowly, we reached her house.

- Will you come in? Let's have dinner together!
I was slightly taken aback, but immediately pulled myself together.

- Of course I will.

Ten minutes later, we were sitting on the couch. On the coffee table were plates of sausage, cheese, cold cuts, and fruit. Cognac awaited its fate in wine glasses, which Aunt Natasha put on the table with the words

- Vitenka had a birthday, let's drink to him.

Talking so sweetly, we slowly but surely emptied the bottle.

I began to more boldly cast glances at the body of my friend's mother, who was sitting next to me in a dressing gown, and she began, as if inadvertently, to slightly bare her thighs, crossing her legs.

- Let's dance ?!

Aunt Natasha got up, walked over to the table with a laptop and bending down slightly, exposing her delicious ass, quickly running over the keys, turned on light music.

I put my arms around her waist, she threw her arms around my neck, put her head on her shoulder, and we danced around in a dance.

My hands pressed her body more and more, my chest rested against mine, breath

Ania burned the skin on the neck, and the member literally pulled out of his pants.

At some point, our lips closed in a passionate kiss. Tongues danced a dance of passion, and my hand slid along my thigh, rushed to the ass.

And at that moment, Aunt Natasha recoiled, the whole buzz would break off.

- No no. Sorry. I played for it. Sorry. It's all cognac.

But I could no longer restrain myself.

My heart was beating wildly.

The member ached from the exertion.

Passion was torn from my chest.

Abruptly knocking my friend's mother on the sofa, I began to greedily kiss her lips, cheeks, ears.

She tried to push me away, but wherever there.

Having sharply descended below, I lifted up my robe, intending to strip off my panties, but to my delight they were not there.

With one jerk, spreading my legs apart, I pressed my lips to the clean-shaven pubis, kissing and caressing my tongue, felt the clitoris and began to lick hard.

At first, women's hands tried to push me away, but with every second it became weaker, but the breathing became faster, and the moans became more distinct and louder.

Then Aunt Natasha's hands literally pressed my head to my pussy and she moaned loudly and asked

- Yes, uuuu, come on my good one, come on, faster, faster, even more.

And then her body shuddered, she moaned long and limp, splashing my lips with the juice of orgasm.

I sat down next to her on the sofa.

She opened her eyelids and looked at me curiously.

- Well done, Kostik! You know how to achieve your goal and bring a woman to the peak of bliss.

I smiled modestly.

“I owe you, so take off your pants.

As a fly, undressing, I lay down on the sofa. The member stood like a stone.

Aunt Natasha, smoothly threw off her robe, remained completely naked and erotically slobbering her finger, touched my penis and began to lightly drive on the head.

It was bliss.

I blissed out, afraid to move and scare her away.

Meanwhile, my friend's mother knelt by the couch and bowed her head and kissed my belly. Then again and again.

And then she slowly touched her lips to the edge of the head, gradually sucking it into herself.

Then I abruptly swallowed the entire member, so that I felt her tonsils and just as sharply released.

And then it began!

Sharp swallows, light sucking, licking eggs, quick suction, she even managed to shove my balls into her mouth, while caressing them with her tongue. It was an indescribable thrill.

When she realized that I was ready to shoot, she squeezed my penis tightly with her lips and began to work with them so intensively that he finished like a baby elephant. My semen, too big to fit, flowed out of her mouth, dripping onto the chin and lush breasts of this skillful nipple. And she, swallowing, began to collect the remnants with her finger and lick it with relish.

- Well, how? Did you like it?

I could hardly get a word out of myself.

- Yes!!!

Then we will have a smoke break and continue !!!

Description
Aunt Natasha, the mother of our friend, walking gracefully down the street, forced the men to fold their necks. What can then be said about us, boys in transitional age, with a constant, not yet realized, thought about sex.

We have always envied Vitka, the son of that very aunt Natasha. When our mothers, tortured by the eternal troubles and fathers of drunks, who looked like a C, his mother shone with beauty, and he could admire this very beauty every day. And we, sighing heavily, trying to cover our protruding trousers, watched Aunt Natasha walking with a languid look.

The years went by.

We were growing up.

When the time came to enter higher educational institutions, our whole company fled to different cities, to comprehend the secrets of knowledge and science.

I was left alone, without my faithful friends, having entered the institute in my hometown.

Once, returning from school, I met Aunt Natasha.

It was a warm autumn day, and she slowly walked through the park. The skirt just above the knees allowed me to enjoy the sight of her slender, beautiful legs. Under a light blouse, lush, beautiful breasts heaved. Plump lips spread into a smile when she noticed me, and eyes, black as pitch with fluffy eyelashes, lit up with some strange light.

- Hello Kostik !!!

Her voice, like the trill of an unknown fabulous instrument, pleasantly caressed the ear.

I swallowed hard and, without taking my eyes off my lush chest, greeted.

A conversation ensued, and we were already walking slowly through the park in our own way. Aunt Natasha took me by the arm and slightly huddled, walked alongside, telling how Vitka was doing, how bored she herself was, and how quickly we grew up.

I listened to the floor of my ear, nodding my head in the affirmative, and I myself caught every moment of the sensation of her body pressing against me.

The member got up, and terribly worried, as if she did not notice it.

So slowly, we reached her house.

- Will you come in? Let's have dinner together!
I was slightly taken aback, but immediately pulled myself together.

- Of course I will.

Ten minutes later, we were sitting on the couch. On the coffee table were plates of sausage, cheese, cold cuts, and fruit. Cognac awaited its fate in wine glasses, which Aunt Natasha put on the table with the words

- Vitenka had a birthday, let's drink to him.

Talking so sweetly, we slowly but surely emptied the bottle.

I began to more boldly cast glances at the body of my friend's mother, who was sitting next to me in a dressing gown, and she began, as if inadvertently, to slightly bare her thighs, crossing her legs.

- Let's dance ?!

Aunt Natasha got up, walked over to the table with a laptop and bending down slightly, exposing her delicious ass, quickly running over the keys, turned on light music.

I put my arms around her waist, she threw her arms around my neck, put her head on her shoulder, and we danced around in a dance.

My hands pressed her body more and more, my chest rested against mine, breath

Ania burned the skin on the neck, and the member literally pulled out of his pants.

At some point, our lips closed in a passionate kiss. Tongues danced a dance of passion, and my hand slid along my thigh, rushed to the ass.

And at that moment, Aunt Natasha recoiled, the whole buzz would break off.

- No no. Sorry. I played for it. Sorry. It's all cognac.

But I could no longer restrain myself.

My heart was beating wildly.

The member ached from the exertion.

Passion was torn from my chest.

Abruptly knocking my friend's mother on the sofa, I began to greedily kiss her lips, cheeks, ears.

She tried to push me away, but wherever there.

Having sharply descended below, I lifted up my robe, intending to strip off my panties, but to my delight they were not there.

With one jerk, spreading my legs apart, I pressed my lips to the clean-shaven pubis, kissing and caressing my tongue, felt the clitoris and began to lick hard.

At first, women's hands tried to push me away, but with every second it became weaker, but the breathing became faster, and the moans became more distinct and louder.

Then Aunt Natasha's hands literally pressed my head to my pussy and she moaned loudly and asked

- Yes, uuuu, come on my good one, come on, faster, faster, even more.

And then her body shuddered, she moaned long and limp, splashing my lips with the juice of orgasm.

I sat down next to her on the sofa.

She opened her eyelids and looked at me curiously.

- Well done, Kostik! You know how to achieve your goal and bring a woman to the peak of bliss.

I smiled modestly.

“I owe you, so take off your pants.

As a fly, undressing, I lay down on the sofa. The member stood like a stone.

Aunt Natasha, smoothly threw off her robe, remained completely naked and erotically slobbering her finger, touched my penis and began to lightly drive on the head.

It was bliss.

I blissed out, afraid to move and scare her away.

Meanwhile, my friend's mother knelt by the couch and bowed her head and kissed my belly. Then again and again.

And then she slowly touched her lips to the edge of the head, gradually sucking it into herself.

Then I abruptly swallowed the entire member, so that I felt her tonsils and just as sharply released.

And then it began!

Sharp swallows, light sucking, licking eggs, quick suction, she even managed to shove my balls into her mouth, while caressing them with her tongue. It was an indescribable thrill.

When she realized that I was ready to shoot, she squeezed my penis tightly with her lips and began to work with them so intensively that he finished like a baby elephant. My semen, too big to fit, flowed out of her mouth, dripping onto the chin and lush breasts of this skillful nipple. And she, swallowing, began to collect the remnants with her finger and lick it with relish.

- Well, how? Did you like it?

I could hardly get a word out of myself.

- Yes!!!

Then we will have a smoke break and continue !!!