In the forest after the concert
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- Potential sex object
In the forest after the concert
anonymous
During the times of my hectic concert activity, I often went with concerts to nearby cultural centers, sanatoriums, recreation centers - to sing romances, ballads, songs beloved by the people.
Once at the beginning of autumn there was a long road in one from sanatoriums located in a picturesque forest 100 kilometers from the city. In order not to get bored on the way, I dialed the number of one of my friends. We sometimes called back and shared news. I was crazy about her thin waist and round butt, like a big children’s ball. She deliberately wore jeans to highlight those luxurious, graceful, sexy lines of hers. And it was simply impossible not to turn around at this miracle floating by. By God, Rita could charge men money for looking at her such appetizing lower forms.
She answered the call, and I invited her to ride with me in the warm autumn weather to the sanatorium, together with the vacationers, to plunge into the world of song romance and the gentle sound of my baritone.
The concert was held as always, with a full house. I sang as an encore, joked a lot, said some beautiful words, communicated with the audience.
A couple of hours later, with a fee in my pocket, I was already seating my longed-for companion in my old Nissan. We drank a cup of coffee and rushed into the city, piercing the flying yellow foliage with headlights.
The mood was great. Rita, impressed by my concert, did not take her eyes off me and could not, no matter how hard she tried, wipe the smile from her lips. We were chatting about something, discussing my performance, and I already physically felt that it was time to turn off the road into the woods.
Rita did not object.
I turned the steering wheel to the right, we left the road and went down into some grove. The tape recorder played pleasant melodies. We moved to the back seat. Rita’s lips were warm, soft, pliable, she smelled of feminine warmth, comfort, and affection. Having felt her small breasts, I put my partner on her back, pulled her jeans and panties off her hips, and buried my swollen microphone in her hot groin. Ritka spread her legs wide to make it easier for me to enter her. Soon freed from my trousers and shirt, and kissing Ritka’s ankles, I sent my affectionate and gentle beast into her grotto...
That’s how, in the night forest, to the music of Paul Mauriat and the rustle of falling leaves, Ritka became mine. Forgetting about embarrassment, she unclasped her bra, exposing her nipples for my kisses. Not very large, Ritka’s breasts were strong, and her nipples were large, like cherries. I furiously shook this cherry tree of mine, trying to shake out as many voluptuous screams as possible from it. My dick was already getting wet, and I was sliding in Ritka, as if in a jar of sour cream, squeezing and spreading her buttocks with my palms, enjoying this storm that was raging in my groin.
My friend sucked my beast with her groin, squeezing it with her internal muscles, moaned, drowned with me in this sweet fog of vice and debauchery…. I turned her from side to side, trying to push her deeper onto my weapon... And it was unique... Whatever you say, making love in the forest is a fairy tale...
Having fucked to our hearts’ content, we dressed somehow, sparkling naked parts of wet bodies, and both realized that we no longer wanted to part.
During the times of my hectic concert activity, I often went with concerts to nearby cultural centers, sanatoriums, recreation centers - to sing romances, ballads, songs beloved by the people.
Once at the beginning of autumn there was a long road in one from sanatoriums located in a picturesque forest 100 kilometers from the city. In order not to get bored on the way, I dialed the number of one of my friends. We sometimes called back and shared news. I was crazy about her thin waist and round butt, like a big children’s ball. She deliberately wore jeans to highlight those luxurious, graceful, sexy lines of hers. And it was simply impossible not to turn around at this miracle floating by. By God, Rita could charge men money for looking at her such appetizing lower forms.
She answered the call, and I invited her to ride with me in the warm autumn weather to the sanatorium, together with the vacationers, to plunge into the world of song romance and the gentle sound of my baritone.
The concert was held as always, with a full house. I sang as an encore, joked a lot, said some beautiful words, communicated with the audience.
A couple of hours later, with a fee in my pocket, I was already seating my longed-for companion in my old Nissan. We drank a cup of coffee and rushed into the city, piercing the flying yellow foliage with headlights.
The mood was great. Rita, impressed by my concert, did not take her eyes off me and could not, no matter how hard she tried, wipe the smile from her lips. We were chatting about something, discussing my performance, and I already physically felt that it was time to turn off the road into the woods.
Rita did not object.
I turned the steering wheel to the right, we left the road and went down into some grove. The tape recorder played pleasant melodies. We moved to the back seat. Rita’s lips were warm, soft, pliable, she smelled of feminine warmth, comfort, and affection. Having felt her small breasts, I put my partner on her back, pulled her jeans and panties off her hips, and buried my swollen microphone in her hot groin. Ritka spread her legs wide to make it easier for me to enter her. Soon freed from my trousers and shirt, and kissing Ritka’s ankles, I sent my affectionate and gentle beast into her grotto...
That’s how, in the night forest, to the music of Paul Mauriat and the rustle of falling leaves, Ritka became mine. Forgetting about embarrassment, she unclasped her bra, exposing her nipples for my kisses. Not very large, Ritka’s breasts were strong, and her nipples were large, like cherries. I furiously shook this cherry tree of mine, trying to shake out as many voluptuous screams as possible from it. My dick was already getting wet, and I was sliding in Ritka, as if in a jar of sour cream, squeezing and spreading her buttocks with my palms, enjoying this storm that was raging in my groin.
My friend sucked my beast with her groin, squeezing it with her internal muscles, moaned, drowned with me in this sweet fog of vice and debauchery…. I turned her from side to side, trying to push her deeper onto my weapon... And it was unique... Whatever you say, making love in the forest is a fairy tale...
Having fucked to our hearts’ content, we dressed somehow, sparkling naked parts of wet bodies, and both realized that we no longer wanted to part.
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Re: Anonymous. During my hectic concert activity, I often went with...
You know how to describe beautifully
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Re: Anonymous. During my hectic concert activity, I often went with...
My wife really likes to fuck in the forest in the summer. She loves to completely undress, undress me and naked so that she can fuck her doggy style. Usually he chooses places where they can see us, which happened a couple of times.
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Re: In the forest after the concert
Makarevich, don’t be a jerk, but log back in and come in normally
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Re: In the forest after the concert
Well, in general, this is not particularly encouraged on decent nudist beaches
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Re: In the forest after the concert
Sex in the forest is memorable, I even remember that I felt like I was turning my head, and suddenly
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Re: In the forest after the concert
Yes, I don’t believe about the forest. In my youth, in the summer, in the middle of a field, I tried to fuck the wife of the chief agronomist. She didn’t mind. I undressed her, but didn’t even introduce half a lump... the mosquitoes fucked me up
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Re: In the forest after the concert
why do I need this? I go to the beach to swim, but that’s not all

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