Three beautiful shemales fuck in the workshop


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Every weekend my parents left for the dacha and the whole apartment remained at my disposal. Very often I invited two close friends to spend the night and this evening is no exception. One of my friends, Dasha, arrived earlier, and the second, Nastya, was late at work, and Dasha and I were preparing dinner. The apartment windows were on the sunny side, so the kitchen and living room warmed up during the day. To keep it warm and comfortable, I put on a consolidated pink top, the pink was to my face, accentuated my ruddy cheeks, and shorts that opened my ass a little, in them it looked more rounded. I rarely braided my blonde hair and, without noticing it, took the front strands by the ears and threw the length over my shoulders. I like to walk in free bras or without them at all, my small breasts do not need cover and support, like my red-haired friend Dasha, who often argues with me that her breasts are smaller than mine. She prefers comfortable clothes for herself, so for the night she took a pajama dress, which hugged her small breasts and barely covered her ass. During the preparation of dinner, there was a debate about whose breasts were bigger. I decided to prove to her that we both have breasts of the same size, but in ordinary words this cannot be done. It is very difficult for Dasha to convince her otherwise. She is a girl with complexes, no matter how much I or Nastya compliments her, she denies everything. I brought a tailor’s centimeter into the kitchen: – You and I have the same chest girth, – I began to put the centimeter behind her back, – raise your hands. You need it to pass through the nipples. This tape slipped off the nipples a couple of times, but I still managed to find out the result: – Bust 89 cm. Now measure mine. – I removed the centimeter and saw that the nipples began to stick out a little through the thin fabric. Sometimes I wondered what it would be like to sleep with her. Not with any girl, but with Dasha. Sometimes it seemed to me that she also thinks about it and shows some kind of attention to me, but I thought that I see everything the way I want. And now I see what I see. Or maybe I’m thinking again? I rubbed the nipples a little with the tape, so they got up a little, what have I got to do with it? Having passed the tape to Dasha, I raised my hands and when she sat down on a chair and put a centimeter to my nipples, I realized that they were made of stone. “Well, maybe the girth is the same,” her eyes were at the level of my nipples, “but yours still look better. After these words, she let go of the centimeter, which, with a soft sound, slammed on the tile and took my chest in her right hand, and hers in her left hand and began with interest to slightly squeeze either one or the other. I was covered with a hot wave, I felt the warmth of her hand, it seemed to spread over my body, I felt my cheeks burn, a slight pulsation begins between my legs. I was afraid to take the first step, I was afraid to be rejected, so I took her hand away, picked up the partner’s centimeter from the floor and began to unwind it. Dasha stood right in front of me, she was a couple of centimeters shorter than me, but this was not noticeable to us when we looked at each other. “You liked it,” she whispered. – What did you like? I turned on the fool, but I myself hoped that she, too, did not think of me as a friend. Although knowing Dasha with her complexes, she will take the first step in harm, can I still risk it? Before she had time to answer me something, I bent down to her ear and whispered: – You’re right, – I licked my plump pink lips and gently kissed her neck. Dasha tilted her head, giving me access to her neck. I went lower, covering the right side of the neck with kisses, went to the throat and to the one that did not cover the neckline. I heard her breathing, it was deep, I felt that she liked it and it excited me even more. I was covered with a new wave of excitement, I straightened up and my gaze was directed to her eyes, then to her lips. I hesitated with a kiss, waited for Dasha to do it for me, wanted to feel that she wanted it as much as I do. My hand took a lock of her hair behind her ear and lay on her cheek, then we both reached out to each other and merged in a long-awaited sweet kiss. It was an incredible kiss, her soft lips wrapped around mine and it got deeper and deeper. With my second hand, I ran along her back, went through the bend and squeezed her buttock, from which Dasha fell ill, stood on her toes and wanted to press closer to me. Letting go of her ass, my hand began to lift her short pajamas and wander over her delicate skin. Without opening my lips, I directed her to the curbstone, the other hand also dived under the pajamas and moving my arms up along the body, I removed the light fabric that covered the elastic chest of my friend. Of the two of us, I was stronger and, throwing one leg over me, she realized that I wanted her to jump on me, so that I could put her on the kitchen cabinet. With this movement, our lips parted from each other, but now I could enjoy her breasts. With slow kisses, I made my way to her chest, my hands went in the opposite direction – from the bottom up. Her belly shuddered from the touch, her legs spread wider when I touched the inner thighs with my fingertips, and this still my wet tongue did not reach one of the most desirable and erogenous places. I teased her with my tongue, touching her breasts, but not his nipples and his halos. As I approached them, I heard the sounds of pleasure. Her hand lay on my hair and she began to stroke me, the second uncertainly reached for my chest. I put my hand around her breasts, leaving the nipple for myself and clung to it with my whole mouth. My tongue was scurrying back and forth, and my lips wrapped around it so tightly that when I came off my hard nipple, there was a loud “pop”. I straightened up, looked Dasha in the eyes, whispered “Bolder” and pulled her lips to mine. After these words, Dasha gave herself free rein and took off my top, my nipples felt cool for a second, because immediately Dasha squeezed my chest with her palm for a couple of seconds, and then her fingers began to play with my nipple, hearing my heavy breathing and lung hum, she began to fiddle with the second nipple. My body no longer happened to me, it got what it wanted, gave in forward, demanding more. I felt my juices flow and I liked everything that was happening. I liked to torture myself when my desire grew, but I did not allow myself to touch my labia even through my panties. Alone with myself, I quickly finished this process, with Dasha this will not happen. My hand finally reached her bosom. I came down and stroked her with my hand, my friend’s breathing was familiar to me – the harder she breathes, the harder I press on her. Through her thin panties, and by her 20s she began to wear more revealing sexy lingerie, I felt her getting wet. I took hold of the string of string, Dasha raised herself in her arms so that I could free her from the element of underwear and got off the bedside table. – Can we go to the sofa? Dasha nodded and we went into the living room, where she could sit more comfortably. A friend often complained that the guys could not please her with their tongue and fingers, which is why this is what I always wanted to do with her.

Author: rendteam