- Look, Skippy, so that the old pussy shake doesn't rock like a child from meeting the Tokay vine with Northland rum! - Young's girlfriend Ji deftly winked at the scoop, dodging his lethal back press, and disappeared into the open hatch.
The midday rig-brig of the nameless flotilla, the miracle of equatorial waters, the high-speed Don Gun shook a wave that stood for the second day amid a cloudless sky, heading to the port of Mund for a load of de-energized copra and sun-synergy.
The brig walked on one ballast and bore the only valuable cargo in the face of charming lady Lidili. Kurt Gahn, a North American caballero, the official owner of the Jet fleet and the unofficial half of the Pacific Ocean, ruled overboard. The hair of Kurt Ghana, the hair of Lady Leadie, like the skin of a charming passenger, were of the same color as the serene snow, unknown, however, to these latitudes. The skin of the white captain of the flight brig was no different from the coffee skin of mestizo-jung Ji. But the pitch of Yung's hair, depending on his mood, was scattered by the young neck on the ship, scattered like a black snake, was unprecedented on the ship ...
For the third week, Lidili loved Ji, but with all the northern icy temperament, she didn’t show it externally. Ji hated Lady Leadily for this in the most open way, and every evening she gave her to be torn apart by drunken sailors before she made her way to her cabin herself. Kurt Gan closely watched the order on the ship, but he didn’t have time to fuck them both ... Jung was jerking off so every morning in the ship barn, and Lady Lidili often sighed over the priceless folios she took from the captain’s bookshelves.
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That night, the wave almost subsided, but incorrectly changed its length, and old Ski, quite involuntarily, refused to accept the food he had just received, spitting up all the dressing from the spars. Jie held her naked navel under the top of the vest and laughed like a kooky imp, jumping on the deck and dodging bullets sifted in her honor all over the stern with her old friend from a rifled musket-short-barreled wolf ... she didn’t take out the shells, she didn’t take out the shells, she didn’t take out the shells, she didn’t take out the shells, she didn’t take away the worn-out short-musted musket-short-barreled guns ... assholes in the hold on the water and bread for two days.
And quite at night, when the sea became like a caressing kitten, and when a cool-blue moon rose over the calmed sea after the heat of the day, a tripartite meeting of the commanders-in-chief of the brig on its way to the far port of Mund took place in the captain's cabin.
Kurt Gan rocked in a wicker wicker chair and flipped through unpublished sketches by Guy De Maupassant. Lady Lidili sat opposite the captain, putting her knees and sponges together, and half-turned to admire the surface of the sea playing with the moonlight in the forged rim of the porthole. Jung stood behind her and, wearing the hem of a magnificent dress just below the shoulders on her back with ship clothes, gently stroked her ass glowed with whiteness Lidili with her fingertips ...
- A thousand apologies, Your Charm! - said Captain Kurt, looking from the pages of the book to his passenger and guest. - For duty duties, I do not find time for attention to you! ... And ...
“... our charm was fucked once in the ass by Dick Sue and Harry Bald in turns with mutual consent and for the entire half an hour! ...” sighed, interrupting, in support and absolutely not to the young man's place, Ji, replacing dexterous fingers with her long sable tail braids in the crevice between the clenched Lidili's buttocks.
- Cabin boy! Gee ... Do not bother! - Kurt Gan raised his hand and snapped his fingers, as he did only in moments of extreme nervous tension; Ji was silent, trying to slightly lift Lidili's ass and shove her spit tip into the hole ... - Miss Lidili, how do you have on my ship? Is the wave extremely tiring?
Kurt Gan reached for an inlaid ebony pipe and stretched his legs, ankles covering Lead's ankles. The lady shuddered a little at this light, but still quite decent frivolity on his part, barely noticeably flushed and with a perceptible embarrassment in her tone said:
- No, no! ... Everything is very nice, captain! ... I like traveling in your company! ... And in the company of Harry and Dick ... As well as in the company of old Skippy ... And ...
- Torn cat !!! - Dzhi bitterly sneaked and licked Lidili in the naked edge of the shoulder. “She will never list me for anything!” Neither the first nor the last ...
“Of course ...” the lady didn’t notice her passionate outburst at all, “she’s swinging a little stronger here than in the bed of extra-marital Birmingham! ... And besides, this little ship slut ... But believe me, dear Kurt, I have never been in such trouble” and it happened to me to endure a much more rearing wave! ..
Captain Kurt shook his head and reached into his pants with his fingers free from the tube.
- In this case, I dare you to offer, Your Slavic, the signature dish of the kitchen of this ship! Behind him there is no need to send my really unbearable Jung to the galley ... you just need to slightly bow your charming mouth and taste it! ..
- Oh, this young man is yours - such a pro-Romish fuck! - inadvertently burst out of Lidili's tender-pink lips, which did not restrain the impulse, and Dzhi, who was thrusting the third tight ball of her braid into a supple ass, laughed merrily behind her.
Lady Lidili leaned toward the slouchy captain's member, and the youngsters immediately slapped her by the cunt of the cunt raised above the surface, pinching the pampered pensive clitoris between her fingers. The lady gasped a little and immediately felt a mocking greeting of a licking whisper from behind on her ear:
- What did you like, Miss Vzmokshaya and Alive Cunt ?! I will fuck you on our very first wedding night, as soon as the captain gives me permission to marry you, my delicate blond armpit! ..
- Jimmy! ... The captain will not give you anything like that ... You are arrogant in communicating with our charming passenger! - Kurt Di Gan, with doubt mixed with experienced pleasure on his face, shook his head and gently stroked the sucking lady at the snow-white silky curls; Lady Lidili, in an unexpectedly passionate rush of feelings, reached for a reared cock with all her little mouth, trying to reach the bushy fur in the captain's groin with her lips.
- I am a rebellious ship ... I rebel your brig, captain !!! - Jung Ji shook her blazing eyes and sharply threw back her head; The resin braid jerked with soft balls in Lady Lidili's hole and broke up up to seven knots right away - the lady purred in bliss ... - Copra will forget to wait for us, drying out on Munda, and I will raise the black flag of free anarchy and cross it on the emblem of his two ossified ophthalmosis of the phallus and one scarlet heart! We will go to the western waters, captain, to hunt for the amabs of Celeste, who are stubborn in passion, and I will make you young! Out of my mercy alone, you will not be planted for three years with your fucking guest on an uninhabited atoll, but you will sharpen anchors with a file and blow macaroni in the galley until I lift you up to a vagabond strayed fucking! ... washed away today, cunt?
Making fire and fire, Ji looked straight at the captain in eyes sparkling with will and laughter, and two fingers gently and deeper shoved immediately into the scarlet flower and in the ass moaning and tightly biting captain Lidili's dick ... But her last words and an indignant look were turned to crushed mistress. Lady Lidili did not react to Nus-insinuation even with her gaze, and Jung Ji raised her soft white ass on the lips of both of her delicate fingers. Lady Lidili groaned in her voice with involuntary jabbing, shook her back and stomach, trembled with her legs straightened and standing on tiptoe, and flowed with a timid gentle youngster Ji's streamlet into her palm ... "That's better, piz-zda! ", At the same moment noticed, screwing into her ear with her wet barbarically tickling tongue, disheveled Ji," I love you, my wet damn, right? I love you, my Perfect Northern Star! ... ”
“Perhaps this is true ...” the captain bit his lip in a burst of passions rushing out, and his feelings found an outlet in a furious stream of sperm torn by the ninth shaft across the board of the charming mouth of Lady Lydili. - Perhaps, I will give for you, young Ji, our guest of the week for three probationary periods in marriage ... But only if the lady expresses her consent with just one word! ..
“My captain, you are like a child ...” she slightly shrugged her shoulders in Jung Ji’s torn vest: “Lee, pussy, do you love me?”
And the tongue of Ji touched the middle ear, which could not stand Leidili's tickling at the same time as the finger whirled near the uterine neck
- Ltd! Yeah !!! - on the decline of orgasm, Lady Lidili experienced such an impulse of feelings that for three to seven minutes she lost consciousness; it happened to her ... and young Ji, slowly and with pleasure, began artificial mouth-to-mouth breathing, which was not yet able to resist the charming Lidili ...
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In one of the windy evenings, the flight brig entered the harbor of the sun-blinded Munda. He was walking from sunset, quickly growing clear dark contours against the background of a huge - in half sky - the setting sun.
Two venerable veterans of a lost battle with a green snake sat on a salt-eroded mooring corroded and looked out for a bottle with a gin sharpened in the emerald rolling surface of the sea in order to exchange their release for a bottle of gin of a seventy-degree ointment, insane and distracted from the last gin, in a crazed gin in a emerald gin.
- Look, Wolfe Sanders, what the dick is carrying right now to us from places saturated with wind and moisture, imbibed all my youth! ..
Wolf Sanders tried the claw in silver lochs among the sea-torn stripes on his chest, looking from one side to the other brigade approaching the front, and trying to make out the name on board despite the sun squeezing out his left eye.
- Some ... Gun ... Don ... Although about a dozen years ago, Bibi Kant, I would give my head to the cutoff, that this is the brigade of Kurtagan the Hermit, who spent 18 years in voluntary exile on no one and the uninhabited Majori Island in society only coffee-skin lilacs ...
“Tell me, Wolfe Sanders, is there any difference ...” comrade turned around, “what kind of condom enters the docks, when you and I will be able to draw our sides only from the waters of the venerable Styx under the supervision of Captain Charon? ..
Wulf Sanders grinned at himself and gazed into the eyes of the sun that had already announced the whole ship.
“Yes, there’s probably a difference, Bibi Kant ...” the old tackle on the sea air and growled slightly ... “Charon rifle compared to captain Kurt, whom I once knew! ... Charon carries old stuff ... On board the same captain Kurt By old age, the bastard, like you and me, finds joy and is impregnated with synergy, like tow with pitch. The genie of his holds is not quite ordinary to taste and smells of life itself ... Who knows, Bee, today is a bad day for fishing, and maybe I will abandon fishing with you at night and go to the board of this brig and see if there is any the most modest place on the shkanzah for the land-tormented soul of the once sea-wolf ...
“I don’t know, I don’t know, Wulf ...” Bibi Kant shook his head with doubt, “can you, my friend, get to the brig before me ...”