- Daughter, what are you talking about?
- And what else to say if you forbid me to help these people!
Franz Von Kluichenbach frowned, his reddish eyebrows raised.
“I already told you this is dangerous.” Among migrant refugees may be terrorists. This was reported in the news.
- These are poor unfortunate people! Cried Bertie. - What other terrorists! Only Nazis can talk about them! Only racists!
“I understand that you are concerned about the fate of all these unfortunates who left their countries because of the wars,” said Franz von Kluhenbach, trying to keep calm and looking at his daughter, almost pleadingly. - I myself am very sorry for them. Didn't I order to allocate a lot of money from the city budget to help them? Didn't I order to arrange a tent city and provide food and other assistance?
“Yes, but other burgomasters are taking these measures,” Bertie snorted. - It is, everything, as it is formal, without soul and true sympathy. Refugees need more. These measures are not enough.
“But what you want is too much!” - outraged Franz von Kluhenbach. - It is necessary to think of this: let them live in our house!
- Yes, just something, a few people! Exclaimed Bertie.
- Never! What about mom? How do you?
- What about mom? And what am I? - The girl looked at Franz Von Kluchenbach with bewilderment and sincere surprise.
- What is it like ?! - the burgomaster was indignant and puffed. - At home you used to pacing ... freely, often in underwear. We are used to a certain order. And here will be several young men!
- So what?! Exclaimed Bertie.
- So you will be walking in front of them in nighties, in shorts and bras?
“Well, not that ...,” muttered Bertie, who was somewhat taken aback. - I'm not walking naked. And they are not savages, any.
“Judging from their news behavior, you can't say that,” muttered Franz.
- What?
- Nothing. The conversation is over.
- But dad!
- I said, Albertina - the conversation is over. Migrants will live in a tent camp until the order of our government.
- Then ... Then I and the girls will go there! Help them! - blurted out her daughter.
- Yes, no way! It is unacceptable! Are those girls your girlfriends?
“Well, yes, Anette and Gretta.”
- They, too, think so, how are you?
“We all think so,” Bertie replied in a particularly solemn tone. - We even want to create a youth organization to help refugees. Here in Germany they must feel not only warmth and cordiality, but also the fact that they are loved, ready to accept with all their soul and body ... oh ... I wanted to say ... I wanted ... In general, these people need help.
For a few moments the burgomaster Berty stared at Bertie, then said:
- No walking to the camp. Clear? The police will be there. And you will be arrested, despite the fact that you are my daughter.
- But dad!
- I said everything! Let Anette and Gretta do as they please — this is, after all, the concern of their parents. And you will stay at home. So far, this situation is not resolved with the refugees. Without my knowledge, not a single step to the street.
“But Dad, the holidays have begun!” - Berty whined.
- Nothing be patient. You play at the computer, communicate through the Internet. Any book, in the end you read. Out on the street - only with my permission. And forget to think about migrants. About them, and without you there is someone to take care of.
- You're a tyrant! Angry heartless tyrant!
Tears poured from Bertie's eyes into two streams. She only recently turned eighteen, and she perceived every offense as a child.
Franz's heart trembled, but he gathered himself, squeezed his will into a fist and did not give up the slack.
“Go to your room.” I'm going to the town hall for business. In the evening, once again talk about everything calmly.
* * *
The house of the burgomaster is a large two-storey one with an attic. Surrounded by a garden. Standing on a hill overlooking the city with a magnificent view. Bertie has her own typical room for a high school girl - comfortable with all the girlish little bells and whistles. Color ottomans and pillows on the couch, ryushechki on the curtains. The walls are covered with posters with your favorite artists and actors. And on one wall remained greetings from childhood - poster with Disney heroes. In abundance of soft toys. Bertie's san node was separate and connected to her room. On the floor awesome red carpet with a soft thick pile. All neatly neatly. Order in the house helped keep the housekeeper from somewhere in the Baltic States or Poland. Not far from the bed there was a mirror with a mirror.
Bertie loved to admire herself. She undressed and looked at herself in the mirror for a couple of minutes. She was short, slim and flexible. Engaged in fitness. Small tight breasts wonderful round shape. Slim waist, sharp bend of the hips and a convex tight ass. Legs long and slender. I noticed pubic bristles. Do not order - you need to shave. Rolling her hair the color of golden wheat in a tight knot, Bertie went into the shower.
Warm water aroused her, also pussy was disturbed by all these manipulations with tamping. Bertie began to think about her boyfriend. His name was Khalil. The folder would have gone berserk after seeing it. Khalil was from Libya. It mixes Arab and Negro blood. Bertie just flowed with only the presence of this male.
Khalil was wild, brash and mad. This temperament drove the girl crazy. Khalil, he even wanted to declare to Bertie’s father and directly tell him of his rights to his daughter, as he liked to express himself. On the marriage, however, until the speech did not go, but Khalil hoped to live openly with the burgomaster's daughter in their house.
And what, really, how much can you hang around on the outskirts of the city in this stinking hole called social housing, when your girlfriend has a luxurious mansion with a pool, two garages and so on and so forth. It would be nice for relatives to move there. But first you need to stake out the territory itself.
Bertie, anticipating a grand scandal, persuaded her lover to wait. Father should gradually prepare for a meeting with her beloved man.
Khalil also had a friend - Mohmed. Bertie liked him too. The same cool and brave. Ideally, the girl would like to live with both of them at once. More than once, she imagined how the three of them lay in bed, how the dark hands of men caress her, slip over her white skin, grab the gold of her hair, how their dark brown members with penetrating veins penetrate her.
But this was hardly feasible. First, Mohmed met with her sister. Secondly, Bertie was afraid that Khalil would not understand her and would not want to share his girlfriend, even with her closest friend. Surely jealous. After all, he made it clear more than once that he considered her to be her property.
Bertie herself was humorous about this. She - and suddenly someone's property is ridiculous. Well, if Khalil likes to think so, please. Although, most likely, it is he who is not serious, but just makes a fool of himself, playing the eastern tyrant in front of her. Such a game she even liked - sexually excited. And when he was hot in her ear whispering something like: “you are mine”, “I am your master”, “I am your master, and you are my bitch”, Bertie was all miserable and aroused to a state where she thought soberly; could
Everything will fall into place when they get married. By that time, Bertie will receive a higher education, and thanks to her, Khalil will enter the respected secular society of Germany, become a full member of the middle-class well-to-do — a well-bred and respectable person who loves and respects his wife.
Coming out of the bathroom, Bertie began to blow-dry her hair. The cell phone rang. It was Anette.
- Hello.
- Hello. What's the matter? The voice is scared.
- You have no idea what happened!
- What?
- I offered my father to lodge several migrants with us. So he came into a rage. Called ..
me whore! He found our posters!
- Horrible! - Bertie cried, imagining it.
They and their friends prepared some posters and were going to take part in a march through the streets of the city in support of migrants. The poster depicted a German girl in the arms of two hefty black men. The inscription below read:
These poor people need not only money and food, they need not only comfortable houses in which to live comfortably. They also need our love. This starving men need sex. Satisfied man is calm and friendly. He does not need a gun, he does not need terror. German girls against terror. Germany girls for love and sex!
- So what?
- He broke the poster and threw it in the trash, can you imagine! I called my father Nazi!
- And he?
- Went to call your father.
- Oh, nightmare!
- I overheard what they were talking about. Tomorrow, we are also going to send Grett to some boarding house in the Alps. There we will live until the end of the summer.
- What? Are you kidding?
- And what, it seems that I'm kidding? - sniffed Anette. “This boarding house contains either a sister or a niece of Father Gretta.” In general - a monastery.
- Horror!
- Here I am. What we shall do? Maybe run away?
- Yes, what about you? The police will find us.
- What then?
- I dont know. I, probably, will call Khalila.
- And that he will save you from the monastery?
- No, of course, but at least today we have sex. After all, the whole summer I will not see him.
- Yes, what am I to do? I don't have a boyfriend right now.
“I don't know, Anette.” How can I help you? Okay, bye.
Bertie interrupted the conversation with her friend. If the link starts tomorrow, you need to hurry. She began to call Khalila.
* * *
Khalil had repeatedly tried a secret path to the burgomaster's mansion. After receiving an invitation from a girlfriend, he hurried on a date. He knew perfectly well what this young German slut needed ... Well, great! Bertie was the girl she needed. Sweetie such a white fool. Fucking her is a pleasure.
Well, before marrying Leyla, you can properly walk and fuck more of these stupid German fools, who themselves jump on his penis, apparently finding some special pleasure to sit down on a black stick.
A strange and inexplicable phenomenon. The Germans surrendered to him willingly and as if from some feeling of guilt. However, Khalil did not go into details. If white bitches want, they will receive in full.
Europe is a country of whores, prostitutes and whores, as well as weak-willed little men, half of whom are fagots. Khalil learned this a long time ago, three years ago, when he came to Italy, and then from there he moved to Germany. Now relatives found him a bride - Leila, also from Libya. Khalil has never seen her. Yes, it does not matter. We must marry the woman of his faith and he will do it. Of course, they will get a bunch of kids - this is the way to get better benefits and other benefits, not only of material quality. Germany is a rich country. If he wants to share, let him share.
Creating your own family, of course, is no reason to refuse to fuck German women. They are still very much unsatisfied, dreaming of a big, strong black cock.
Khalil heard that once less than a century ago the Germans were a tough nation. Their armies hacked everyone to the right and left. But, in all this, looking at the local folk it was believed with difficulty. Fairy tales, not otherwise. Where is this German coolness? Guys - nothingness, women - whores. How and whom could such a nation be able to play? Yes, any militia from his native Libya, armed with Kalashnikov alone, in Germany could bring such a rustle that just hold on!
He even heard such nonsense that the German army went east and there, after a terrible war, the Russians broke it. Yes, crap it all! Everyone knows that where Russian eternal snows and ice live, bears everywhere and other wild animals. Yes, what kind of person in common sense would go to seize such a country? Whether it's Europe. Warm, cozy, rich. Here is her take - sweet deal.
So, arguing, Khalil made his way into the garden and then, keeping in the shade of the trees, rushed to the part of the house where Bertie's room was located on the second floor. It was still necessary to climb there. However, it was not difficult for a physically developed clever Libyan. The stonework was such that it was clinging to something, and even a loach sprawled on the wall made it easier.
Here is a welcome open window. Khalil barely appeared, Bertie rushed to him
- Finally!
Right in the window opening, they kissed. Then, the girl retreated to the bed and Khalil entered the room.
Bertie was never shy. Even going out into the street, she dressed in such a way that every oncoming peasant dropped drool, and in his pants, it was the time to put out the fire. Moreover, being in her own room, the girl wore clothes to which the term “modesty” was in no way applicable. One of her any sets that now was on her consisted of beacons with a picture of a cheerful pig on her chest and panties with charming lace frills. Both details of her costume were mostly pale pink. The set was in harmony with Bertie's blond hair and perfectly emphasized her slim, chiseled figure. Her naked, breathtaking legs were shod in shales of the same characteristic pink color.
At the sight of his girl, Khalil's blood, just boiled. And it was not just keen sexual desire. Bertie's white, soft, velvety skin aroused wild sexual aggression in him. In truth, he wanted to rape this young German girl so that she screamed and begged him to stop. In her blue eyes, still so naively childish, he would like to see tears and fear. Real pleasure would have given him, to see how she whines, shrinks, like a cornered, exhausted beast. Sweet music for his ears would be to hear her asking for mercy. He wanted to twist her golden curls on his fist and laugh and growl in her face like an animal, for she, of course, could not wait for mercy. He wanted to enter her as a conqueror, suppress her will, suppress her personality and enjoy it.
But the girl broke off him in these secret desires. The young bitch surrendered to him with pleasure, she herself showed considerable sexual aggression and never lost the initiative in bed, which made him completely impossible to dominate. This is what Khalil did not like.
In general, a wayward girl should be properly beaten, and then fucked and fucked hard, while she roars, howls and flooded with tears in three streams. But he understood that it was impossible. Do something similar to Bertie and he will lose, and with it the opportunity to improve his life.
The inability to openly dominate the girl, so that he was a real master, and she was a pathetic slave, Khalil compensated by forcing her to do all sorts of depraved things in bed.
An, no ... I didn't. She did everything with pleasure. Even ass licked his ass. True, once did not go without embarrassment. He so wanted to humiliate this little bitch that once he didn’t undermine and didn’t even do a good job of how. Bertie screamed then and said that once again this would happen and he would lick his ass himself.
So with domination, in the form that he wanted - it did not work. Do you want to have such a doll, like Bertie, please wash, shave, keep yourself in order. In general, go on about the women! It was a bad moment.
But it was still possible to get over this. In the end, the fact that he fucks this white girl, whose daddy himself mayor of the city, was already cool. It was worse to hear how it starts to trend about the wedding.
Khalila, it would be quite satisfied, just to cohabit with her. But to marry this Shmara - never. First, she is not a virgin and was no longer her before they met. Secondly, for the faithful one needs a submissive wife, a modest, silent, executive one. This girl, and Germans in general for this ...
the role did not fit. They can be used as much as you want, but never married! This is not life later, but hell! You crack a snout - they run to the police, complain to the court, or leave for their parents. A child can sue. Is this how a real wife should behave? Submission and again - submission - that is what is valued in the first place. But these damned laws of Europe for the protection of the person are so inconvenient, so interfere ...
Well, he's all about the bad, but about the sad. Here in front of him for all finished luxury girl. Smiles, seductive eyes. Blond hair, young face on which it is so great to finish.
Khalil, already, simply exhausted from desire. He grabbed Bertie, hands began to knead and squeeze her boobs through the thin fabric of the beacons.
- What, stallion, can not wait? - she laughed.
- Shut up, I did not allow you to open your mouth.
“Oh, oh, how formidable we are,” Bertie burst out laughing. - Did you bring your baby candy? Big and chocolate? Come on here, then I will stop talking and do interesting work.
She and excited and infuriated him at the same time. Damn shine in the eyes, instead of submissiveness, ironically-mocking, sometimes playful tone, instead of the submissive “allow”, “allow”. To break her lips in the blood, and then shove his cock between them!
A member ... She is already busy, with a view of the hostess, and not at all the slave pulled him out of Khalil's baggy pants.
“Suck, bitch,” he growled, belatedly trying to become the master of the situation.
Here, she did not mind and hesitate. Itself could not wait to suck this dark brown, hefty monster. Khalil remembered how Bertie reacted when she first saw his thing. Shock, amazement, delight! Needless to say, Khalil could be justly proud of his fat, three-finger-long “spear”. Now, after three dozen intimate encounters, Bertie has adapted to his size.
Here, opening her mouth wide, she gently, with her lips, drew in the head of the penis. She took her cheek and then followed the trunk of Khalil. Dark dick her mouth full to the limit. But Bertie let the gift slip into her throat a little. Almost all, almost the most eggs, he entered her mouth. For a moment before vomiting spasm, she released a member, allowing him to go out half and immediately, again swallowed. She enjoyed the vibrant, powerful throb of her lover. Khalil groaned with pleasure. With both hands, he grabbed Bertie's hair, experiencing more from this undoubtedly dominant gesture of pleasure than from the blowjob itself.
Kneeling on her knees, Bertie with ecstasy continued to suck off his rearing cock ... Loudly smacking her and mumbling, she took away a huge shiny penis with her lips. To feel the hot, huge, excited flesh of the male member in the mouth, touch it with your lips and tongue, take it by the cheek - that was something! She reprimanded a member of his lips, swallowed him as possible, licked from top to bottom with her tongue. I didn’t forget about the lover's eggs - tight, heavy balls that were full of hair and sagged from desire.
- Bitch, I want you! Growled Khalil.
“Wait, stallion, not so fast.”
Bertie deftly slipped out of his arms and threw off the slates and climbed onto the bed. And there she began to tease him. So it turns, then the commercials, then lower the panties, showing him his tight round ass, then lift the beacon, revealing his eyes a small, but good-shaped boob with already excitedly pink nipples.
With his eyes wide, entangled in his clothes, Khalil hurriedly undressed. And so, naked, he approached her bed. By that time, she got rid of her panties, but left the beacon, only pulled her up almost completely exposing her boobs.
“Yum-yum, I want yum-yum,” Bertie purred, not tearing her burning gaze from his penis to and fro. - Give me your yum-yum.
She grabbed his dark brown stallion with her hand and at the same time caught her lover's prick with her open mouth.
- Oooh! - burst out from him.
The girl's deepthroat made a deep and passionate. Then she began to masturbate the penis with her hand and suck it off, making loud, savory smacking of lips. She was on the bed, where she sat on all fours. Khalil stood close, and from time to time leaned forward, then, to stroke her ass, then to weigh on the tight girlish buttocks of the ringing slap. Sometimes, he straightened up and grabbed the girl's hair with his hands. He liked to wind her blond hair on his fists, feeling at the same time the master of the situation.
Bertie continued passionate suction. Sometimes, she almost completely swallowed a member of her lover, choking and wheezing while sucking alternated with licking eggs and the whole member.
After some time, Khalil also climbed onto the bed. Gently, but persistently, he threw Bertie on his back. And then, looming over her, legs apart. Over her face. And he began to drive the top member in her gaping mouth. It was some particularly depraved fuck right in the girl's mouth, especially Khalil, also did the characteristic movements of the ass and lower abdomen. He was very inventive for all such "things" and Bertie liked it.
However, Khalil did not become so much amused. Him, already unbearable was to fuck this young whimsy. Bertie, too, was ready. He was convinced of this by putting his hand between her legs. Khalil felt with his fingers how the pussy of the girl was soaked, how the lips squeezed and spread to the sides and how he waited, as her hole dies from impatience.
With a shameless smile, Bertie spread her legs apart. Khalil grabbed them with both hands just above the ankles and pulled up with a jerk up. The head of his penis pressed against the maiden pisyachka, representing a striking contrast of dark brown power, ready to attack and soft pink flesh, ready to simultaneously submit and take pleasure in accepting the aggressor. Since both hands of Khalil were busy, Bertie herself, grabbed and sent the black lover's cock into herself. Under pressure, the plump folds parted and a powerful, tight cock dived into a hot, wet hole.
A prolonged moan of pleasure escaped from the girl's chest. The penetration was gruff and assertive, but that was how she liked it. Bertie's appearance was deceptive. Khalil, already knew that. His kitty, all so glamorous and tender, loved when her rod was tough, without any sentiments there.
Lustfully growling, Khalil set to work. erotic stories His powerful cock the first minute came in tight, despite the fact that the girl flowed abundantly. But he kneaded and stretched her hole, screwing in, diving inside with powerful shocks. Then it became better and things went. Soon a member of Khalila slid into Berti's vagina like a clockwork. African stepped up the pace with every second. The girl moaned loudly and at times shrilly screamed out when the dark-skinned lover especially took her out. Vaginal juice flowed so abundantly from her open cunt that diving the penis back and forth was accompanied by a loud savory champ.
While the fuck was going on, the lovers changed their position a bit. Bertie was still lying on her back, only now her left leg was pushed wide to the side, and her right, lifted up - found a place on Khalil's shoulder. He rested his knees on the bed and made a member of a quick, shallow tremors. So, they enjoyed each other for a couple of minutes. Then, Khalil leaned on the girl on top of almost his whole body, tightly pressed against her. Bertie's legs slid over his thighs. His penetrations have become slower, but excitingly deep. Hot, soft-sucking, sticky vaginal flesh greedily swallowed a member of the African and, after reluctantly, let go, sipping with wet lips.
The girls groans grew louder. Khalil, then amplified, then slowed the rhythm of fucking, he liked to keep his young mistress on the sharp edge of pleasure, as long as possible. The main thing in such moments is not to break away from this edge to a premature final.
Bertie, has already started to go crazy. At some point, it was always like this before, having lost all control over herself, she began to beg him to give it as soon as possible ..
she cum.
“Faster,” she cried out hoarsely. - More more! Fiken! Ahhhh ... faken! Stronger! Fick disch! Aaaaa ... Fick disch!
So, yelling, screaming and jerking their feet Bertie finished.
A powerful orgasm rolled over her body, causing a convulsive tremor in her limbs, and a sweet, maddening pulsation in the vagina. Seeing how his girl ends, Khalil, also could not resist. His member issued three powerful and some more weaker volleys. Hot streams of African seed, one after another poured into the bosom of a young German girl. She fought and squealed under the dark-skinned lover, taking in the vagina everything he gave her.
After that, they rested a bit and Bertie told her that she and her friends would be sent to some remote boarding house for the whole summer. True, she did not mention the true reasons for this fatherly decision. The news pretty upset Khalila. This summer, he was actively going to use his girlfriend, and finally, to settle in the house of the burgomaster with all the rights of his daughter's husband.
- How so, here is a shit, then what! - Khalil cried.
- Yes, that's how my dad decided.
- Why do you need this boarding house, and even for the whole summer ?!
“Well ...” Bertie hesitated. - He believes that rest away from the city will do me good. There is more nature, more fresh air.
“Nonsense, what,” Khalil snorted. - Who needs this nature! For a good holiday you need clubs, discos, youth fun. Sex finally! And what is there in this monastery? Will you spend three months abstinent?
- Daddy doesn't care. He probably thinks that I am still a virgin and I don’t need sex.
Hmmm, daddy girls had some difficulties. Khalil, was no longer sure that he would be able to easily get into the house of the burgomaster.
(Excerpt from the Interracial in the Alps)
The path to the second floor did not take much time. Steps going up the old wooden stairs were muffled by the carpet. Exactly the same path, only wider covered the floor of a long corridor, on the sides of which there were several doors.
Lieschen walked first and Payton, right behind her, while they climbed the stairs did not miss the opportunity to look under the skirt of the waitress. Panties were not there. He admired the round, convex ass of a young Austrian, and of course her cunt. The sweet little place Lizhen was smoothly shaved, which made it possible to see the bulging and slightly moist rollers of her sexual lips. Would still have this beauty shorter skirt!
Of course, the contemplation of the girls' charms in Payton's pants "smoked." The fly in front began to bulge pretty.
The first of the rooms provided was designed for two people. Excellent, I must say the room is cozy. Two wide beds, a table between them, built-in wardrobes with mirrors, combined sanitary unit and shower. Wallpaper in a warm orange-brown color - under the tree. Around clean, neat.
“Not bad here,” Stipmal said in satisfaction, walking up and down.
“Yeah, just great,” agreed Black Payton. - Even better than our motels. Europe after all, culture, fuck.
- Gentlemen, do you like it? Lizhen asked, listening to Black's conversation.
Itself, she remained standing at the door waiting for the reaction of the guests.
- All perfectly.
Payton approached the girl. She noticed how his fly was bulging and her eyes were rounded with surprise. Apparently the thing that was hidden by the Negro in her pants, was larger than all the other things she had to deal with.
Noticing her interest, Payton grinned and quickly caught the girl’s right hand and pressed her to his groin. Feeling something solid and firm, she cried out in German:
- Oh mein Gott!
“Yeah, I'm ready,” the Negro laughed and hugged the maid. - Tell me, my dear, what interesting things can your hotel offer in terms of leisure?
“Free beer snacks, morning newspapers, cable TV,” Lizchen began to list in a worried voice.
Here, Steepmal joined the game.
- No, no, this is not necessary yet. I want something more interesting.
He approached from the other side and touched the breast of the maid. He whispered fiercely in his ear.
- Such a pretty girl can give us a lot of interesting things. All only the best that hides under this clothing. Is not it?
Lieschen flushed, embarrassed. Strange thing, she then thought that things like embarrassment in her life had already passed a stage. The touch of these hefty muscular blacks excited her incredibly. She felt hot and wet between the frogs.
- Well, so baby, have some fun? Asked Payton, wandering around the body of the maid.
- If you want, not for nothing.
Stipmal took out two twenty-dollar bills and gently squeezed them into the neckline of the corset - between Lyshen's tight white tits.
“I don’t even know,” the maid mumbled, hiding her eyes and smiling embarrassedly. - You can not do it this way. Here we have sex inhibited.
However, she did not rush to return dollars.
“Well, stop it, doll,” Payton urged, and his hands began to insistently climb under her skirt. - Let's fool around a bit. Quite a bit, in a hurry. The owner does not know.
“Oh mein Gott, (my god),” Lyschen breathed, feeling that now she was about to give up. - That's shameful. You can not do it this way. Scandal ... But what about your reputation?
- Our reputation?
Payton stared at the girl.
“Well, of course,” she continued, “such famous athletes can be hurt by mmm ... communication ... Do you understand? If everything pops up, your expert opinion will be devalued and our city will only lose from this.
The negroes exchanged meaningful glances.
“Wait a minute, baby,” Payton chuckled. “How can you fuck a good fuck ... how did you say the expert opinion?”
- Well, you should be engaged exclusively in the evaluation of Vadenburg and its capabilities for holding competitions! - exclaimed Lizhen. - Members of such a solid and respected commission have not ceased to spend time on fun with the staff.
The blacks looked at each other again and winked at each other. Then, smiling tenderly, Payton said to the girl:
- Do not worry about trifles, honey. We appreciate the city not only for sports, but also how guests are received here. After all, there are so many of them ... all kinds of guests will come. So, what exactly depends on you now.
- True? - Lizhen was amazed.
- Of course. If we are satisfied - this will be reflected in the report. And our recommendations and reviews about the girls of Wdenburg will be an excellent advertisement for the city. Your mayor will reward you. You want to help your favorite city?
“Yes, yes, I do,” Lizhen nodded. - I'm ready. Where do I begin?
- Start with this one.
And here Stipmal unzipped his fly and pulled out into the light ...
The eyes of the maid were very round, like a doll. Such members she saw only in pornacterov films. Black, all braided by large veins edlak Negro was longer than the palm. Yes, and fat, like pork sausage.
- Will you refuse such a gift?
“Was für ein Monster, (what a monster),” Lyschen whispered admiringly.
- And how are you mine?
Payton released his tired body, which was in pants, was already unbearably cramped.
Lieschen, stunned, with a loud heart pounding, grabbed both penises at once.
Oooh! What they were elastic, huge, with convex veins. Fingers felt the incredibly strong and lively pulsation of these black trunks.
“Take care of them, baby,” said Steepmal and shook the “farm”.
Lieschen squatted, licked her lips, and first sucked on his penis. Black sausage filled her mouth completely. Thick prick penetrated the throat. Swallowing convulsively, the maid started sucking.
What a huge this thing!
Very soon, Lieschen began to choke. I had to release a member. He fell out of her mouth all slippery, slate sloughed. No, this monster needs to be processed ...
gradually.
This Lyschen enthusiastically and took up. Swallowing did shallow and increasingly used language.
“Oh, yes, bitch,” muttered Stifmal, holding his maid by her blond hair. - Let's..
With a second hand, Lyschen was jerking off a member of Black Payton. Feeling the fingers tight, living flesh was very nice. The size of the second Negro was not inferior to the first. Eldak barely fit in the palm of the girl, she hardly brought together the tips of the thumb and index fingers.
Lizhen's wet lips — so full of fucking, continued their work with a loud smack. The tongue slid quickly, then down the penis and played there with the eggs, then up again and eagerly got to the prick.
A minute passed, and the maid, turning her head, took up a member of Black Payton. Again, run your tongue from top to bottom and back. Alternating suction and licking. Payton Lizhen's eggs found more interesting. They were larger and, dangling down strongly dangling from side to side. It was fun and amusing girl. She poked into these tight balls face, giggled, licked them, then alternately, then immediately together, slightly squeezing her hand, so that they were closer to each other. The negro groaned with pleasure and rolled his eyes. When Lizhen's lips were tightly wrapped around his tensed head, Payton issued a long sigh.
- Oooh ... eeee ...
Passionate suction from the black guests lasted about ten minutes. From surging excitement Lizhen, like drunk. Just crazy with these black, hot sausage.
The blacks themselves were stunned by the excitement of the girl.
- Does she have a peasant, or has there been a whole month? - laughed Stipmal.
- Or do local people fuck their girls? - Paygle neighing in response.
- Nothing, we will fix it!
He could no longer tolerate. Everything appetizing that he saw at the maid on the stairs: tight ass, slender legs, a clean-shaven crotch and a wet little pussy made his blood, just boil. It's time to stick this crotch!
Payton turned Lizhen to his ass. She readily leaned over and spread her legs wide.
- Come on, fuck me. Fuck ...
Stimpmal sat down on the edge of the bed. A member of his sticking up. Lieschen caught his mouth began to suck.
Payton, meanwhile, pulled the girl's skirt up and grabbed onto her delicious buttocks; his dick deftly dived under them, where wet slits were waiting for penetration. Despite the strong excitement and sputum pussy, black snag met some resistance. Well, the girl never knew such sizes. We'll have to get used now. Payton increased the pressure. The head of his penis slowly squeezed between the elastic folds. Lieschen groaned from the strain.
- Oh mein Gott! (My God!) - she screamed. - Vorsichtig! (Be careful!) Aaaaa!
But Payton did not even think of retreating, so that this little fucker wouldn't scream there - in her German. All he wanted now was to completely stretch the little white bitch.
She succumbed. Yes Yes. Oh this sweet moment of invasion!
Black shiny cock, finally broke into a wet hole. A sticky, throbbing vagina gently swallowed the welcome guest.
Lieschen groaned and sighed with pleasure, feeling the black man fill her up. Eldak African American plunged into the maid's bosom more than half.
“Come on,” the girl whispered, and then switched to German. - tiefer stärker (deeper, stronger) - Nimm mich! (take me)
Hole Lizhen, who knew already many members quickly adapted to the new size. The negro began to use the maid slowly, giving her the opportunity to get used to. But, rather quickly, the young slut began to actively move her booty towards the black fucker. Payton realized that the slut wants to increase the pressure.
- What, bitch, you want pozhstche? Yes, baby, now you will be!
And his black monster moved faster and sharper. There was a savory, smacking sound of a wet pussy. Payton plunged into the maid, now more than half. His cock glistened from vaginal juice to the eggs. Lieschen groaned and screamed, feeling a powerful maddening invasion. The girl's heart was pounding with wild excitement.
With one hand, Lieschen pushed against the bed, the other jerked off Steepmal's dick. Sometimes, he grabbed her hair and forced her to bend over. The girl's mouth filled and she made a dull moo.
“Good, sweet white bitch,” Black Payton growled, continuing to play with his dick so much that Lizhen pussy was already splashing. - Yes, get black. Get it all!
The first ebony fucked the maid for a minute more, after which Stephmal declared his desire to plant a white bitch.
“Oh yes, yes,” Lizhen nodded. - was, wollen Sie? (as you please?)
She climbed onto the bed to lie there, but Stifmal grabbed her, turned his back to her and she realized that she needed to sit on the sticking member from above. Not so often she tried in this position. But it will be fun. Lieschen giggled, pulled her skirt up, and spread her legs and set to work. Stipmal helped, supported under the buttocks.
The opening of the vagina is slightly opposed. But here, black fat cock, roughly stretching the sponge lips squeezed into a wet snatch.
Lieschen flowed so abundantly that the second Negro soon began to move very actively back and forth. His black huische stretched Lizhen's pussy to the limit, diving into a hot hole with a loud champ.
Payton joined the couple in front. He unzipped Lizhen's corset and released her curvaceous, white, such delicious tits.
- what are the balls! - enthusiastically exclaimed Negro. And he began to knead the tits of the maid with his hands, and then eagerly began to put his mouth to her stiff pink nipples. Lieschen, almost screaming from the pleasure and the strongest impressions. Black hands shamelessly squeezed her everywhere: thighs and ass, boobs and knees. A member Stipmala continued sweetly gouging in her hole.
- Well, bitch, do you like it so much? - one negro asked.
- Come on, come on white whore! Get it! - goggled the second.
After a couple of minutes Lizhen covered the strongest orgasm. Her short cry turned into a long moan. The legs and thighs of the ending whore six or seven times convulsively twitched.
- you, bitch? - Payton snapped in the face of the girl. - Tell me you're a dirty bitch! Say it!
“Ja ich Miststück, (I'm a dirty bitch),” Lyschen squealed, twirling on a dick piercing her. - Ich ficken. Ja, ich ficken (I'm fucking. Yes, I'm fucking.)
Stipmal member slipped out. From the open pussy of the maid, a trickle of vaginal juice splashed out and Lyschen let out a blissful moan.
- Now my turn! Exclaimed Black Payton.
He pulled Lizhen onto the bed and laid him on his back. The slut was overwhelmed with a storm of emotions. A powerful, handsome black male hung over her. Strong muscles, flexible body ... Excitement, just crazy.
Holding himself in his arms, the Negro penetrated the maiden bosom. Lieschen accepted him, spreading his legs wide apart.
The member was eagerly sucked into the vagina slut almost to the eggs. Payton began to move, gradually increasing the pace. His black snag delightfully sank, then went out, and again sank in a wet-sticky young slut.
Stipmal sat down next to him and for some time, watching his comrade fucking the maid, furiously nadrachival his penis. But then he found the best use for him - he squeezed Lizhen into the greedy mouth.
Black Payton's ass flew up and down, dick snapped the wet squelch so that Lyschen started yelling. A black palm squeezed her mouth. The girl continued to moan dully.
Eldak the Negro assertively slid in the girl's vagina, all covered with white foam from the whipped grease. Lieschen was close to another orgasm. Her legs, thrown up, began to twitch. An unimaginable sweet delight flooded with a crazy wave.
Rolling up her eyes, the whore moaned, ohala and all squirmed under the black fuck. The negro continued to copulate with her, pushing the most eggs.
- Ja, noch! Noch mal! (yes. Once again!), - Lizhen howled in ecstasy.
Sthpimal slapped her cheeks with a member, rubbing eggs on the maid's face. Then he shoved his comrade aside.
- I am now! I'm fucking!
The girl remained on her back. A member of the second Negro burst into her and began to dive in a disheveled wet hole. A throbbing, insatiable snatch of Lizhen eagerly sucked him. Black snag buried in pink, oozing folds, eggs spanked on the buttocks.
A minute later, the slut began to cum again. Seeing her moaning, beating, jerking her legs, Payton could not stand it. Goggled, he cried:
- Bitch! I finish! Cumming!
Emitting hoarse moans, the Negro began to pour semen on the face of the slut. The first sticky-sticky stream splashed Lizhen's left cheek, disappeared by the eye and eyebrow. The second one was caught by the tongue sticking out of the girl, and a part fell on her chin. Then a fair amount of sperm slapped the slut's lips, smeared the tip of her nose. A member of Payton continued to eject the ejaculate and eventually produced seven or eight jets.
- Mein Gott! (My God!), Cried Lizhen shocked. - Wie viele! Das ist nicht möglich! (How many! Can not be!)
Her whole face was smeared with sperm. The black seed was thick, sticky-sticky with a peculiar, but pleasant smell. It tastes more salty than it used to taste.
- Oooh ... I'm everything! - blurted Payton, falling next to the bed.
Stipmal continued to fuck Lizhen. She lay under him with her face smeared with sperm and the seed slowly flowed down to her neck and between the bouncing boobs.
“And I am a babe in you,” the second black man growled, driving the dick into the slut's cunt until it stops. - I'll get you down.
Lieschen responded by moaning. It seems to have agreed. She was still profitable from the last orgasm. And there was another one on the way.
They finished at the same time. Lizhen huddled all over, rolled her eyes, began to howl.
Stipmal, uttering hooting shot sperm in her womb. The girl was trembling with excitement and delight, feeling how powerful his cock was pulsing. The vagina was filled with a thick, hot ejaculate. The maid felt about a dozen jolts, after which Steepmal, emptying, finally rolled his eggs to the side.