The bathroom The door barks at its poor lubrication and along with the sound of the footsteps the strange whispering of

The bathroom The door barks at its poor lubrication and along with the sound of the footsteps the strange whispering of voices. The mosaics look a little clean times credible in these places. The abundance of toilet paper and the lock that fits with absolute precision in the groove, show a prestige that It descends through the restaurant's bathroom to the impeccable attention of the waiters. It makes you want to spend a lifetime removing and inserting the steel pipe, At least until he falters or the pressure is so strong that everything seems to return to normal. normal. The toilets carry hoods with their respective boards. Nechu with her skirt up and her knees pulling her panties try to pee in a galloping position; just out of habit and not because The site really deserves it. The first drip falls and is interrupted with the soft entrance of the two women. He senses that there is not only one because of the noise uneven footwear but she is not sure if they are a pair either. Lever from the bladder, the effort to finish pissing being useless. It matches the clothes are annoying, he opens the compartment handle with pleasure and hears a moan that rebounds like an echo and settles again in another more reedy one near the shins. Close the door with civility and as long as it lasts, the astonishment Try to decipher the constant murmurs that invade the entire bathroom. HE She lifts her skirt again and sits on the shine of the board. This is ridiculous - he thinks I'll leave quickly and ready -. Before taking the plunge to flee one of the many words takes shape, and instantly the next; are edible and carry in the sweetness of their teeth the desire that has been clenched since a long time ago. Just words torn with the innate protection of not be heard even by themselves. Nechu is about to cough on purpose, clear his throat. false dissimulation of deaf innocence. It is not a bad option to flush the toilet or lift the board; something that warns and breaks with its transformed square involuntarily in his little hiding place. It doesn't do any of this, on the contrary, rest your feet, that is, the heels of your shoes on the edge of the door and He hopes that none of them locate his presence. The jelly of kisses linked to the purring jump of vowels completely change your mood. Now the intrigue arises as to how They are, their faces, their bodies, their clothes. The word of one of them reveals that it is not is over thirty, the other maintains a natural rest in her voice, it does not seem Older in age but older in experience. Thin and straight lips inaugurate the imagination of Nechu the unknown figure. Unnoticed makeup stylizes the warm features of a vulgarly pretty face. He fails to create his height or his hands, for a moment He thinks about spying but does not hesitate to remain motionless. Caress her big tits and firm, the blouse releases two buttons and reveals her cream bodice that covers part with a noticeably pink halo. He looks at them as if he doesn't know them. His The mind is a blind skein that sharpens the rest of the senses to discover the covered image. A mouth liquefies the chord with a drunk flow that climbs through the ceiling and He is trapped in one of the spotlights that shines squarely on his head. one hand clinging to the toilet, the other runs her panties that look like a floor cloth macerated by her vaginal syrup. The suction of melted water ice cream produces the shell of one in the mouth of the other, it merges with the sound of the fingers masturbating Nechu's bald clitoris. Now place the tail forward, the feet are still shod at the door while the index and eldest play like scissors on his ancient spiral; He jerks up and down and parks on every bridge heat and then accelerate the rubbing in the opposite direction. Get two fingers up to the knuckles and leaves the ring finger rubbing against the ass that dilates and he contracts along with the moans that echo in the bathroom. They come and go and goes through the tits. He sucks them. The panties pinch her, hindering her moments the movement of his fingers. She rinses them again in her shell and paints herself flow again the tits. He sucks them. Grab the wallet and the rubbery hand He shakes as if he had carried a bag of cement for hours; take out a classic roll-on deodorant and in a hurry in a fever she pushes out every door of the shell, leaves it sealed and mechanically tilts it to one side and towards another. He takes it out and sucks it. She rubs it all over her face... On her tits... Up the ass. He sucks it again. He sticks it to the clitoris as if he were a cock. make you want before penetrating her. Put it back in, move it in a circle grating all the walls of its shell with the smooth lid. It makes it soft... Slowly. Now stronger... Faster. Slow down. Stronger. Faster. More flow. Stronger. Softer. Stronger. He pees. It's over. Faster. Slow down. Further strong. It's over. He pees. It stops... One... Two... Three... Four seconds. He body shakes evenly as if the forced silence will flame through all the muscles. The acidic liquid runs down his legs which overflow in a splash warm; splashing his thighs, the board, the floor, the door. Take out the deodorant of the shell and shiver two twenty without controlling the electricity that undoes his orgasm. The two women continue playing with saliva without knowing that they have donated the catalog of a masturbation. Nechu gradually tightens her skin again, her husband wait for the wine sitting at a table. He can't get out, he will have to endure the exit at the foot of his puddle. It's not a bad idea to wet your fingers and try again. start... Slowly... Slowly. End I hope the girls liked a male look and literary about masturbation. To women who want to write: welcome