Malena looks in memory at the mouth that moves its tongue. Still Being alone, she lowers her gaze, avoiding finding thos

Malena looks in memory at the mouth that moves its tongue. Still Being alone, she lowers her gaze, avoiding finding those eyes that open and see her. They don't look at her because they are uninviting eyes. They see it because in a fraction They invade even the most solid part of their shame. But the eyes know it and she knows it senses, then the gaze closes wetly and in that simulated carelessness protects his desire to look again. It's incredible that my mom, in some way, I wish she knew which, I also intuit from nowhere when I am like this, when I arrive like this. I know starts talking or asks me stupid things, like he wants to hold my head and occupy it with all your voice. -Malena, you had to serve!...- -Yes!... yes!... What?- The words do not sound in his mother's mouth but in the Malena's deafness draws the smell from those eyes, which reach the nose first to dry afterwards all over your face. He gets up and walks rubbing his cheek on the shoulder, as if retaining the clarity of the image in the smell. a side eye flies towards the kitchen. The mother looks at her. Not her. Think: I want to be alone. - I'm going to sleep for a while. - - Well. I lift you up when... - He turns on the key, leaves the light off, his body goes back to eleven; He turns on the fan and lies down in his old childhood chair. The upholstery projects a row of animals that pamper and kiss each other. Always in pairs, male and female, always in pairs. - You missed a floor Male. Are you coming from your harmonica class? - No, I should have gone. Bah... being there now, I don't know. - We were taking a nap. At this time we can throw for a while. You already knew, didn't you? - Yeah.- - Come in, give me your hand. Damn! The pupils adapt to their new ocher light and enjoy From that period she slowly recognizes her room. It doesn't stop at the rough nakedness of the objects but in the everyday vulgarity that covers them. Could close your eyes and number each line that crosses the colorful grid of your padded, how many wooden dolls float on his little shelf of brown books, the idyllic order of the photos that were wallpapering the closet, the folders and the walls of their nest; Which shirt hangs from the armchair today and which panties are It rolls up the edges to fill with dust on the floor at the foot of the bed. He knows that he rests on the giraffes that love each other by the neck, the hippos thrown trunk to trunk and the monkeys that smile openly under the caste melancholy of the elephants. Stretch one leg, resting your foot on the chair and With the base knee to the chin he manages to distinguish the embrace of the dolphins. I like to guess who I'm sitting on top of. I bet things, I don't know; Today he calls me, tomorrow they don't pick me up. Then I look to see if I won, if I lost or tied. I usually win. I run without realizing it and now That's it, I won. Sometimes it's very obvious since I didn't guess any, so I become Well, the stupid and angry girl let me tie. Okay I tell myself... ready. You are right, they were little birds and not little cows. I never lose anyway. At least alone and dark, I never lose. For a moment it hardens the forehead, preventing it from being swallowed. the hole that sucks from the back of the neck. Tilt your head to the side and hole drags a tent where things get in the way with the fabric. They happen so so fast that you can't even see them. Only when the piece is peeled does it reach distinguish a trapezoid that serves as a stopper. He introduces it by scraping the cervical and when the stick reaches the limit the suction is cut off. He collects saliva and licks himself the knee. You wet your face with your skin and you smell it and it dries... and you smell it again. lick... and it smells and dries. The room becomes so small that he crosses it through the window of his fingers. It is she who now searches in the void for the eyes that They see her. To the woman who a few hours ago kissed her neck, leaving a leaky and hollow well. - Malena! What a surprise, today we saw you in the morning and of course you said hello, we thought you were angry, that you didn't like the invitation the other time.- - No, it's just that I came with my mother and I got nervous.- - You know that this guy used to fuss with me and talk about you, and You just rang the bell.- - Give me a kiss fortune teller... come. It makes me desperate not to see, but I also like it, that's why I do it. I like to feel my knee wet and the little air from the fan when it passes. Me I like having my brother's shorts on, it's wide and my hand fits comfortably and I feel like it's not me who touches me. I think about someone's fingers, no There are no faces or bodies. I once heard Fico tell my brother that he painted himself red nails to wank. I like to start like this, with my hand another caressing the little strap between my leg and my pussy. For five thousand minutes they don't stop kissing. Malena no Look, he wants to but he can't. Listen as if they were trying to get rid of a ball of chewy sweets of the palate. He has lost the sensitivity of time and he assimilates geography when he covers himself with it; However the essence penetrates with the same distillation that it supposed: taking time to discover its projection to the edge of the bed and not controlling his feet, which try to open the pounding of the floor ceiling of his room. - Are you okay Male? You know that as a girl when I broke something, or I would drop something, or do things that I thought were wrong, I would start moving all fingers until I realized that I didn't feel like doing that. I had had desire to break up, to kick the old woman who was touching my face, to touch my cousin, I don't know... yes I know, I really wanted to.- -I want to be here.- The woman kisses his shoulder. They are closed but thick kisses as if pampering a baby's back. The woman has short hair, dyed a strangely sparkling mahogany, his nose tugs at his mouth, barely raising the upper lip. During naps he always wears lizard-colored nightgowns; all and everything hides in it an illustrated baroque. His cheekbones are carved for life and skinny while her wide gaze rejuvenates her husband's slow erection. For him, these eyes hide the meaning of forgetting her for a while. The time comes of his little duckling, his little pea sprout, his cornice dove, his little iguana feverish with sweet milk eyes. It's time to play. Malena progresses in rigidity, perhaps immobility suggests a different sex trafficking. The woman retracts her face and in a sudden movement He fills his mouth with the tanned fingers of his Mambrú. Mambrú is almost an old man fifty-something for Malena. He is extremely plump and although his beard lighten his features, the folds that emerge from the body harden him for complete the visa. Now he looks at her and with slurred words he addresses her. glass of curacao. Malena can't hear. Feel a visual imbalance almost imperceptible to the ear. The old man goes crazy with the postcard: his wife kissing a girl He holds her again and again, his eyebrows furrowing until almost cover his eyes. He does not want to lighten the pleasure of the landscape: it is almost inevitable. - Why don't you take off his clothes, my love?...it seems to me that he scratches a little... right Malenita? - -The clothes?- -Don't pay attention to him Male. Do you want to take off my nightgown? Have the red nipples. Do you want to see them? If they continue to grow they are going to break my bodice.- The beats reel up to the neck and the pressure is so so hard that the lips are bitten to camouflage the earthquake. A wet chest muddy and a dry knot in the shell. The rough throat does not allow him to say word. He doesn't try either. He nods in a circle asking. He is dying of desire and fear. A dull tachycardia cancels out the body that does not fit into its gaze. The precarious and novel sensation of being a mass of blocks, each one with autonomy own, stacked but without integrity. A buzzing sound burns his eardrum; think: they will be talking bad about me... they will be talking bad about me... they will be talking... the echo becomes unbearable and he tries to think about unknown things, which cannot be call, that I cannot name. A page from the dictionary sticks in the M and The words drill into his brain. He presses his temples seeking to cease in one photo: a work by Chagall, a monotype, "Nude, yellow and faun." He has it, He unfolds it like a sheet covering the tremors in the foreground. It is the greatest and best effort he made in his entire life. Back there, they float in a I whisper the definitions: forklift... device that transports vertically... mountain... unplowed land..., they are lost softly, without grudges they disappear the ear grille. Malena relaxes and in the sweetness of confusion she breaks fingers to unbutton the bodice. -Look at how these nipples are Male, they're going to explode. The I'm a little dry... you know? Do you want us to wet them together? I remember and it scares me. How could I ring their bell? What face am I going to make when I meet them with my parents? When I cross in the elevator. I want to kill myself. When they go down for a while to have a drink and the old man talk about work with dad, and the woman laughs at those tits; and I don't I'll be able to stop looking at them. What I do?. I don't leave the room. It's not any. I'm not here, I'm leaving... I don't know. Aren't they thinking the same thing? With The jokes that the old man said wouldn't even have to leave the house. What a dick has. The head is enormous, it stretched its little skin and pointed at me shaking each ever faster. If I put it in I would break. Will Fico have it as a girl? I don't know, it's the only one I know. We tanned once alone, he came to look for my brother who was not He was there, he knew he wasn't there, I knew he was coming. We were watching TV and we laughed at I don't know what nonsense; We started trading badly, out of nowhere. Afterwards never again, I gave him a couple of handjobs but hurriedly and secretly, once cornered on the balcony, my brother had fallen asleep listening to the match, it was horribly cold. The second in a bathroom, it was a party in a home and I was drunk, I remember the two of us lying on the toilet, no I know how, it's impossible but I have the memory of lying down. I'm soaked, motherfucker! now I'm overheated. I grabbed it from the old man and it was like a club, boiling, had such a strong smell that my mouth was leaving alone. To Fico I want to see his face when he finishes, I want to see how his milk comes out. Never I couldn't and I can't, he always puts his tongue up to the bell and leaves it paralyzed while moaning shaking everything. The little air from the fan returns to me crazy. I like to put it close and feel it blow at me when it passes. The face of old man transformed, he said things all the time, it makes me want to touch myself, to Show him how I know how to touch myself. The wind is coming again. Blow me like this Fico, Come on... let me see that face. Alone in the room, Malena takes off her shorts and smells them. feel her shell confused in the smells of her brother. He arches his back and lowers his head pants at ankle height, rests one hand on her belly and with the other She pulls up her shirt without revealing her nipples. Raise one leg and hang it on the armrest of the chair. Shake the other one, letting the panties fall and with the The sole of the foot throws it without force wherever it goes. Turn on your nightstand tangerine and recognizes himself in the long, narrow mirror that covers the old age of the wallpapered. You look at yourself without looking into your eyes, the shadow expands, growing into light. by the final curve of her tits; He caresses them as if they barely stung him. In the cooking, some dishes collide and the mother laughs. The sound is so far away that Malena He lowers his hand and in a long breath begins to touch himself. It turns me on to look at my tits in the mirror. I like them like that, as if they escaped from the shirt without me noticing. When they come friends of my brother and they start talking in the dining room, smoked and sucked like beasts before leaving, I leave the door of my room ajar, first to know what they say and second to listen when one of them comes to the bathroom. I play dumb and go out with my tight T-shirt on, my nipples stand out, I They click on the yellow of the shirt. I greet and go into my room. old as if looking for something. I love to imagine that while they pee they are thinking I have a terrible desire to put it on. Fico is divine, he acts tough but he is shy, he always turns red, when we are together he has more Shame on him than me. The Viking is the cutest of all, he is about two meters tall and he lays his eggs all day. The son of a bitch puts his hand inside of his pants and then he puts his fingers in his nose with terrible pleasure. I always hear him say that he wants to fuck a little girl with big tits and hard As your little sister calls my brother fat. -How I would like to see those little blue eyes with all this spout in the mouth.- - Shut up fat! Why don't you eat this and fill yourself with meringue, all that cake face you have, my crazy brother yells at him. - Oops!...yes...sitting up here and I'm tying her tail with one hand and the girl who tells me: it hurts a little Viko... oh!... I like it the same... you have it tough. Yes baby, yes!.- Everyone laughs and I imagine myself below the Viking, getting wet both hands with sweaty tails, pushing, he looks at me and I push and I feel that He opens me, the waxy belly that presses against me, piercing me like an animal. The Will it be as big as the old one? I don't think so. Furthermore, the old man is a degenerate gentleman, He doesn't scratch his balls, he handles his cock so well that it makes me want to have one to be able to touch her like that. Like this... like this Viking... grab my tail... you're all over salty... like that. At the head of the bed the old man plays with his fingers the fortune teller's mouth until she felt the palm of her hand soaked in saliva. He impatiently waits for Malena's gaze and the moment he meets her returns entirely empty. She keeps fixed the invitation of those eyes that do not They see her. Then the old man grabs his dick and wets it from top to bottom, He jerks off with such unpleasant bellicosity that it tempts Malena. - You love it, little duck, huh!... you love sucking my hand with all this posh taste... - -It's just that it all sticks to your fingers... oh!... mm!... you I'm going to eat it all.- -Do you want the girl to see you with all your cock on your tongue?... Hey!... look how he looks at you.- The fortune teller approaches the old man and passes her nipple to him from the eggs to the tip of the cock. He rubs it gently and shows it to her, then He takes it warm to his mouth and drools over it to pass it on again. The old baggy man murmurs as with sand between the teeth. The slob smiles with hot teeth. Malena is excluded from the internal code for a moment, her eyes fall asleep and she She is so small that not even she can see herself. A cry runs through his body and It is mounted without resistance to any farewell. When he awakens his gaze, the The fortune teller's tits touch the air that is contaminated by the smell that They spill their nipples. Malena opens her mouth as far as her freedom allows. - Wow!... what a kiss you're giving me. Do you want to stay a a little while there?, like when you were younger and you ate them full of milk mom... huh?... yes... you saw how big my tits are... aay!... look at me... I want to see you with your entire nipple in your mouth. Did you see that I have them like bathed in oil. Wow!... you pass your tongue all shy... do I really like cock? No?.- - Do you like it?.- - I like it better this way, look at my tongue... like this, I came to suck it with me.- - Like this down below?... kisses here.- - Yes... ouch! Yes, do you want to come here Mambrú? - Malena listens to the elastic of the bed and distances herself suddenly. - Do you want just the two of us to continue? I came... I came back I'm alone playing with my tits. Come... oh, get me wet!... get me wet so I can I go through all the dick. Look at his face, look at how he's touching it by himself. Do you want us to help you? - - Please.- - Wait!... oh! oh! how beautiful... you don't know how good I am This babe is sucking her tits.- - Come here.- -I'm going to get you this shirt Male... do you want it?... you have it all stuck to your body, you're all sweaty. It's going to hurt you to stay like this. You could catch a cold, then I'll give you a bath, you know. It made me a little sick to feel her so sweet; he grabbed me waist with a love so vicious that it caused me rejection. His nails were bitten and very skinny fingers. The nightstand was a mountain of earrings, bracelets and rings. I still love bitten nails. The Viking also eats nails, that brown hand squeezing my back, I imagine it with my face exorbitant... the desire he has to give me turns me on. The old man was desperate to catch me, when the fortune teller took off my shirt he started touching himself with everything while she told me to look at her. The woman caressed my armpits and They were both glaring at my tits. I didn't speak anything, they didn't They stopped murmuring things. It was like hearing what he was never going to say. Hear In them what I also thought. I didn't like it because it didn't sound like me. head, every word was possessed by the same greasy intonation of the Viking. I can hear him without him speaking, I can feel him buttoned without wanting to detach himself from his posh not for a minute. The old man shakes one leg to the discontinuous rhythm of his hand. He squeezes it hard and, blowing in a kind of moan, looks at it: hard, fat and venous. Malena closes her eyes again, losing herself in the fortune teller's kisses. identity of enjoyment. -I can wash your face like this. Your chest is all wet. Here in the middle of the tits... let me give you some kisses. You know you're a girl with very big tits. Do you want me to be the envious little friend who tells you play? - -Are you going to suck them?...- -If you don't want to, no, I'm dying, but if you don't want to, I'll move. fingers until you leave me.- - It gives me a little something, I don't know... I can give you kisses... I feel like it.- -Yes my sweetie. You already ate all my tits, you feel like it to continue here... all the tummy. I'm going to get like this... come, come.- The woman leans back resting her head on his cock of the fat man She spreads her legs and hits her pubis with both hands, inciting Malena, as if she were a little dog who is going to get all the pleasure she wants with her tongue. keep in the shell. - I'm soaked Male! I feel like a little girl with a lot of shame. Do you want to see how you make me touch me?... look... oh look!, look how the you make this little girl touch... oh! I have rubbery fingers.- Behind Malena, an off-center painting occupies the center of the wall. The fortune teller's hand slides down his face, surrounding the small territory. The mouth is fertilized and Malena lets the tongue she washes grow of saliva the fingers smeared in flow. A contagious flow of sex and sexes, an unrecognizable distance for a girl who still wets her lips with a impersonal transparency. - How you turn me on, asshole! I can carry you with my fingers So. Come, you want to play with my clitoris a little, come!... come.- Malena lets herself be drawn as if pierced by a hook, the image of the shell half a centimeter from his eye produces an irresistible repulsion, so irreplaceable that the tongue falls apart and sinks into lasciviousness of taste. Malena has curls up to the middle of her back, the blue of her eyes It does not send off the furious foam of the wave; a craving for plums obscures part of her arm, she is short and walks as if a stake were going through her hip without pain. Her friends call her Carlita because she looks like the girl who tattooed her navel. in an advertisement for feminine wipes. Now in his room the excited eyes are tied to the back of his neck, he slides down the chair, approaching diagonally to the fan, the leg continues climbing the armrest, he doesn't bet anything but He is certain that he is dampening the courtship of the snails. Leave for a time to touch yourself, calming the speed at which your slides run; HE He smells the hand, recognizing its warmth. He touches himself again: this time his fingers are more aggressive and the images no longer hit like flashes, but become passive, they stay, they develop, achieving a much more active consistency. Her head travels slowly in the gesture of the boss: a grimace veiled by pleasure. He parks his handjob on that face, gives it the entire rub; no Viking, no Fico, no passenger fare crashes into the scene to join an enriched repertoire. The little girl opens herself with her fingers and Sticks her clitoris to Malena's tongue. A warm syrup runs down the throat. Swallow... Malena for the first time, swallow. - Look how he eats my pussy! You like my little game, we are two little friends who like each other a lot... oh! Do you want me to open it a little for you? further?.- - Please come, I want you to suck my cock.- - Can't you take it anymore my love?...oh...oh! Is Male so rich that Will you eat it like this? - I'm hot! You ask your friend if she doesn't want to. catch me.- - Malena stop... eh!, oh! for a little bit... please me You're going to make me cum if you keep sucking me like this.- - You're going to fill his mouth with milk!... yes, yes!... just like that all my cock in your face.- - I'm going to finish you off Male! Tell my friend to tell me stop!...oh, oh, I'm going to bathe you please!...oh!, oh! you want to listen to your my friend, finish... hey! Tell me, do you want me to finish your entire tongue? -Finish me.- - Finish it my love, come on... come on, fill it with air, I love you hear.- - You leave me, yes... oh, oh! Uh! Oh, Uh!... I'm going to hand over the shell baby!... do you want it?... oh! take... like this... take my pussy... here, uh!, uh!, oh!, oh!. - If you press her tongue... you're going to choke her, you don't want me to. it escapes you... move like this... give it... like this!... give it my love! - Can I?! Will you leave me?!... oh!... I can't take it anymore!!... ah!, ah!, ah!!, ah!!, ah!!... I'm finishing your whole mouth asshole!... ah!, uh!, ouch!, ah!... oh!, oh!... umm!, oh!, uff!, ugh, ugh The slob closes her eyes and with her feet pointed, she lets herself smooth out the blood for a moment. Malena kneeling on the edge of the bed and with lips bulging, observes the harshness of the old man who shakes in his own He touched his wife's lethargy. The fat man stretches out the hand with which he touches himself letting his cock fall on his wife's hair. Malena also stretches her hand but without wanting to be carried, she simply wants to feel the extract of those fingers They stay like that for a while, in the air, they tug at each other but you don't notice it. The fortune teller opens her eyes as if she were alone, she doesn't look at anything, it seems as if she were look at the body. He doesn't look at anything. Malena looks for her distrustfully, with her free hand He caresses her ankle as if mistakenly. The woman reacts under inertia maternal that spills her orgasms. The anarchy of the interval channels a breath where no one is responsible for the time. The old man takes the lead and brings her to the mouth of the boss; They stay one on top of the other, they kiss as if by first time, like half an hour ago. One of the two lets out a short moan; back The fat man jerks off, deafened by the noise of his cock. The fortune teller's tits They open softly due to Malena's light weight, she slips into her pants and with With both hands he squeezes his tail tightly; He attaches it and rocks it in a circle. - So... slowly. Don't you want to take off your pants? - I don't know... besides I didn't bathe and I feel uncomfortable. - My little one. Are you afraid of getting dirty or washing yourself? Already I told you, then we took a bath. The old man smiles and out of context kisses the cheek of his wife. Malena has the urge to run. Turn in a flash the standing on his back, he makes a bridge with his back and in agility clumsiness rookie takes off pants and panties in a single maneuver. He climbs the fortune teller and while she licks his neck she combines a forced body touch. He old man abandons the prolixity of the handling and rehearses a sympathetic pout that no one can see. He thinks like he hasn't thought in years. Think about it without a computer memory: Sweet has no place, and I can't take your way anymore. Perhaps The color is what you guess? Maybe your feet don't show they're going. Fear of a large or large bed to a scary bed; and dry, dry you are, I won't touch you that you are leaving There is nothing above, nothing below. Some line will speak for you. Have love even in the elbows, do you still see your little arms? I scared you! Me Are you watching? Yes or no? Everything the same. For a moment he holds an old letter in his hand. Look grateful for his wife's feet. He knows that this arc crushes the uncertainty of what he never read. Malena's body returns it to where it always was. A girl capable of making a child remember all her marbled longevity. The fortune teller He puts his mouth close to Malena's ear. - My baby girl, what beautiful kisses. Male... you know it's not here You have to prove nothing. We like that you like it, we don't care if You do it well or badly, because the more you like it, the better you are going to do it.- - I like you.- - I would like you to suck me. Please, I am going crazy, they are giving each other some very delicious kisses.- The old man tries to filter through the mouths that kiss, the Lips separate from time to time, tongues do not detach themselves for a second. The He observes with delight and in the ether of union the edge of his cock appears. The saliva warm subtly glows when it barely touches your head. The fortune teller grabs her and He brushes Malena's face without stopping kissing her. The ceiling points in memory the Best tail you've ever seen in that bed. - Put me in your mouth, give it my love.- The fortune teller rubs it over her nose and then plays as if was the tip of the ice cream. - Is that okay?... or is that?- Now he takes it with his mouth that goes in and out in a sound of wet gallop The old man wrinkles his chest as if his tongue reached his stomach. Malena finally lowers the beat in her throat, the cock puts makeup on her lips closed, the fortune teller jerks him off, maintaining the hardness that explodes into form of rings circulating through his hands. Using leverage, slowly open the mouth of the baby and with delicate caresses on the back of the neck she pushes, gently pushes until she disfigures him. the gesture. Malena wants to but she can't stay with her mouth full and her eyes open. Malena wants so many things that she can't. And even if you don't want to find out, He always decides what he can. The fortune teller puts her index finger to her clitoris and Even the old man's ass is soaked, the finger penetrates first through the tip and hiding, he begins to dig, as if probing the filling of a flan. -Can you be alone with my cock, Malenita? What a noise you are doing... oh!, oh!...- - How soft your tail is, my love. I have all the finger inside, you know? - Ah, oh! You're not going to help your little friend. He is eating it all alone.- - I came to dive for a little while my love, don't leave me so I want to squeeze a little. Come on, I'm reopened. Come up Male here, pass me the pussy for tits.- - Oh, what a pussy you have!... I'm going to stay like this sticky.- The old fat man enters and leaves his wife with his hands on Malena's shoulders. Kneeling, he feels the heat of sanding his knees, it makes years that does not scratch meniscus and combines that burning with the routine sensation of be fucking The fortune teller watches as her tits harden at the contact of the chick. The nipple rubs the clitoris and reaches the sensitivity that divides the shell from the ass. Tingling is not customary in the belly of Malena, bubbles that climb and die blown by the stomach before reaching the diaphragm. - I went up!... oh! How are you fucking with me, son of a bitch... I went up Male, I want to suck your entire shell.- - No, leave her like this, I want to see her entire tail while you lame.- Malena is dying to sit in the fortune teller's mouth. Perhaps without understanding it, he stretches over her, feeling the short taps that They scratch the old man's belly between his legs. Malena wants so many things that she doesn't can. I would have liked the slob to suck all of me; I don't know, I always say no when I want something, and the more that is what I want, the more I quickly say no. I'm a moron. I'm overheated. All that language in me shell. I want to finish your entire mouth. Yes, I want you to eat it... just the way it is Move my little finger, like this, like this I want your tongue to move. - Put your hand down my love!... touch me, please touch me pussy... oh!, touch me while you fuck me, ah!, ah!. You like to squeeze all the tail the baby eh!... ah! touch me, give it.- The old man comes out and surrounds his cock with Malena's feet, passes the tongue across his wife's shell, once alone, as if drying up the stream that falls through the thighs. He sucks the babe's feet, legs, tail, back, the tail The old man's tongue is as fat and wide as his belly. It's a cow grazing a hare with half-open eyes. - Not the tail... no kisses. I want him to put it back in you.- - My little friend wants you to fuck me. Come on, play it for me.- The fat man hunts for the waist and brings it without much endurance. The cock is a brick stuck to Malena's clitoris. makes force but it doesn't come in. Malena wants so many things that she can't. - I want him to fuck you.- - Come on, come back... come on, my friend wants to see me with all her might. the cock inside.- The fortune teller coils the rhinoceros, marking with her heels the step The plump old man hears the fluffy sound of kisses up there, The fingers grab onto Malena's tail, releasing all the hardness of her body. - Ahh!, oh!, if I keep moving like this I'm going to finish.- - Do you like Male to see how he fucks me? - - My cock is bursting... ah! ah! I'm going to finish them off both. I can throw all the milk in their faces... hey! Will you let me? - Do you want to take her out and jerk off on her tail?... Do you want to put your cheeks together and squeeze all your hard cock?... Shall we leave it? Male get in the middle of your tail? - - Can I like this?... oh!, oh!, can I jerk off like this in your tail?... oh! oh! Oh! - - Yes we let him put it in you a little?... come on, a little in the shell.- - Ah!... they are letting me in.- Malena digs her fingers into the woman's wrist, the old man He barely moves, he lets himself be caught by the girl who goes up and down with her hands. fortune teller at the waist. - Do you like how we are fucking?... oh!, do you like to see yourself? penetrating my little friend? .- - Oh, I can't take it anymore! Do you want to turn around?... ah! oh!, I'm going to throw all the milk in their faces.- - Yes, come on... like this, jerk off harder... ah!, like this, come on so stronger.- - Ah!, oh!, oh!, oh!, there is coming... there is coming all the milk!, ah!, oh!, ooh!, ooh!....- - Yes, yes, oh!, oh!, umm!... what a way to start!... oh! Please keep finishing, don't stop, please don't stop! - The bed is as big as a river. The fortune teller continues spilling the milk down Malena's neck, down to her tits and with his Stuffed mouth sucks them until they leave little husks of semen. There is no place for Thinking nothing, the fat and worn-out old man looks at the little handles of the closet and discovers the bad combination they make with the nightstand; the girl meditates on the azaleas and whether they are actually born lilac or change color over time. Malena He thinks about nothing, he can't think, he doesn't want to think. Always decide what you can and then you want to feel without thinking: When I sat on that stone and your eyelashes got wet, you dripped And five fingers on each hand and five corpses on the feet. I shake the hair and I turn my head, I see you quickly and then I made a wish. Was it fulfilled? I am bigger than your hand, but she knows how to keep me. and it support on my shoulder and I didn't want to fly. I kiss her eyes one by one, dry her eyelashes wet, reddened her lips. The fly flew and said: bye che, see you. I can't get that smell out of my nose, every time I breathe or I move is worse. The fan stirs my skin and I smell the smell of both of them. as if they were still with me, in my room, here in my little hut looking at my face. shell, legs open, saying the things they didn't hear. I'm dying for finish the entire Mambrú belly. I also have a smell now... do you want it for me? feel?. Come put it in me while she sucks me. Come... I want to do all the handjob to that dick. Come on, do you want to hear me finish or not? Are you still standing there with that little smell they have? I'm about to wash the giraffes, do you want me? look?. I think I'm going to wet your entire mouth, do you want? Do you like to look at the handjob I'm giving myself? I would like them to suck my two breasts until milk comes out of my nipples. They are making me touch much, much. Look at my hand in the mirror how it can't stop opening it all up, It's going very fast, so very fast. I want to hold on a little longer, slowly, how nice, a little more. Please the jelly that I have on my fingers, Can they let me clean them with my tongue like this? I'm so horny! I can't stop touch me and look at me and feel all this smell of sex that they put on me; No I can, I can't, oh, I'm super hot! I see my entire clitoris sticking out and hard, it looks like a little tomato that hasn't finished growing. I'm so wet!, so Soaked that the fan blows by and makes me feel cold. I got a tickle through the shell and now I have it here in my belly, it is giving me more and more turns, it makes my legs shake, I'm going to stretch them all so they can see my legs clearly. pussy ending up in the mirror... like that, like that with the whole wet armchair, like that little one, they like it, they like it, yes... they like it!, they like it!!, I love you!, I love you!, I love you!, I love you!, I love you!, I love you... I love you... I love you.