We walked slowly along the tunnel, which goes downhill. The walls, the ceiling here were covered with dense fabric, there was a carpet underfoot, so the priest carried a lantern, a large candle in which was covered with glass, as I understood these were some fire safety measures, although they seemed to me rather meager. Do not bring the Creators here to accidentally set fire to something: a fire will immediately break out! And you can’t hide anywhere: the tunnel was quite long, but without branches. Hugging my shoulders nervously, I still didn’t dare to express my concerns to him, I just walked, listening to the priest’s quiet voice:“The decoctions that I gave you are a collection of herbs that help open energy channels,” he explained, “an ointment that was rubbed in would help relax the muscles. You see, you are now, not only as an empty vessel, but also sealed.- But I somehow manifested a gift ...- Yes, apparently there is very little left, one might say at the bottom. But wheth

Shuffling, it became uncomfortable from the presence of outsiders in the ward, she quietly answered:- Hello. Everything is fine. The doctor came and I think he was also pleased with the examination.“Good,” he exhaled and, straightening up, approached and greeted the men, who calmly reacted to the fact that they were made to wait. Standing next to the window, Maxim folded his arms across his chest, showing with all his appearance that if anyone even looked askance at me, he would rush to the defense. With difficulty tearing my eyes away from him and trying to breathe deeper in order to calm my heart jumping joyfully from such care, I looked at the priest.- I'm glad to see you, and if I may, I would like to start with gratitude, - she began the conversation herself. And then they sit, look silently, it is not clear how long it would last! - Ulziy, thank you very much! - specially did not begin to thank the second man.As soon as they entered the ward, a small bell rang inside me, as

Only when my palm, clasping his cock at the base, stroked it up, he closed his eyes, exhaling hoarsely, grabbed my chest, lightly stroking the nipple with his fingers, to which I exhaled raggedly. I really liked the feeling of tender, velvety skin under my fingers, a little clasping his hard nature with my palm, leading him up and hearing a quiet moan, feeling how he pushes his hips to meet my movements, while looking into his face and enjoying the emotions reflected on him. Until his hand went down.With one sharp movement, he pulled my shorts down to my knees, slightly hurting me with this movement, I already wanted to protest, as his palm lay on my pubis, stroking the top with his fingers. Thoughts fled, and I involuntarily squeezed my hand on his cock, from which he, moaning, at once smeared in a rough caress on my already wet folds, touching the focus of my pleasure.With a groan, she leaned her hips towards him. If before that I was afraid of what might happen, now fear beat in