Mobile versionOlya sat on his lap. Her legs were spread at the edges of his legs.
They watched a documentary about Pushkin.
Whether it was the story about Pushkin, or the warmth of Olenov’s body, which awakened
vulgar thoughts in him, but he no longer watched the film, but thought only about her body.
He began stroking her legs and arms. He felt that she was pleased.
She looked into his eyes and smiled. After which she continued watching the movie.
Olya was wearing a knee-length dress and he moved it slightly, exposing her legs even more.
He began to gently stroke her thighs. He felt that Olya’s breathing had changed.
Her inhalations and exhalations became a little faster. She was almost lying on his chest,
and he quietly asked in her ear, 'Do you like the movie?'.
She looked into his eyes again, smiled furtively and answered - 'yes'
He moved her dress even higher, so that her white panties were already visible.
Og stroked her thighs with his fingertips and casually touched her panties.
Olya pretended to be watching a movie, but all her thoughts were only about his hands
and touches. They were pleasant, gentle and full of affection.
Olya was almost forcing herself to look at the TV screen.
She wanted to watch his hands, but something forced her to continue
looking at the screen.
And suddenly, after his hand, with a pleasant stroking movement,
walked, first along her knee, then along her thigh, touched her panties
and with warm fingers began to stroke her pussy.
Olya has calmed down. Her body tensed a little, her eyes were wide open
and all her thoughts disappeared somewhere.
After a couple of seconds, Olya came to her senses. She closed her legs a little, trying
to close herself, but he gently held her left leg with his hand and whispered in her ear
told her - 'relax, everything is fine'.
He continued to stroke her pussy through panties. He stroked her labia,
her slit, and massaged her clitoris with light pressure.
Then he stroked her thighs again and after that he put his right hand
Ole into her panties.
This time Olya, already greedily, looked at his hands. There was a complete
pun in her thoughts. She thought only about the movement of his hands and seemed to observe
her sensations.
A portrait of Pushkin was shown on the TV screen, and Olya’s crack was getting
wet.
He massaged her pussy so gently that her legs seemed to spread apart of their own accord.
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Olya sat on his lap. Her legs were spread at the edges of his legs.
They watched a documentary about Pushkin.
Whether it was the story about Pushkin, or the warmth of Olenov’s body, which awakened
vulgar thoughts in him, but he no longer watched the film, but thought only about her body.
He began stroking her legs and arms. He felt that she was pleased.
She looked into his eyes and smiled. After which she continued watching the movie.
Olya was wearing a knee-length dress and he moved it slightly, exposing her legs even more.
He began to gently stroke her thighs. He felt that Olya’s breathing had changed.
Her inhalations and exhalations became a little faster. She was almost lying on his chest,
and he quietly asked in her ear, 'Do you like the movie?'.
She looked into his eyes again, smiled furtively and answered - 'yes'
He moved her dress even higher, so that her white [url=viewtopic.php?t=1859]panties[/url] were already visible.
Og stroked her thighs with his fingertips and casually touched her panties.
Olya pretended to be watching a movie, but all her thoughts were only about his hands
and touches. They were pleasant, gentle and full of affection.
Olya was almost forcing herself to look at the TV screen.
She wanted to watch his hands, but something forced her to continue
looking at the screen.
And suddenly, after his hand, with a pleasant stroking movement,
walked, first along her knee, then along her thigh, touched her panties
and with warm fingers began to stroke her pussy.
Olya has calmed down. Her body tensed a little, her eyes were wide open
and all her thoughts disappeared somewhere.
After a couple of seconds, Olya came to her senses. She closed her legs a little, trying
to close herself, but he gently held her left leg with his hand and whispered in her ear
told her - 'relax, everything is fine'.
He continued to stroke her pussy through panties. He stroked her labia,
her slit, and massaged her clitoris with light pressure.
Then he stroked her thighs again and after that he put his right hand
Ole into her panties.
This time Olya, already greedily, looked at his hands. There was a complete
pun in her thoughts. She thought only about the movement of his hands and seemed to observe
her sensations.
A portrait of Pushkin was shown on the TV screen, and Olya’s crack was getting
wet.
He massaged her pussy so gently that her legs seemed to spread apart of their own accord.
