First time with someone else

Once, my boyfriend and I went to our friends' dacha to relax, hang out, and have a few drinks. Our friends were a married couple of over three years, named Ira and Andrei. My boyfriend, Pasha, was always an amorous man, so to speak, never missing a skirt—he'd always stare. And he had liked Irina for a long time, so I tried to limit their meetings whenever possible. But this time, all three of them persuaded me, which is why we went. While we were driving in the car, I already started to feel that my Pasha was quite aroused, so I realized today's visit wouldn't end well.

We

arrived and the feast and fun began. As if conspiring, they started getting me drunk, constantly offering and pouring drinks. In short, how it happened, I don't even remember, but I caught myself kissing Irka. Passionately, fiercely, sinking into each other's lips, moaning softly. And our men watched us contentedly from the other sofa across the table, smirking with satisfaction. "Alright, you want a show? You'll get a show," I thought and took off Ira's tank top. I laid her on the sofa and started kissing her breasts, caressing her nipples, stroking her stomach with my hands, touching her tits. Irina relaxed more and more under my caresses, and without thinking long, I pulled off her jeans, under which there weren't even any panties. I began licking her pussy, stroking her clit with my fingers, and my girl started moaning from my caresses. Meanwhile, getting more and more aroused, I was already dreaming of a cock and wanting it to be inserted into me quickly and forcefully. I continued to enjoy Ira's body, her wet pussy, which was just dripping with sweet juices.

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