Meeting with wife

 — Help! Help, for God's sake!

 — Shut up, you slut! We'll fuck you, and then we'll leave.

Hearing this, Andrei rushed to the tent without hesitation. Throwing back the flap, he quickly dealt with the guys, tossing out their limp bodies.

The girl lay before him, not even trying to cover herself. Her legs were spread, and there were purple hickeys on her beautiful, round breasts. Kneeling down, he touched her moist lips and, parting them, realized from the absence of semen that it hadn't come to rape. Apparently, he had intervened in time.

From his gentle and careful touches, the girl's thighs involuntarily trembled, and the buds of her pink nipples, hardening,

became large and prominent.

 — I see I arrived just in time.

 — Thank you. What's your name?

 — Andrei.

 — I'm Lena. Andrei, they... aroused me for so long that I... feel very bad. I didn't give in to them, but to you... I can see you like me. I... won't object..., — she said quietly.

He did too. Unfastening his trousers and reassuring himself that she had asked for it herself, he lay on Lena and sank into her vagina, which greedily closed around his member.

 — Oh, Andryusha! — she exhaled passionately. — It feels so good! Do you have time? So we don't have to rush.

 — As much as you want, Lenochka.

 — Then don't hurry. I feel very, very good right now.

That's how he met his wife.

July 27, 2003

Author's e-mail: Sеvеrin809@rаmblеr.ru