Tomorrow is the fourteenth of February and Zhenya invited me to a restaurant , because we have a day off before the final .

A trip to a restaurant on Valentine's Day with the money of his parents , in the morning , with a guy whose face you have already sat on a hundred times – what could be more boring , but everyone in Beijing lives for the Olympics and skating races were shown on the screens .

I began to watch , languidly maintaining a conversation with the guy .

The individual starts are over and the relay race has begun .

Three handsome Dutch men immediately caught my eye . Triangular torsos , red stubble , pointed cheekbones . They were talking among themselves , building tactics for the race . The pectoral muscles played .

I looked at the names and decided to find their instagrams .

Imperceptibly from Zhenya, I began to poke my finger at the phone . I never cheated on him , but more and more often recently I watched porn without him .

Hans, Christian and Erich .

Seeing in Erich's story a perfect photo with naked torsos of Christian and Hans coming out of the shower, I pressed the light . On the air, the guys rolled out on the ice disk preparing for the final , but I went into the correspondence and closed it with horror right away .

She looked at her boyfriend. He didn't notice anything . God bless.

Because in the correspondence hung a photo of a twenty-centimeter penis that I had not looked at , sent to me about a month ago in response to my photo in a bathing suit from the Dominican Republic .

I do not view all messages in direct and therefore it is stuck .

– Is everything all right , baby ?

– Yes , dear , I'm just worried before tomorrow's start , – I lied, trying to somehow disguise my quickened pulse and salivation .

After a little breath and calming down , I opened the direct and with an innocent face , as if I was looking at what my mother had sent me , I returned to the correspondence. The Dutch appliance was really great . He was sitting in an armchair with his legs spread and showing off his handsome kilogram . I stared at him , realizing that I had fired back at the photo of two of his friends . That is, as if loyally reacted to dikpik .

The excitement came in wave after wave . To my surprise, not only my pussy , but also my anus was called upon to shrink .

On the screen , the guy who sent me the dick overtook the Italians and the Germans and led the race .

To discharge, I switched to Christian and Hans instagrams . To my horror, I found the same thing in correspondence with them .

They sent me members to the same pictures from the Dominican Republic . It was obvious from the lighting that they did it from the same hotel , where they rested or were at the training camp together at that time .

Christian had a straight penis with an extremely hard erection , Hans had a plump hero with a large round and smooth head .

I watched the race where they overtook everyone, passing the baton with a push in the ass .

Zhenya turned around in his chair to also look at the guys , each frog of which was bigger than himself .

I looked at the tight suits that accentuated every chiselled muscle in their sculpted torsos . A close-up showed the buttocks drawn into the Dutch livery .

The sportsman rearranged his legs on the turn and slowly turned around with weighty prechendals to the camera .

– We once drank with Hans , – Zhenya said, waving a glass of wine towards the TV.

– This is Erich , – I corrected him and immediately shut up , not understanding how I could, firstly, recognize Erich by a member in a close-up , and secondly, be so stupid as to sleep on this guy .