A small southern city basked in the warm sun. The sea took in her arms, the bodies of vacationers who were tired of winter.

A week passed, as the couple came to rest. A light tan already covered their young skin. Carelessness of rest and bathing, tenderness and love for each other. The night brought coolness and pleasure. Everyday. But not this night:

The day has passed, saturated as always. Beach, swimming, sports - on this day there was a whole lot. He was sitting on the balcony, relaxing in his chair, and smoking, looking at the night lights along the seashore. She stretched out on the bed and looked at him. Feeling her gaze, he turned around, tenderness lit in his eyes, and a smile appeared on her lips.

- What are you looking at me? - he asked.

- I admire my man! You are so handsome!

- Yes, stop it, a man can not be beautiful.

- Maybe you are beautiful because I love you!

- I love you too!

He looked at her with pleasure, thinking how lucky he was with his wife. Beautiful, sexy. Long hair was scattered on the pillow, eyes the color of amber, slightly plump lips. Round shoulders, elastic breasts with nipple cherries, flat stomach, convex smooth pubis, female thighs and chiseled calf, and small feet with purple lacquer on the nails. He was sitting naked, and she immediately noticed his arousal.

- Well, we have a "boy" so restless, he does not rest in any way! - she laughed.

- If you were married to such a beautiful woman, you would not have a rest either!

She got out of bed, walked over to him. His face was opposite her pubis.

- Who is beautiful - me? Yes, I'm just as scary as the night!

“You are, yes,” he smiled, “but“ she ”is just beautiful!

- Who, this one! - she spread her legs to the side, and put her hand on the pubis, - "she" can only blow sponges and salivate, - her finger slid between swollen lips and became shiny with moisture.

- Well, kiss her, since she is beautiful!

He grabbed her buttocks and pulled her to him. The tongue slid between the lips, caressing the clitoris. She shuddered and moaned. His hands stroked his buttocks, thighs. She spread her legs wide as she could, giving herself up to his tongue and hands. Sharply pushing his head off, she sank down on her shins and wrapped her lips around her cock, trying to devour herself as deeply as possible. He ran one hand into her hair, slightly pressing and releasing, caressing her chest with the other hand, enjoying her elasticity. Her lips let go of the penis, and the tongue began to caress the testicles. Language slid up the entire length, and the member again plunged into her mouth. He looked down on the waterfall of her hair, a thin waist and round buttocks. Her hand slipped between her legs and began to caress her lips. Sensing that he was about to finish, she tried to pull away, but he pressed her head down and the warm liquid shook her mouth.

- Fu, nasty! - she got up from her knees, - You're a bit bitter, less coffee and cigarettes. I went to the shower, unsatisfied. What kind of men you are egoists, all to yourself and myself, - she stopped at the door of the shower and showed him the tongue.

He blissfully reached out and went to her. She stood in the shower. Standing next to him, he washed himself and leaving her to enjoy the water, left. He lay down on the bed and closed his eyes. She loved to splash for a long time, and when she came out, he was already asleep. I tried to stir it up, but to no avail. He mumbled something, turned over on his stomach, and his breathing again became even and calm.

She went to the balcony and leaned on the railing. The air was warm and smelled by the sea. I did not want to sleep. Music came from the dance floor of the boarding house. She made a decision. Entering the room, she looked at him once more, threw a long white light sundress over herself, not even wearing her panties. Combing hair in front of a mirror. Sundress fits all her body, nipples shone through the fabric. Buttons were in front, the entire length, and she unzipped them from below, above the middle of the thighs. Twisted in front of the mirror, a drop of perfume behind the ears and on the neck.From the mere thought that she would go in this form, without panties, in a translucent sarafan, to dance, her bosom became wet and hot again. Wearing sandals on heels, quietly closing the door behind her, she began to go down the stairs. She knew that he would sleep until the morning, and she spent the whole night ahead:

As soon as the lock clicked in the door, he had, like a sound asleep, abruptly rose from the bed. Pulling on a dark T-shirt and jeans, he followed her. Through the window on the stairs, he saw her come out of the doors of the central entrance and went to the exit of the boarding house. He quickly ran down the steps, and followed her, keeping in the shade of the trees. White sundress was clearly visible. Holiday homes stretched along the sea, one by one. She passed a few pieces, and turned into the gate of one. He followed her. She went to the side of the dance floor. At each step, her sundress swung open, exposing one or the other hip. Arriving at the dance floor, she stood aside, looking at people. He stood in the thickets of bushes, a few meters from her, slightly behind. He could see everything perfectly, and his nipples, standing, toli from excitement, toli rubbed with a cloth of a sundress. And a dark hollow between the buttocks, translucent through a thin fabric.

She just danced to the music. People have fun, danced, drank beer and lemonade. Many men looked in her direction. When the slow dance began to play, one of the men standing nearby walked toward her. He was tall, dark, in light jeans and a white T-shirt, emphasizing his broad shoulders. He playfully leaned in, inviting her to dance. She nodded, and they went to the landing. One hand gripped her waist, the other, taking her hand, he pulled aside. They danced at a distance from each other, like in a classical waltz. He said something, she smiled, something answered. The dance was over, they departed together to the bench and sat down. She crossed her legs, the sundress opened, almost completely revealing her smooth hips. They continued to talk, his gaze sliding down her hips. The next slow dance they danced is no longer classical. He wrapped his arms around her waist, she wrapped her neck around him, and they danced tightly against each other. His hands slid down her back and sometimes fell on her buttocks. Her thigh was between his legs, it moved and pressed tightly against his groin. He drew her to the paradise site, where there were few people and the shadow of the trees. His lips began to kiss her ear, neck. She threw back her head and closed her eyes, giving herself up to men's lips. He ran her hand into her hair and bent his lips to hers. They began to kiss, passionately and eagerly. His hand slid down to the unbuttoned sundress and covered her pubis. She removed his hand, and pulled her along where the path between the bushes was. The watcher followed them. They walked to the farthest dark and deserted corner of the park. There was a big tree there, against which a woman leaned. The man eagerly dug into her lips, she also answered him. His hands caressed her breasts, through the fabric of the sundress, pinching nipples between fingers. They were so wild and passionate, young and insane. His hands slid down the sundress and unbuttoned the buttons to the top. Having thrown open a sundress, the man moved aside, admiring the opened show. Then he again began to kiss her face, neck, lips dropped to her breasts, tongue moved around the papillae, touching them. The lips closed on the nipple halo, the teeth bit into the nipple. The girl moaned and arched, exposing his chest. Her hands took off his shirt. He stroked her calf, hips. The hand slipped to the pubis, feeling the hot humidity. He moved down, began to kiss her hips, caressing his hands with his hand. He raised her leg and began to kiss the fingers on his foot, tore off his sandals and began to caress each finger, then licking his tongue, then clasping his lips. He returned to her bud, she spread her legs wide apart, and his tongue and lips began to drink her delicate moisture. The finger slipped inside, one, followed by the second. Ring finger, moistened with her moisture, slipped in the ass. She crouched down a bit, letting the man go to her own best.Tongue caressed the clitoris, fingers penetrated into both holes. The woman herself began to sit down on her fingers faster and faster. And here is her moan, fingers squeezed by hips and moisture that irrigated his hand. She squatted down, he stood up. The opened large sponges were visible, and between them, like small petals, everything glistened with a large amount of moisture.

The man was also very excited, his jeans seemed to burst from tense flesh. The girl began to stroke his cock through jeans, squeezing and unclenching his hand. On her cheeks was a blush, lips, swollen from a kiss, in the eyes of passionate shine. She began to kiss and bite his flesh through the fabric. Having tortured him, she unbuttoned the button and the zipper, and the member literally escaped from captivity. The man, even without letting her look at him, clasped her head and plunged his cock into her mouth. He entered the full length and back. Forward-backward, forward-backward. Then he yanked her to her feet, turned her around and leaned forward. Her hands rested on a tree, he went back into her womb. Fast, deep, strong shocks. She with one hand continued to rest against a tree, the second caressed herself, penetrating with her finger, along with his member into her flower. Several times the pleasure overwhelmed her, while the man took out his penis and began to cum on her round buttocks.

When they calmed down, she sat on her knees beside a tree, leaning on her shoulder. The man was sitting nearby, saying something, stroking her hair. She, escaping from nirvana, asked him to leave and said that she would come again. He got up, got dressed, and, kissing her hair, left. She remained seated, broken by love.

The watcher went out and went to her. Seeing her husband, she smiled. He came up, took off his clothes, knelt in front of her, began to kiss her face, inhale the smell of her hair, smelling like someone else's cologne. The hand fell on the pubis, fingers slipped on wet lips. There was so much moisture that it flowed down between the hemispheres of the ass. He laid it on its side, lay back. Her buttocks were wet, her holes were both wet and slippery. She lifted one leg and rested against a tree. He began to drive a head on her lips and ass. Then he put a member to the ass and slowly entered into it. From a lot of moisture, he entered easily and painlessly. He became faster and faster to move inside her, caressing her lips with his hand, penetrating deep into his fingers, feeling through the partition as his cock moves. The movements were short, the excitement of this evening was too great. At the last moment, he pulled out a member and put it to the clitoris. Hot strong jets hit, making her moan. She stiffened, trembling passed through her body, and she went limp, leaning her back to his chest. He buried his hair, and they lay there for a few minutes, enjoying the closeness.

- I'm a bad girl, yes, darling? She asked quietly.

- No, you are the best! - he answered.

- I did everything right, as you wanted, and we dreamed?

- Yes, thank you, darling!

- And thank you! I love you!