Yes, I love luxury! This morning, when Pasha was leaving for work, he again reproached me for wastefulness, but I started crying and he felt sorry for me. And all because of the fact that I made a small Arabian oasis in our billiard room. I asked Vasya, my personal driver, to move all the tables into a corner in order to make more space. I bought several dozens of large palm trees in tubs through one company, an artificial fountain to which more than two hundred bottles of French champagne went (I really wanted to beat champagne out of it, and not just plain water), and there also small things, all sorts of Persian carpets , real white sand from the desert, Bedouin tent, a live camel ...

It seems to me that it was the camel that drove Pasha out of himself. If he stood quietly near the tent, while I danced in front of Pasha in semi-transparent bloomers with gold embroidery, in a blue, oriental pattern decorated vest of thick felt without buttons, under which my full white breasts swayed seductively, and they were knocked by a monista, bought me back in September, when Pasha and I were in Paris ... Oh, I was distracted again.

So, if the camel had not spat in Pasha, then maybe he would not have spoken to me this morning. Just Pasha is such a person, you know, he is one of the chief commanders in the government of the country, he cannot so easily demolish when camels spit there in his face.

Well, I, of course, began to console him immediately, and the camel was gradually taken away by his bodyguards. True, Pasha was boiling for a long time and pouted on me almost all the time while I was wiping his face with a silk scarf, and had already left in a tent on the carpets, where I gave him a massage with aromatic oils. Pasha, though older than me, is thirty years old, but the man is prominent, fit, athletic.

Therefore, when I gave him a good massage on his back, he turned his face upward, and I saw that his penis was already half standing. Then I began to massage his chest, slowly going down to the stomach, until I saw that he was very excited, and then I took his dick in his mouth.

Well, he immediately began to sniff loudly, like a marathon runner at the finish, as it always happens with him, but I squeezed my fingers tightly around his penis and he calmed down a bit. I know how to deeply swallow a member, so that my lips reach right up to his heavy, hairy testicles. Pasha generally loves to repeat that I am very capable in sex.

When we met him in Malta last year, where he beat me off Georges, on the very first evening I sat down with anus on his unspainted vaseline cock (although I wet him well with my saliva while sucking him) that I took it so easily inside. After all, his dick is very long and thick.

Honestly, I have been having anal sex for three years, that is, since I was sixteen. So for me there is no problem with this, and I even like to feel stretched to the utmost, filled with male flesh in the anus.

Well, in general, I swallowed his dick enough, and when I saw that he was almost ending, I just turned my back on him and assumed the “a levrette” pose, as my former friend Georges used to say, that is to say doggy. No, he is certainly not French, just worked for a long time in France. But it was he who taught me to speak a little French. Again distracted ...

Okay. So, Pasha drags me off transparent trousers, pushes my plump back buns apart and starts drilling with my tongue my closed and tight (so far) burrow. And I always lose my head when a man so skillfully licks my sphincter. I even lose control of this muscle, and he begins to walk himself back and forth. It will bulge out like a curious eye, it will go completely inward, and at the same time Pashin will pinch his tongue. But Pasha is only pleased when my anus reacts so excessively.

Then it occurred to me to call Pasha Pasha. That is, I, right, almost rolled with laughter.I am standing on my knees in a Bedouin tent in the center of a fertile oasis, with my head on the ground, as if I pray to Allah, and who is licking me from behind? Similarly, Pasha! Whose name is Pasha!

I really liked this joke of mine, I, right, began to laugh, as if I had lost my mind. Violence calmed down.

Well, Pasha, meanwhile, with a serious face, began to lubricate my little ring with vaseline. It is easier for him to get inside right away, he doesn’t like to pull with this business.

I felt like he put a member to my anus, immediately expanded the entrance, relaxed muscles, and pressed my ass back. His cock immediately slipped inside.

- Yyy ... At first it feels like a thick, thick log enters me. But then I get used to it and start balding!

Pasha firmly held me by the hips with both hands, his fat cock went along the entire length of my anus.

And Pasha loves when I turn my head and look him straight in the eyes while he works in my ass.

I’ve been two weeks since I became a hot brunette, although my eyes are still bright blue. “Gzhel doll!”, Says Pasha about my blue eyes.

And I looked him straight in the eyes with my wide blue eyes. He was so excited by my gaze! I already felt that his penis was even thicker, even longer in my narrow anal passage.

To add to the thrill of sensation, I begin to gently squeeze his penis when he pulls him back, and completely relax his muscles when he pushes him forward. From this, my ass begins to grumble so indecently, well, as if I fart every time he pushes his hard penis into me.

From these sounds, Pasha completely loses his head. He fucks me even harder, obscene sounds get even stronger, and here:

- Aaaa! - he finished, barely having time to pull out a member, right on my extended anus. He loves to see his white sperm on my pink anal daisy, he always asks me to widen my buttocks with my hands so that I can see better how my excited anus cuts under the sticky, thick sperm.

I ran my fingers through my sphincter flooded with thick seed, picked up as much sperm as possible, and brought it to my mouth. I love to feast on men's juices, their inexpressible sweetness and heady aroma drive me crazy!

Pasha smiled smugly, looking at me as I scoop out his sperm from my anal passage and as I greedily lick it off my fingers.

Then he fell asleep right on the carpets, and I had to bring a blanket and a pillow from the bedroom, because when he falls asleep, he will not be woken up by anything.

Well, in the morning, when he woke up, he saw a tent, palm trees, and carpets, and although the camel was no longer there, for some reason he remembered exactly what he spat at, and how I gave him Arabic love, it seemed forgot And threw me a reprimand!