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My birthday was nearing, and I was looking forward to it with great impatience, because I knew that my beloved Larisa was preparing a surprise for me. With fantasy, as well as with a physique, she had everything in perfect order, so even years of living together did not allow our intimate relationships to come to a standstill and sink to the level of routine duty. If you are reading my story from this part, I recommend reading the first two as proof :)

Approximately two weeks before the momentous event Larissa once again became guilty, and, to my joy, seriously enough. Returning home after the next shopping raid, she did not fit into the turn and thoroughly crushed the wing of the car, while she herself did not suffer at all. According to our rules, fully set forth by me in the first part, Larissa had the right to postpone the punishment for several days up to a week or suggest that I replace it with a love game with the fulfillment of any of my desires not related to whipping. Examining the damaged wing of the car, instead of estimating the cost of repairs, I considered possible options. Larisa, with all the views depicting complete submission, stood nearby.

Finally, I stood up straight to my full height and, glancing down at my beautiful wife, briefly outlined my conditions - stunning sex. After giving her half an hour to prepare, I quickly took a shower, dried myself dry and, without dressing, slipped under the blanket in the bedroom.

Waiting for something unusual always turned me on very much, and my unit quickly got up on full combat readiness and opened the blanket, but I put up with it without touching it. In order to distract himself, he took a magazine from the bedside table and went deep into his reading.

I managed to read half a page when the room started to turn off the light. But he did not go out until the end. Shrouded in a romantic twilight, I put the magazine aside and fixed my impatient gaze on the closed door, but it did not open. Meanwhile, pleasant romantic music flowed out of the two speakers suspended from the ceiling, which I myself selected for this kind of moments.

The door swung open and a slim figure of my wife appeared in the doorway. Above her outfit, she tried conscientiously: her luxurious dark brown hair lay on shoulders in a lush train, and her eyes were expertly highlighted by black fancy leather glasses and without glasses. Graceful wrists adorned two gold bracelets, presented to me by her birthday. High breasts were hidden behind a black leather bra that was unbuttoned at the back of the neck, and on the luxurious thighs thin snakes stretched symbolic strings holding a tiny piece of fabric on her Venus tubercle. In her hands she held two video cameras, which, gently shaking her hips, placed in different parts of the room, directing one to the bed, and the other to the space between the closet and the bed in the field of my sight. Then she slowly turned her back to me. Her thick hair completely hid the bra clasp on her neck and her back was completely naked. The perfectly developed muscles of her body amazed with their perfection. The mere thought of how a whip or belt would sink into this beauty threw me into a sweet shiver. But today I had the pleasure of a completely different kind.

Julio Iglesias’s sweet voice poured from the speakers, and under the sultry Spanish rhythms Larisa began to wriggle slowly, raising her hands up and swaying from side to side. Then, without the slightest effort, she bent over, doubled over and elbows touched the floor, after which, making a stand on the palms, suddenly sat down on the splits and again almost broke, almost completely stretched out with the whole body parallel to the right leg. Two video cameras flashed rhythmically with red lights, recording this beautiful sight and my reaction to it.I put a pillow under my back and made myself comfortable.

Larisa squirmed sweetly on the floor, taking the most voluptuous poses. Soon she, like a real stripper, approached me and asked me to unbutton her bra, which I gladly performed. She again drifted away and began to playfully carry them over the most sensitive points of her body, shuddering with genuine pleasure, and then threw it to me. Soon I had to help her again, this time with panties. It was a pleasure to take them off - I felt the bulge and elasticity of her thighs, and in order to lower them down her legs, I had to make a certain effort.

Fully exposed, with the exception of bracelets and glasses, Larisa slowly walked around the room, jumped on a horizontal bar fitted in a small arch and began to slowly pull up on it. Again, I involuntarily admired the play of her muscles under the tender skin. This time they acted synchronously, clearly emerging at the moment of pulling up and almost disappearing without a trace after lowering. Under my skillful leadership, bodybuilding classes were not in vain - Larisa pulled herself up thirty times and could easily have done as much again if she hadn’t waited for more important things.

She adjusted the second camera so that she also filmed what was happening on the bed, slowly approached me and slowly pulled the blanket down. I involuntarily groaned when a soft cloth crept over my over-excited head. Dropping him to the floor, she crouched beside my thighs, leaned toward them and slowly and sweetly kissed them, not approaching my giant, but not moving too far from him. Then, slightly touching his elastic chest, she bent over her smoothly shaved pubis and kissed her on the stomach. To better perceive her kisses, I closed my eyes. Now her lips explored my nipples, then gently-gently kissing their very tips, then perceptibly grabbing and sucking them.

The kisses moved lower and were replaced by the soft touch of her long nimble fingers on the scrotum. I groaned at the excitement that overwhelmed me. Fire circles were floating before my eyes. Feeling her light warm breath on the swollen head member, I involuntarily arched arc. But that was only the beginning.

Curling up at my feet and putting one foot on top of them, Larisa slowly led her soft, warm tongue over my fully opened head of the penis, trying to capture as much of the area as possible. At the same time, both of her pens lay on my powerful trunk and began to gently squeeze it, massaging and stroking closer to the top. Given to the power of this triple weasel, I squirmed sweetly in front of the lenses of the video cameras.

Soon the caress changed. Larisa pulled my cock deep into her charming mouth, where her tongue and lips took over, and both her hands smoothly crawled up the belly and even higher to her chest, gently caressing the skin with the fingertips and lightly scratching her long nails. I put my hands on top of her and showed her the right rhythm, which she immediately caught.

Larisa pulled my cock deep into her throat with strong sweeping movements. From time to time she took it out and quickly ran a wet tongue over my swollen head, and then again with force entered back. I literally gasped under her caresses, but I was sure that she would not let me end. So it happened: every time she managed to release my penis from her mouth, leaving me literally on the verge of an orgasm.

Finally, she stretched out pretty and, for the last time, smacked me relishly in a reddened head. Taking her by the shoulders, I forced her to lie down on her stomach and hang from above. Larissa did not particularly like this position, but today I dictated the conditions and she was obliged to obey any of my will. Therefore, she stretched a pillow under her luxurious breasts and closed her eyes. I covered her neck, back, buttocks with kisses, got to my slender thighs and paid close attention to the two holes between them. I must say that lately Larisa and I have begun to practice anal sex more often than usual.He didn’t give her any great inconvenience anymore, besides, my wife, who always grasped everything on the fly, perfectly mastered the “internal massage” technique, and it was a real pleasure to visit her warm bowels.

Here and now, ...