hinting in no uncertain terms at what awaits her, I began to carefully caress my tongue and lips for the delicate skin around her anus. From time to time I tried to penetrate the language into it, then I inserted two fingers at once and tried to push them to the limit in depth. Larisa was moaning, stretching out her arms and legs. I did not hurry, preparing her back door for the coming assault. Then, deciding not to risk it, he took a softening cream from the shelf and, thickly spreading his finger, again introduced him to the utmost depth. Larisa convulsively twitched, but she was not hurt. Then I covered the head of my dick with cream and resolutely took hold of her thighs. Larissa pushed her beautiful smooth buttocks upwards even more, and I entered it all at once in my quarter meter with one quick strong movement. In response, the walls of her hospitable corridor tightly closed around my cannon. Overcoming fierce desire, I froze, and then her perfectly trained muscles entered the scene. With wavelike movements, as if living their own independent lives, they caressed my penis, running from base to tip in one subject to their rhythm.

Unable to stand, I began to move forward, and they immediately adjusted to my pace. Inside this endless corridor of pleasure it was warm and humid.

Trying to get the maximum enjoyment, I changed the rhythm all the time, moved forward, then in circular movements, went out several times and forcefully drove my quivering unit back. Larisa took her hands on both halves of her buttocks and spread them wider, giving me complete freedom of action. This act was the last straw, and I, having entered its warm depths to the maximum possible length, earned my hips with doubled strength. Larisa immediately squeezed me tightly inside me, I wrapped my arms around her strong breasts, pressed my lips into her shoulder and literally exploded from a powerful orgasm. A fascinating spectacle floated before my eyes: long white streams beat with furious force into the blackness of the tunnel that went ahead, irrigating its walls and flowing down with creepy drops.

Exhausted, I fell on Larisa with all my weight, without leaving her ass. Ahead was the second part of our fascinating performance, and my missus knew about it very well. I kissed her tangled hair, inhaling their unique aroma, and my hands slowly caressed her resilient breasts with hardened nipples.

Now it was my turn to give Larisa pleasure. Having dumped the sexual tension, I soon was not averse to repeating, but no longer in a hurry, "sensibly, with feeling, with constellation." Having forced her to stretch out to her full height on the bed, I covered her fragrant skin with gentle kisses, paying special attention to the slightly quivering nipples. Then my lips walked over a hard stomach and sank a little lower. Her small hard clit was already in a fully excited state, and when I wrapped my arms around him and tickled my tongue, Larissa arched and groaned. I continued to caress her lips and tongue, gradually increasing the pace, and her hands fell on my shoulders and began to gently massage the skin, glaring slightly at her with long claws. The groans began to drown out the music, but I was relentless, and soon Larisa reached an orgasm, leaving long red scratches on my shoulders and without even noticing it.

For some time she even disconnected. Leaving her significantly moist slit alone, I returned to her delightful breasts and gently bit her nipples. This quickly brought my faithful back to life. She became a confused whisper to thank me for the pleasure she had brought, but I closed her mouth with a passionate kiss, to which she responded no less passionately. Without interrupting the kiss, I threw her long slender legs on my shoulders and in one smooth motion entered her front door.How they waited for me there! Pleasant warmth enveloped my member again. Gently moving towards her gently contracting internal muscles, I did not forget to give tender kisses to her feet and calves, from time to time removing her legs from her shoulders. Then I came up with an original idea, which I immediately brought to life: firmly taking her ankles, I easily brought Larissa’s legs to her head. Her amazing plasticity always wildly aroused me, and at that moment I felt a huge wave originate in the bottom of my stomach.

Larisa, too, got rid of this, but due to some specificity of her position she could not take an active part in the process. However, this was not required. Felling on her with my whole body, I brought myself to repeated ecstasy with a few vigorous movements, again throwing several long streams of sperm deep into her beautiful body.

We barely slept that night. Larisa was simply insatiable and thoroughly exhausted me. I finished four more times, repeating the old record of our honeymoon, but Larissa lost the expense of her orgasms. Tired of a hot love fight, we fell asleep only in the morning on crumpled sheets, without opening our arms.

The next evening, taking a shower with Larisa, I showed her the scratches on my shoulders left by her long, delicately manicured nails. With the help of two mirrors, I determined that there are eight of them, four on each shoulder. I decided to punish Larisa in full, because the whole day they really hurt me. The form of punishment was invented by me a long time ago, and now I had a great chance to put it into practice. I did not reveal my secret to my wife. The next day, taking my car out of the garage, I told her to sit down beside her and silently took her out of town, consciously choosing not the closest path. Larisa fidgeted on the seat restlessly, glancing now and then on the road. We never carried out our cruel fun outside the house, not counting the orgies in our club, and she, quite possibly, decided that I intended to bring her into some kind of wilderness and whipped her there thoroughly. But she was wrong.

I brought her to the shore of the lake, thickly overgrown with weeping willows. Once we sunbathed here, and I remember this place. Coming out of the car, I told her to do the same. Larisa obeyed. I noticed that the uncertainty aroused her not badly, her eyes were dull and weakly rolled, and her bare arms trembled slightly.

“Cut the willow twigs,” I said, holding out my penknife. - Choose a longer and thicker.

Her eyes flashed so familiar to me with fire. Placing her hands on my shoulders, Larisa dug into my lips with such a sweet and long kiss that I felt dizzy. When the sky and the earth stopped their rotation a bit, I saw my obedient wife move away towards the nearest willow. She looked amazing in her short skirt, iridescent with gold, and a black T-shirt, leaving open part of the back, shoulders and arms. I felt my best friend share my delight.

Larisa meanwhile diligently cut willow rods. Some of them were too high, but I did not help her, and her slender figure loomed among the trees for a long time, jumping up and down with an effort to reach them. Finally she returned, carrying an armful. Her pretty face was flushed with effort and (I was sure of that) - presentiments of a rich evening. I laid out the bars brought to her on the hood of the car and carefully examined. There were about a hundred of them, and almost all of them were more than a meter long and rather thick. Nodding approvingly, I loaded them into the trunk and we drove home.

There, I told Larissa to take a hot shower in order to properly steam the skin, and then put on my smart (it’s evening) sexy underwear, take a knife and carefully clean the leaves and twigs that I selected. I had no idea how quickly they dried up, so I selected a couple of dozens of the best. Larissa settled on the couch between the two pillows and went to work. I squinted at her.Biting the lower sponge, she diligently worked like a model schoolgirl.

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