When was it the first time? Oh yes! My wife and I rested in the Caucasus. Clean air, wine, kebabs, toasts, charming sweet-talking, baleen horsemen. Two somehow sat down at our table ... toasts, brandy, compliments to my wife, wishes of happiness to both of us ...

And in the evening they burst into our room - burnt with wine, with wild eyes - those and not those - as if they did not smile charmingly an hour ago, escorting us to the room. One put a gun to my head, the other immediately rushed at Natasha.

He fell on her and, crucified on the bed, lifted the dress with one hand. Her lace panties were white in the dark. Immediately, the usual movement, he lowered his pants. A powerful member of the Caucasian, like a rubber club buried in the body of a woman. Not to say that my wife did not resist. She tried to escape, but it was as useless as resisting a mountain avalanche. The laced matter cracked, bursting, the Highlander's butt jerked sharply and my wife went limp. It happened. His dick was inside. I saw only the external manifestations, saw his hairy ass twitching and heard hoarse breathing, but I knew, imagined what was happening inside, there, in a wet, elastic flesh. He burst in there like a beast, penetrated all the way to the uterus, and with furious constancy knocked on her like a drunken, belated guest. Look, the second one told me, poking his pistol into the temple. I watched. I saw how the rapist, crushing my wife under me and kissing passionately, slobbering her lips, enjoyed it. His hairy ass jerked with incredible speed. Natasha was moaning in pain, as he strained, sharply moving his backwards penetrating into the very depths.

But here he, having raised her legs for a moment, stopped, and then with a guttural cry began to lower. It seemed to never end. He shouted and fought in ecstasy for at least five minutes. The second quickly took his place. I managed to notice the stuck hair on my poor wife's pubic wet when the rapist took out his wet gun. I was amazed at its long. The second acted even tougher. He drove a member so that the woman screamed. And the first, holding a gun at my temple, suddenly grabbed me by the groin. And suddenly began to gently massage the penis and the testicles.

I watched how my wife was raped, how her bearded slobbering kinky face kissed roughly, how, without ceasing for a minute, the hairy backside danced between her legs - and it was painful and pleasant to me. Yes, damn it, nice! This reptile knew his stuff. I already stood, and his hand skillfully continued to masturbate me. Natasha was moaning. Of course it hurts her. It probably hurt ... But suddenly, in her groan, there were other notes familiar to me. It was now not only pain. Oh my God! Why, she cums! She will now experience an orgasm! With this animal! If earlier I felt only humiliation and perversely-sweet pain for my wife, then now wild jealousy has been added to these feelings. She cums under him! Under this beast with a big cudgel. Under this hairy dog, which alone can hollow into the uterus. He is a rude animal! Affectionate tenderness is not available to him, or, damn it, tender caress, which I sometimes (once a week) gave to my dearest wife. Did she forget that she was being brutally raped ?! What is she raped in front of her husband?

Dumbfounded, I watched her legs stretch out and tense, how hard she breathed, how she huddled in an orgasm, screaming, curled up under this nasty hairy Caucasians. And he was gouging and gouging, not ceasing still very long after she, with the last quiet moan, relaxed. Natalya lay exhausted when he finally pulled out a wet cock and slowly stood up. Together they pushed me toward her. Falling, I managed to see her all. Exhausted, with bare breasts, bitten by his lips and tear-stained eyes, in a torn dress, with torn white panties. Her eyes were closed, her legs spread, pubis and lower - everything was wet, there was a big sticky spot on the sheet. They threw me at her.Her relaxed, inflamed, sticky and hot flesh took my small, eagerly sticking cock and I added my seed to it, experiencing remorse and painful pleasure.