I rested once in the winter in a holiday home. We lived in a block consisting of two rooms - I was with a friend in one room, and in the next room - a husband and wife of about fifty and forty-five, respectively. Sometimes we invited each other for tea in the evening, in short - we talked in numbers as it were.

After a week of rest, my buddy drove Moscow’s institute tails. I am left alone. Space ... in the evening, as usual to me in the girls' room a flock of flocks crammed - listen to the guitar. Neighbor lady also came. It turned out that her husband urgently needed to return to the city and would only be there in three days, so she had nothing to bother her leisure time with.

In short, by 12 o'clock I announced the end of the concert, I drove everyone out of the room, I stayed with my girlfriend. We arranged a night of stormy sex. I, in a fit of passion, somehow completely forgot that I actually have a neighbor. So we didn’t let her sleep all night with moans, cries and creaks.

In the morning that began in my lunch area, I crawled out of bed and came across my neighbor in the corridor. Then an insight came down to me on the fact that the night was not only fun with us. I made a face in the sense that I was uncomfortable somehow. But then my neighbor with a smile says to me: “Yes, great, you have fun!” And winks again. I didn’t bother my head with stupid thoughts and ate for lunch.

Towards evening, around six o'clock, I sit in the room, I don’t touch anyone, learn a new song, a neighbor comes to me. She stood at the door and listened to my musical Exercises. I told her: "Yes, you sit down, Katerina Sanna, do not hesitate." She told me, sitting down on the bed: “You can just call me Katya”.

Then I noticed that she drank pretty well. On his feet, of course, still holds, but the tongue is already woven. I started to talk to one another with her for the life, but here she let us complain that she and her husband have no bed life. She is not so old yet, and he doesn’t touch her in bed with his finger, it’s good if she kisses before going to bed once a week, and she’s still very much in love! I let her convince that everything is not so bad that you can hold an explanatory conversation with your husband, you see, it will be corrected. And in general it is strange that such a beautiful woman (that was it: my neighbor was terrible to call it quite difficult - a pretty face, a natural blonde with extremely appetizing forms, sweetie simply) suffers from lack of male attention.

It turned out that she was sitting at home, did not see the light of white, did not communicate with outsiders with men, two children around her neck, and even her husband was jealous. After that, I hung around my neck and let's cry.

He consoled her as best he could, spoke something, kissed her tears, until, purely by chance, he reached her lips. In this kiss, she put herself all. I literally sank in the wet velvet touches of her plump lips. Then she threw back her head, putting her neck for my kisses. She completely lost the sense of time and reality. For her, there was only my hot breath and lips on her neck, shoulders ... chest. Then only the nipples in my mouth began to exist for her.

At this time, I slowly stroked her legs, also slowly spontaneously moving apart. Continuing to caress her tongue, sucking and licking her nipples, I gently laid her on the bed and lay down next to her. Her whole body trembled, she quietly moaned. She went crazy at the same time of shame and desire.

Stroking the velvet skin of the inner surface of her thighs, I slowly approached the panties. Finding that they were completely wet, I put my hand between her legs. She inhaled sharply, squeezed her legs, muttering "no, no, no, no," but then she relaxed with the same tremor, allowing me to continue to caress her.

Her panties were even wetter than on top of them. They beat a real spring. I pushed the middle and fingerless fingers into her vagina, and started massaging the clitoris with a large one.After a minute, her moans merged into one long, almost continuous loud moan. She pressed my hand to her vagina. I took my fingers out of her hole and gave all my attention to the clitoris. She stiffened. Her body arched. She screamed.

“I want you!” I said flatly. She did not object, with a dumbfounded look, watching me undress. And only when my member, ready to explode with excitement, prepared to pierce her body, she responded with a quiet thin one: “Don't ...”. It was naturally too late. I could not stop myself even if I really wanted to (which is unlikely).

In front of me lay a beautiful woman. Her hard naked breasts stuck up her big hard nipples, and her swollen lips of her agitated cunt, surrounded by light soft hair, attracted my penis better than any magnet. With all the desire it was impossible to say that this woman is more than two times older than me and, by and large, I am fit for my mother.

I entered it. And again everything in the world disappeared for her, except for the sensation of me in her. She was no longer interested in what poses I make her take. She was equally ready to finish standing on all fours or putting my feet on my shoulders, sitting on me or lying under me. She was ready to do anything, coming off for many years of abstinence. And she finished. Finished, finished and finished. The first time I then saw what a multiple orgasm is. She fought in constant ecstasy.

I liked it! It turned out that this humble, well-bred Madame perfectly acts with her mouth, sucking my sperm up to the drop, masterly knows how to ride from above and adores light violence: she finished especially vigorously when I took her from behind, lying on her stomach and squeezing her breasts strongly, squeezing and twisted nipples. I called her my little slutty slut with a big wet lustful cunt, and she answered me only with loud moans.

How I liked her body: beautiful soft breasts, topped with large hard nipples, long legs, luxurious wide full hips of the mother of the family, delicious round ass, curly blonde hair between the legs and wet lips hidden under them, ready to let me in whenever you want any number

I only came to my senses only at about ten o'clock in the evening, when thirsting for the now familiar guitar music knocked on the door. At that time, Ekaterina Alexandrovna, whom I hadn’t got used to calling Katya by that time, was actively licking my balls, firmly clutching my penis. It was necessary, without opening a door and without explaining the reasons to expel undesirable visitors.

The next hour and a half of no less stormy sex finally sobered up my neighbor (whom I myself, for joining oral sex, jokingly described as “nipple”). After another fabulous orgasm, she suddenly burst into tears and pressed against my shoulder. "What have I done! What a disgrace! After all, now everyone will consider me a slut! ”- I heard.

Naturally, I began to convince her otherwise. He told about her beauty, femininity and sexuality, as well as the need for its implementation outside. The fact that having sex is a great and quite natural thing is one of the components of a healthy lifestyle. And to consider a sexy woman a whore - I did not hear anything more stupid in my life! With grief in half, managed to convince her of this.

I continued my conviction with gentle caresses of her breasts, smoothly flowing into pussy licking. When she again began to moan loudly, my dick again plunged into the hot wet flesh of her vagina. How long this orgy lasted - I don't know. I woke up again in the area of ​​dinner from an extremely pleasant feeling: Ekaterina Aleksandrovna (oh yes, Katya) gently sucked my dick. Seeing that I woke up, she stopped for a second to wish me a good morning and continued her work. Soon I finished. I thought that she, probably, a whole liter of sperm from me had sucked in the last 24 hours.Although, according to her, she had a spiral, she still, at the beginning of last evening, asked me not to stop her, and as a result, all the streams of my semen got into her mouth, which she, in my opinion, did not regret.

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