Nastya was washing dishes when I went into the kitchen and sat behind her back.

- How are things at work? She asked, without turning around.

“Fine,” I got off with the phrase on duty and stared at my wife.

At 25, she managed to preserve the perception and spontaneity of a very young girl, had a figure that would delight any connoisseur of real Russian beauty, an angel character, well, at least for me. And I try not to impose my opinions on anyone.

I watched and thought how lucky I am that I live with this man, how lucky I am that at any moment I can do what the thousands of men she met on the street dream about, who greedily look at her breasts any blouse, her hips, smoothly slipping under the fabric of thin pants, how they imagine these unrealizable pictures, how they dream to cling to their nature, to this beautiful and native body.

I slowly slid off the stool, knelt, and pressed my lips to a small strip of leather between my lightly-woven skirt and my wife's knitted blouse. The tongue itself found an elastic hollow, in the place where the back smoothly bends, turning into something sweeter. My hands clasped her hips, crushing the thin fabric of the skirt. Nastya froze. With an almost elusive movement, her body swayed towards me, absorbing the sensations caused by the tip of the tongue, slowly, in a circular motion moving through the body.

It is impossible to convey in words the beauty of sensations. My hands, through the skirt, felt the smoothness of the skin and the elasticity of the buttocks, the supple fabric followed the palms, which massaged and caressed what it hid. The tongue was already moving erratically, following the impulses of the brain, blinded by the delicate smell of pure female skin. It seems she was moaning, I was hard of hearing, so was the blood rushing in my head, and another place was not empty.

Now with an unambiguous movement that leaves no doubt, my wife leaned on the edge of the table, leaning slightly, spreading her legs a little wider and sticking out her ass to my very face distinctly and invitingly purred.

My hands were already under the skirt. They slowly climbed up, opening their legs to their entire length, opening their bare buttocks and an inviting cut between them. Today, my wife wore a thong. I was always excited by the combination of my wife’s strong wide hips and a thin strip of fabric that emphasized Nastya’s beautiful femininity. The scarlet thread was lost in the dark crevice between the hemispheres, and it seemed to me the most wonderful sight in the world. The skirt was already more like a belt, twisted around the waist and my lips slowly, as if continuing to move along the hollow, began to slide down. Nasty's intermittent breathing was for me music, in time with which I danced with her skin. My tongue strained, strong blows ramming tender flesh, then gently slid and licked, I wanted to lick it all, from head to toe, and all this passion took over her butt. My palms squeezed the hips from the sides, while the thumbs supported two stripes under the buttocks, easily massaged them, steadily moving closer. Kisses, gently touching the skin, easily moved in roundings, tending to the legs, and the next moment I was sucking in her flesh. It seemed to me that the whole half at that moment could fit in my mouth. I was ready to tear my teeth, biting off huge pieces and this thirst for violence in combination with great tenderness circled me, I no longer felt the floor under my knees, I did not notice the surrounding. In one of the moments, I felt that the stiffened member, who had long since escaped from the panties, pressed against her bare leg, and I, like a dog, began to rub against her, wanting to pour out, not knowing where I was and what I was doing.My immense excitement passed on to her, I licked the small transparent droplets appearing on my wife's skin, saw the buttocks swaying in time with the invisible contractions of the vagina. I did not get even before her pussy, and she had already finished and wanted to continue this endless orgasm.

Finally, my tongue seemed to have failed. Still, he had just danced on his back and now, with swift movements, glides along the cleft of the female priests, trying to hide, to find his place there. The moment of flight and it rests on the elastic ring of the anus, no, it does not abut - it falls into it, in such an excited state my wife's lubricant also affects this area: she screams! Instinctively trying to move away: no, I’m not going to let you, fingers are convulsively compressed on the thighs, there will probably be bruises: nonsense, pulling up the sweet cup to the lips. The tongue, such a feeling - is lengthening, pushing inwards, with the nose, expanding for myself the scope for action. She is impaled on my tongue and convulsively wriggles on it, her legs are weakened, I hold, I don’t let her fall, and I frantically lick, penetrate, fuck her tongue in the ass! She is swinging from my pushes, trying to press her hand to her pubis, I hit her on the arm - not the time! Early! And only a quiet moan, whose greedy rumbling (really mine?), Sucking and licking sounds accompany this action.

Darling! How small my tongue is, how short, how much I want to penetrate you all, to master you without a trace!

My hands are already stroking the most tender place, the inner surface of the thighs, such skin, so tender, palms spreading plump lips and thumbs joined together fall into a moist, hot cave, feeling her spasms, feeling her juice, feeling the soft and tender inside of the vagina. Something in the way? No ... does not interfere, enhances the pleasure, along with the fingers fell inside the thread of underwear, pulling out the tongue, now plump, like a dark little ring turned inside out, the priests are massaged by the wife's panties, stretched to the limit, fingers go inside, the strip is fidgeting back and forth. Nastya is screaming! Of course, because the front of the massage surface goes right on the clitoris. My wife is not a sissy, sometimes I bite her clitoris, sometimes I massage hard — not to say — brutally, but now a thin fabric stretches across its delicate surface, the strip narrows, the wet panties do not stand up and the striped turns into a thread, this thread and crawls on the clitoris of his wife. I spread my palms. Now the thumbs are inside, and the palm of one hand rests on the pubis, while the other turns around and presses against the sweetest ass in the world. With one index finger, I feel the bump of my clitoris, it has already risen like a small sail, and it seems that it is rubbing against the panties itself. The other finger easily enters the hole just licked out, bends slightly forefinger and big, they rub against each other, Nastya doesn’t moan anymore, she puts her head on her hands and tries not to shout in her throat.

Several times I produce frictions with both fingers, at the same time pushing them deeper into my wife, and then abruptly pull my hands away, turn away and look.

She is beautiful, slender, dense legs converge at the top, a strip of panties is visible on the thighs, everything else is hidden between the legs, and the rope goes into the depths. I know that if I unfold it now, I will see a pubic cord, smoothly lost in plump lips. Nastya is still leaning over, pulling her ass in my direction. I can clearly see the vaginal lips, a cozy pad between the legs, they hug a string of thongs and slightly bulge, opening out to me.

When I licked slightly between these lips Nastya screamed. Her body reared in a strong orgasm, the juice splashed on my tongue and even on the eyelashes I felt warm droplets. Knowing my wife, I can assume that she still has enough strength. Her multi-orgness always turns me on and I won't stop until she asks for mercy.I continue to lick the cherished sponges, the tongue slides with the tip of the rough surface of the panties, and its sides gently touch both spouses of the wife.

It's time, panties bother me. But I’ll take them off in a special way: I put my fingers into my wife’s vagina, take a deeper grip, and begin to pull down, by the time the panty drops onto the floor with a wet, shapeless lump, the delicate skin of Nastya’s hips drains ... .