and his lips are right next to his ear.

- Let the neck be open.

He removed the tape and went back to his back.

- And the back, how deep down we go? - asked the tailor.

- Low cut.

He ran his finger to the waist of the skirt.

- Up to here?

“Probably yes,” Alena breathed rapidly. She felt like

a small drop of her juice went down her leg.

Gene again stood in front of Alena, almost closely, put his hands on her

flat stomach and led up to the breasts, stopping under them as if clasping them with their thumb and forefinger.

“Is everything very fitting here?”

- Yes. Very, - Alena has all dried up in the mouth, and the voice gave it to her

hoarse.

- And here? - The tailor boldly put his hands on her chest and squeezed a little.

“Would you like to be squeezed like this?”

Alena could not stand it and moan broke out. She closed her eyes and lowered her head.

- Or lift a little and squeeze together? - his hands showed what he meant.

- Ah! - burst out of Alena’s chest and she lifted her head, bit her lip a little. - Perhaps yes ...

- How much, so, so or so? - asked the tailor, then squeezing, then

opening her breasts, catching her nipples between her fingers.

- Mmmmmm, once again please, - Alain did not understand what she was saying.

Gene once again squeezed her breasts together, clearly abusing the situation.

- Yeah-hh, so good. - Alena squeezed out of herself.

The tailor went back behind Alena.

- How short should the dress be? - now his hands brazenly stroked her protruding ass, each time changing the length of the dress.

Alena somehow managed to specify the length of the dress.

- Are you sure? I am afraid that your buttocks will be almost open and your panties will be visible. Or you will not dress them? - Gene joked.

- No, - now Alena wanted to be a little loose in the eyes of a tailor.

- Well then, bend over, reach with your hands up to your toes and do not bend your knees. I need to see what happens if you lean. When Alena heard these words, she felt ashamed and terribly wanted to surrender. She immediately fulfilled the request of Gena, and her gorgeous hair immediately hid her face on both sides.

“I thought so, you can see everything very well here,” said the tailor, looking at her excited lips. But he never touched them.

“You can rise,” he said. Alena rose.

“Now go to the nightstand in front of you, stop at a meter from her and reach for her with your hands without bending your legs,” he ordered Alyona, but did not explain why. Nevertheless, Alena immediately fulfilled the requirement and tried to get up as seductively as possible. She spread her legs a little to the side, bent at the waist and with her hands and rested against the nightstand. Bending her back, she tried to push her ass as far as possible. The picture turned out exciting. A long-legged beauty in high heels, with her legs spread apart, stands with her ass sticking out and her hands on furniture.

The tailor approached Alyona, enjoying the view that opens before him. Having well waved, Gena, not strongly, but with skill, hit a palm on the exposed ass. Alena already gasped in surprise.

- Nuka, girl, spread your legs wide for me, - his voice turned into a commanding and hard one and he began to call her to you.

- Yes. Of course, - quickly, as if she was in a hurry, Alena said, and still spread her legs. Her skirt immediately rose, and her sexual lips immediately appeared before the eyes of Genes. Gene slowly pulled up her skirt, completely exposing her ass. Alena, realizing that Gena sees all her charms, was so excited that her pussy singled out another, quite substantial portion of juices. Gene began to paw and squeeze Alenina ass, legs and pussy, one hand straightening his penis in his pants. When he touched her wet lips, it seemed to her that a discharge of current was passed through her.

- Ahhh! Please ... please, ”Alena whispered.

- Please? Please what? What are you asking me for, Alena, - Gena unhurriedly untied the knot holding the upper part of her top, and she fell, revealing the perfect form of Alenina’s chest. He knew that the situation was completely under his control.

- Please enter me, take me, - Alena finally gave up. Gena slowly untied the second, lower knot of its top, and she fell to Alena's legs.

“But you're married, but it's not good to change,” said Gena, disentangling his pants.

- Well, please do not tease me like that, you see in what condition I am!

- Alena, you talk like some kind of whore, - took off Gena's underpants.

- Yes. Yes, yes, yes, I'm a whore. Fuck me like a cheap fucking! - twittered Alena.

The tailor stood behind Alena, and pressed his cock on her pussy, which immediately let him in, and his hands slid to her gorgeous breasts and clasped them.

- Mmmmmm ..., yes, fuck me with all the force, fuck me! - Alena has ceased to control what she says, surprising herself and being excited by her own words. Gene did not need to be advised how and what to do.

He worked like a jackhammer. Alyona tried to podmahivat him, but soon stopped doing it and completely gave herself to her feelings. Leaving her breasts alone, Gene grabbed her hair with one hand, and the second began to beat her on the ass. Her pussy was quite narrow and his cock was just in heaven. After some time, Gena began to drive his penis deeper, slightly reducing the frequency of his frictions. He even began to completely go out and then with great force burst into Alena, making her painfully and sweetly at the same time from such blows. She only had time to jump from one orgasm to another. And when, finally, the tailor began to finish, trying to force Alyona as deep as possible, Alyona arched her back towards her sovereign. Alain for the moment disconnected from such pressure of feelings and, unable to bear it, sank to the floor. Genin member with a sound slipped out of Alena, and Gena's legs, too, buckled, but he responded in time and kept his feet. He looked down at Alena, who was curled up at his feet, and from his penis, lubricant mixed with sperm flowed onto her.

When the member stopped dripping on Alena, Gena leaned over and, grabbing Alena by the hair, roughly lifted her onto her knees. Without objection, she submitted to the coarse will of the tailor.

“Clean it,” Gena ordered, and his dick appeared in front of Alyona’s face. With great diligence, Alena began to lick her wet cock, trying to make the most positive impression on him, and when she was tired of the tailor, he wiped his wet cock on her hair and withdrew ...

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What do you think girls? Will Alena, this respected and beautiful married woman, return? Will she still want to be a cheap, even a free whore, ready for humiliation and rude treatment for the sake of a good strong member inside her? Write to me, I am interested in your opinion.

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