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My wife rounded her eyes and blurted out: “Sergeyyyoyoooyyyyy ... neeeeeeeaaaaaaaay ... uuuuy.” Sergey is ready to finish and was not going to stop. Grabbing his spouse by the thighs and pushing them apart, he violently began to hammer his wife's anus, loudly slapping eggs on swollen, flowing lips. The wife, realizing that he was not to be appeased (or perhaps liked), turned away, nuzzling her pillow, and whined. Sergey's dick was tightly wrapped in the anus ring, and in the nutria it was crowded and pleasant. The orgasm rolled quickly, he began to cum with her roar in her ass, pushing her over with his hands on his thighs. My wife raised her head and seemed to start again. She again raised herself on her weak legs and again began to give her ass for the meeting with Sergey's cock. She arched her ass and pulled it up higher, as for fucking a pussy, from which member Sergey became even closer.
He pressed her to the table and finished half a minute more, but he was already controlling movements, slowly lowering the accumulated sperm into the intestine. His wife lay limply, tiredly on the table. Having finished, he walked out of it, lifted it over the table and laid it on the shelf. My wife’s cheeks were burning, my eyes were closed, and my breathing was quick and sobbing. From her holes it began to run out, Sergey took a towel, put it between her legs, and lay down next to him with his hand. Wife gratefully buried his shoulder, or hiding from shame, or thanks for sex. Sergey asked: “How are you, Yule?”. She only nodded back. “Great?” He asked again. Again a nod. “Well, say: did you like it?” - she stopped sobbing, only breathing heavily in response. “Well, okay, you don't want to not answer. Well, at least you do not regret? ”He asked again. She shook back, again without saying anything. Satisfied, he covered her and himself with a sheet and lay down, closing his eyes.
They woke up by knocking the conductor on the door. It was only 40 minutes to Belgorod, and the toilet was closed in 30 minutes. The wife jumped up naked and rushed to the clothes. Grasping her covered breasts and then grabbed a towel, gushing out of it. Turning away from Sergey, she quickly dried herself, dressed, and looked out into the corridor. There was a queue in the toilet, which means there is practically no chance of getting into it. They silently sat on the shelf, the spouse did not look at Sergey. He began to praise her, and showered her with compliments. The wife gradually recovered herself, touched herself up, no longer turning away, and even began to keep the conversation going. The embarrassment somehow went away, both were dressed. Sergey agreed with my wife that he is obliged to take her to a restaurant and thank him without fail. Finding out that she doesn’t know of any restaurants, he asked me to come to the central market at 15 o'clock on Wednesday (every other day).
So without receiving a final positive response (but not being refused) they were interrupted by the arrival of Dmitry. He was shaved, looked fresh and smelled of cologne. No one met his wife at the station (such an arrangement). Sergey helped to catch a taxi to the suburbs, and they parted.
A day later, my wife still came, 20 minutes late. Sergey was already nervous. He booked a table in a small restaurant, not far from his hotel. They had a nice lunch, chatted, drank champagne. He again managed to drop the exciting drops. And even more than necessary, according to my advice. He bought a SIM card with free incoming calls, and I have an unlimited long-distance telephone number in Moscow. So I could now listen and record everything myself.
And Sergey, after the trip sent me a story. And I, listening to the recordings, compared them with the written story, and in the evenings I pounced on my wife like mad.My wife did not understand the sudden awakened agility, and I could hardly wait for the evening.
The wife refused to walk under the pretext of conspiracy; there were several of her relatives in the city. They sat a little longer, Sergei remembered the night on the train and tried to thank her again, his wife had already got a blush on her cheeks or from champagne with drops or from talking. Gathering to say goodbye, he persuaded to go to his room for a pleasant surprise. When they entered the room the wife threw up her hands: “Wow!”. On the table was a huge bouquet of wildflowers with forget-me-nots. Sergey spent half a day collecting them outside the city. She went to the bouquet and shivered, looking at the bed. On it lay Dima (companion).
"Yes, we decided to remove one room for two," explained Sergey. “Both, for a few days here, here and saved. Today he has a meeting with suppliers, a glade was covered, he was probably ruined by alcohol, ”Sergey lied. Dima lay face down wrapped to the waist in a towel. And nozzles. The air smelled of alcohol (drank for smell). Wife went to the bouquet, leaned over and began to smell it. “Well, thanks!” She said. Sergey came from behind, hugged her waist and began to kiss her neck. The wife froze and did not withdraw. He kissed her, and his hands went over his chest. Then he turned her around and saw that she had already floated from his caresses. His eyes are clouded, his cheeks are burning. He kissed her on the lips, she answered and they froze in a long kiss. Holding her close to him, Sergey began to cuddle up to her, giving free rein to his hands, touching her breasts, hips, and pussy through jeans.
Gradually, both were excited to the limit. Sergey began to act. Still kissing, he put his hand out and began to unbutton her jeans button. His wife pushed him aside: “You chgo? We are not alone! ” “Yes, he kicked, now you can't wake him up from the cannon until the morning!” Sergei lied again. The wife was in such a condition that this argument had an effect on her, and she immediately ceased resistance, allowing Sergei to pull off her clothes. At the same time they did not stop kissing. After some time, both without each other stood in front of each other and kissed passionately. One arm of Sergei wandered between the legs of my wife, the other he pressed her to him. Her breasts rubbed pleasantly against his chest. She put her ass back a little and spread her legs, so that Sergei’s hand would have a place to roam. His dick was already in her hand, she was playing with them exposing and closing the head.
At the same time a member buried her in the thigh, smearing Sergey's grease on her leg. She herself has long been flowed and burned. He pushed her to the free bed and put her back, his legs dangling to the bottom. He spread his legs and attached himself to the current crack in his mouth. Language began to lick sponges, clitoris, pushing the tongue into the inside of the hole. The spouse launched her hands to his hair and guided his movements. Sometimes lifting his head to the clitoris strongly pressed, then lowered down, forcing to handle the very hole. This lasted for several minutes already, and she was already moaning rather suddenly, when she said: "Come here ...". Sergey got on his knees, thinking that she wants to put a member in herself, and she says: "I am down ...". He lay on the bed, on his back, she attached herself with a puss over his mouth, and took his member in her hand. Serey did not count on 69, but he liked it.
He again took the lips of his wife, and she began to play his cock. Bared a head, sucked, pushed to itself in a throat, for a cheek. Sometimes she bit her head with her teeth, and quickly played on the bridle with her tongue. Moisture flowed from her pussy. He saw how she started and had no doubt about the success of the entire enterprise. The wife has already started mooing with a member in her mouth, and apparently was close to orgasm. The member in her hand went faster, she began to work more often with the tongue and no longer swallowed him, but as if she was jerking a member in her mouth helping herself with the tongue. Sergey leaned on the clitoris dirty nose in the lubricant. Suddenly, the wife straightened, sat down completely on Sergey's face and began to cum. Shouting and moaning softly, she quickly began to rub against Sergey's face with her whole pussy. No longer knowing where his language is. Her lips and clit rubbed on the nose, lips and chin.
Streams of moisture poured over Sergei's face, he could not breathe and lifted her, stopping the orgasm. “Fuuuhh” - the wife, exhaling with relief, lay on the bed. Sergey turned ... Read more →