With my husband, we lived five years, as they say, in perfect harmony. Maybe it would have continued, but everything changed the case. They gave me a ticket to a sanatorium, where my husband’s colleague turned out to be. For two weeks he stuck to me, but I successfully dismissed him. Almost before we left, Vitya, that was his name, came into my room with a bottle of red wine. What about leaving? I agreed, then I almost did not remember anything. I don’t know what he put in there, but I woke up in the morning. My ass hurt badly, the clothes on me were only tights cropped at the crotch. He smelled of urine and sperm, my mouth felt their taste even better.

Having quickly washed my face and put myself in order, I rushed to him, but it turned out that he had gone home early in the morning. I decided not to spread about it. A month has passed. I laid out the linen in the closet, as my husband burst into the room. Oh you bitch! Whore! Proshmandovka! I was dumbfounded, and he grabbed me down on the bed. So you like when you fuck in the ass? Wait a minute! My husband pulled off my skirt, pulled the pantyhose, and turned me over on my stomach. Lie still! He shouted at me when I tried to free myself. Pulling off his pants with his underpants, he raised my ass and roughly entered it into a member who was already standing with a stake, sliding the thong to the side. Several times we tried to have anal sex, at his request, but I was very hurt, and we stopped. Wild pain pierced me, I screamed, but my husband continued to persevere with her. With his right hand, he pulled off the buttons of his jacket and pulled my chest out of his bra and began to crumple and pinch it roughly. I have very sensitive breasts, and the husband, knowing this, continued to squeeze her, twisting her nipples. He continued to call me names, I even don’t know that he knows so many dirty nicknames. But gradually the pain began to move away somewhere. I did not get orgasms, and my husband sometimes even said that I was frigid. But then, with the aggregate of so many negative factors, I felt a huge wave of desire, as if some ball was starting to grow in me, flashing with all the colors of the rainbow. With my husband, we finished almost at the same time and I rolled over onto my back and moaned softly. From my priests flowed sperm dirty bedspread blanket. That's not all! Husband said ominously, and sitting on my chest ass raised to my mouth smeared with sperm and feces member. Come on bitch, lick it! Whore always do it! And as soon as I opened my mouth, to argue, how his dick found himself in it.

There was nothing to do, and I began to suck it. Strange, but the taste did not seem nasty to me, it was somehow piquant. When I licked him, he finally got off of me. Well, come on, bedding, tell me how much fun rested in the sanatorium? I told how it was and that I do not remember anything. Well, I'll remind you, bitch! The husband left the room and soon returned with a bundle of photos. On, look fucking! I threw it in my face and unexpectedly for me, spat, hitting my cheek. Taking the first photo I got, I understood why my husband treats me like this. On it, with a contented face, spattered with sperm, I lick the eggs of some guy. And he was not Vitya. In the second photo I hold two cocks in my hands, and from them urine flows on my face. After reviewing them, I was just in shock. But for some reason my stomach ached treacherously. I could not even imagine in a dream what I was doing. Well slut remembered? Not! Then you will remember, until I try everything that is here, maybe even something and supplement. I must say that I was pretty dependent on him, he practically supported my family. Providing them with expensive medications. Realizing that there is no way out, I shook my head doomed. Coming up to me and taking a member in his hand, my husband began to drive them in my lips. This is now one of your houses! He addressed him as a separate being. Well! I opened my mouth and he put his dick in there. Here we are in the house! Go make me some coffee! So go! Interrupted my attempt to put a bra on the right breast.And standing in the kitchen in torn pantyhose and sweater, with the right breast out of her bra, I find myself thinking that I like this husband much more!

And why not, I thought about the photos. A hand spontaneously touched the crotch, stroking my little knob. Perhaps I myself want to embody it! But with a normal head. If the husband wants to make me a whore, he will get it! I masturbated, holding the Turk with one hand on the stove. Well fuck! You give! My husband came into the kitchen, seeing what I was doing. Damn! Damn! Damn! rushed into my head, and the body shuddered a second orgasm for the day and all his past life.

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