to her, he began fumbling with two hands on her bottom.

Having nodded, he showed by gestures that he wanted my wife to suck him. Irina flushed, Salim added a couple of phrases in English, and she had no choice but to lean in to take the teen's cock in her mouth. Salim was immediately attached to her protruding bare ass. Ira turned his head to say something to him, but Salim just smiled, continuing to knead her rolls and pulling down her melting. Taking a condom from the toilet machine, he entered it.

Uncle and nephew from both sides began to fuck my inclined wife. From jerks Irina's boobs were dangling back and forth, Ahmet caught them in his hands and punctuated with pleasure. Having fucked for some time in this way, my uncle and nephew changed their places. Because of his short stature, Ahmet could not get comfortable behind Irina, so my wife had to get on all fours. So they finished, Ahmet from behind, Salim in the mouth of Irina.

After removing the condoms from the men, they handed them over to Irina - a gift - I disassembled the words of Salim. Irina disdainfully threw the contenders in the nearest toilet. Uncle and nephew pulled swimming trunks and went to the exit. I went back to the lounge chairs. I saw how Salim waited until Irina came out of the closet, then took off the plate and rolled the cart aside. Without looking at them, Irina headed back to the pool.

At dinner, Irina decided to order wines, which we usually did only in the evening. I did not refuse. Listen - she began - when we were already persuaded by the glass - let's go we have a hookah in the evening, she suggested. Come on - I answered lazily. I was advised here by one place - my wife immediately continued. Well, let's go there - I already knew who I could meet there so I did not fix my wife with obstacles.

In the evening after dinner, we went to the city. Here it seems - the wife said, stopping in front of a signboard. Ahmet, who jumped on the threshold, only confirmed her guess.

There were not very many visitors, the whole room was divided by screens, we were brought a hookah, I tried a couple of times for the view, refused to continue, and my wife was smoking. When she went to the toilet, Salim came in, he changed something in the hookah and under-winked away. My wife came back, stretched again to the hookah, lifting it up a little, blissfully leaning back on the pillows.

Salim glanced in - he quickly spoke to Irina. I’ll go out for a couple of minutes - the wife said blushing - a new hookah is being shown there, but you are still not interested - she finished. Yeah, go - I answered - I'll sit here. Irina rose, shook her, Salim grabbed her by the elbow, turning around, he turned to me and winked conspiratorially, pointing to the hookah. Obviously, they mixed up another grass dope. I cautiously followed them.

Salim led my wife through the hall, lightly holding her ass. She did not react to this. They passed behind the curtains, I followed a narrow corridor to some economic premises. Then Ahmet intercepted me and led me into a small room. He jabbed his finger at the wall.

Going up to the wall, I saw a window behind a screen and pushing the fabric back, I saw a room that was rather spacious. There was a hookah in the center, pillows were scattered around. There was no one in the room, but Salim and Irina entered the room, followed by Ahmet.

Salim offered Ira a hookah. While she was dragging on, Ahmet already pawed her. Having received the next dose of intoxicating potion, Irina cheered up and climbed herself to kiss Ahmet.

Soon absolutely naked Ira already passionately sucked the boy, and then no less passionately and naturally rode him astride.

After sex, Ahmet extended a hookah mouthpiece to Ira. She was refused, but he insisted on them and she agreed. Salim entered, and brought some gizmos. It turned out to be a belly dance costume, though not quite traditional.

When, at the request of the Turks, Irina dressed him, she looked like this: a translucent veil fastened on the ears covered her face, an absolutely transparent blue silk hung on her shoulders, which barely covered her wife's bosom to the end, but didn’t hide at all, then a belt of shiny coins such the same bracelets on the hands and feet. From the belt hung narrow patches of the same transparent silk, forming a little skirt, barely covering the butt.

It was in this form that my spouse stood when people began to enter the room. These were Turkish men of the most diverse ages, although probably no one was over fifty and under ten. A total of fifteen people gathered. They sit down imposingly on pillows and frankly stared at Irina. Salim went to the center, spoke something in Turkish, forced Irina to take another dose of hookah and turned on the music.

In principle, my wife did not know how to dance, belly dancing was all the more important, and since she had nowhere to go, and the potion had a little dull modesty and lifted internal restrictions, the dance was more like shaking your boobs and turning your ass. True, the audience was satisfied, including myself, who filmed it all on a camera in video mode.

When the music ended, tired Irina fell on the pillows. But the audience did not disperse. Irina looked blankly at Salim. He apparently explained to her that her performance was pleasant and the audience was still waiting for the dance, because, on the one hand, Irina smiled contentedly, but then began reluctantly to rise to her feet.

The eastern melody sounded again, Irina moving from one viewer to another was making her simple pa. Leaning toward someone so that her Sisi hung down, she thereby demonstrated her bare ass sitting on the opposite side. Men did not hesitate to stroke the shaking bulges of my wife, grabbing her by the naked boobs, or lightly slapping her on the spinning ass.

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