sitting on the soft pillow of her priests. Elena Nikolaevna moaned softly under my hands, occasionally publishing “Oh” or “Ah.” I, as if by chance, unbuttoned her bra, and the straps fell down, no longer blocking her wonderful back. Elena Nikolaevna, it seems, did not even notice. She continued to gasp and groan. It was time to make the next move ...

- Massage should be complete! - I repeated her words, the meaning of which did not immediately reach her.
- What?
- Turn over!
- But the Bear!
- Turn over!
- Misha ...
- Alive.
The steel in her voice had an indelible effect. She immediately rolled onto her back, fear in her eyes. The bra stayed on the bed, and she, noticing this, hurried to cover her magnificent chest with her small palms.
- Elena Nikolaevna, stop, “a masseur as a doctor,” have you forgotten? - I said already softer.
She hesitantly removed the handles and folded them at the seams, her big eyes running around. I climbed up from above, and, with a well-concealed enjoyment, squeezed the elastic balls. O Lord, how lovely they were. Elena Nikolaevna's eyelashes faltered and wanted to close, but the woman with an effort of will did not allow them to do it. I slowly continued to massage the chest, noticeably adding to my guest sweet suffering. She kept her last strength, biting her lower lip, but when the pink nipples were squeezed with skillful fingers, the bastion fell. Elena Nikolaevna closed her eyes and, turning her head to the side, took a deep breath, from which her chest became even larger. I caressed her belly, shoulders, wrists, constantly returning to soft boobs with light red marks from my hands. The woman’s head rolled from side to side, a pleasant blush on her cheeks. She bit her lips, but voluptuous moans still treacherously burst out. I gradually moved lower, and was already sitting on her lap, and continuing to caress the sensitive breast with one hand, the second unzipped her skirt and began to squeeze it. Elena Ivanovna abruptly recovered.
- Misha is not ...
She squeaked quietly with a plea, but I did not let her finish.
- Shut up!
It all started to annoy me. I brought it to the pen and started to play in the “hymen”. Elena Nikolaevna’s lips began to shake, tears came to her eyes. In front of me lay all the same beautiful girl with photos, except that the light in her eyes was not so bright after many years. And God knows why I felt sorry for her. I leaned over, kissed my quivering lips, and, pressing my nose lightly, like a small child, smiled.
- Do not be afraid of you, silly.
She smiled back, and I erased the tear that came out.

Elena Nikolaevna was still shaking small from experienced fear and resentment. I pulled off her skirt. Following the black color panties, wet through. I can argue that I would squeeze half a glass of moisture out of them, but, of course, I didn’t do this, I just threw it aside.
- We continue the massage. - I said seriously.
Elena Nikolaevna smiled, but stopped. It was too incomprehensible for her to change my behavior. And I thought to myself that the game is just beginning. In front of me lay a frightened mature woman, with beautiful forms and like a bitch bleeding from a hole. Once in her legs, I picked up small feet, covered with nylon fabric black stockings. Fingers smoothly slid along them, adding to the feeling of relaxation and pleasure a subtle tickling hue. Yelena Nikolaevna sometimes shuddered, but from the covered eyes and facial expressions one could understand how good she was. I slowly climbed higher, paying attention to the beautiful ankles, calves, knee bends. She then spread her legs, then again moved them together, trying to find a state in which her inner feeling and position of the body would be in harmony. Overcoming a wide gum, I touched the silk white skin of wide hips.Fingers ran along their inner surface, getting to the wet pussy and returning back. I spread my legs wide apart with my hands, in the manner of how they lay yesterday. Elena Nikolaevna just clutched her hands tightly into the sheet.

Her fingers circled around her bud for 15 minutes. A woman turned her backside trying to substitute for them, but all her attempts failed. She squeezed her chest with her hands.
- Take it away!
She stared at me in surprise.
- Arms. Take away! Touch yourself again without permission - I'll tie it.
Elena Nikolaevna swallowed loudly. And I continued the slow torture, watching her behavior. Her hole opened swollen sponges and copiously flowed fragrant liquid. Her hips were shaking slightly, her mouth twisted in a grimace, her hands against her will again stretched to her chest, touching her nipples. A sonorous slap on the outside of the thigh brought her to her senses.
- I promised.
The knitted stockings became steel. Turning the tied teacher over on her stomach, I took a belt out of the closet, and, passing through the hands lock, fastened it to the metal headboard. Having picked up Elena Nikolaevna under her hips, he put her in a charming position, with a deep backbeat and a strongly protruding ass. She was silent and quietly trembled, not knowing what else to expect from an abnormal guy who seemed to suffer from a split personality. Finally, he threw off his shorts and underpants, which were terribly pressing on the petrified bolt, and he, rejoicing in the presented freedom, jumped cheerfully, pulling himself into a string.
- If you behave yourself, it won't hurt. Clear?
She nodded.
- All right, shut up.
She nodded again.

I settled behind this magnificent machine and, taking in my hands heavy buttocks, spread them apart, pressing my thumbs on sensitive spots near the anal hole, from which Elena Nikolayevna began to barely noticeably move her ass. Having played enough with the ass, I firmly squeezed her slippery crotch in my hand, hearing the exhausted moan. From the thought that in my leisurely clenching palm is the exhausted cave of an adult woman, I was slightly dizzy, and the penis poured even more. The anus pulsed noticeably, attracting me with its virginal purity. I, as it should, smeared a finger and inserted it into a tight crack. Elena gasped and leaned on me. The picture of the disappearing and reappearing finger in a big ass awfully wound up. The nose was touched by the delicate scent of lavender. I pulled out a finger and, bringing my nose closer to the hole, felt its source. His heart pounded, his temples throbbed wildly. She did an enema, that's for sure. But why? Why go to the city? Here is a bitch. Rage boiled lava, giving a monstrous calm, ready at any moment to explode a nuclear bomb. This woman is mine, and nobody touches mine.
- You will now answer clearly and extremely honestly, it is in your interests. - The voice sounded cold metal. - Why went to the city?
- Just take a walk, go shopping. - Hardly breathing, she said.
- Enema did, what would "just take a walk"?
She was silent.
- Answer!
- I was just walking, honestly.
From the ringing slap on her ass left a purple trail. She screamed and sobbed loudly, squeezing the words:
- Teddy bear ... I ... Honestly ... I never went to anyone with anyone ... Not today, never ... - Tears streamed. - I wanted you ... I was preparing for you ... I did not think that you would be angry so ..
“Well, player? This is a defeat. Here she stands before you, cancer, expiring like a bitch. And in the morning she knew that you would take her virgin ass. Are your games expensive now? Well, you also need to play beautifully. ”

Elena Nikolaevna went on explaining something sobbing, but I no longer listened to her anymore. Believing her every word, uttered with sincerity of bitter tears, firmly taking her by the hips, with one powerful push I pushed my bolt into her crack, having experienced particular pleasure by touching the uterus. Elena issued a long “Oooooooh,” which replaced the soothing sobs. I was in no hurry, working through, as it should, her weary vagina, stretching gentle folds.“Oooooooh” turned into a loud “Aaaaaaaa!” When an early orgasm shook her body. She finished long and violently, tightly squeezing my cock muscles. The vagina was not only outrageously juicy, but surprisingly tight and narrow. My penis, like a ram, literally stormed strong gates that hide unearthly pleasure.

Elena Nikolaevna's orgasm seemed to have no end. She struggled in agony, announcing the room with deafening cries and divine moans. I even envied the neighbors. Once he was held hostage to a situation when he had to listen for an hour to someone teasing a temperamental girl, he almost finished with these sounds alone ... I wanted to crawl onto the wall. But how could it be compared with the sound extravaganza that Elena Nikolaevna gave out now? The member was already beginning to unpleasantly buzz from the protracted riser, and the orgasm still did not come. My guest finished again. I got out of it, scooping out the lubricant from the pulsating vagina and massaging the small anus. She moaned dully, fucked to the point of impossibility, but this hole could not be left without sweet. Putting a thick head to the anus, gently pressing, he began to sink it inside. Elena Nikolaevna with a hoarse moan leaned on me, wanting to quickly take my cudgel to her virgin ass. With smooth movements, I pumped it until my pubis touched her buttocks. Anal slit already got used to a foreign object and relaxed. Now the blows are sweeping and deep. Standing on half-bent legs, I pressed on the lower, in this position, wall, stimulating the area where the rectum was in contact with the vagina. Elena seems to be crazy. She frantically shouted in a language she understood the same, prying her round ass to me. The friction of the elastic ring on the walls of my stubborn fighter was so delightful that I finally felt the faint waves of nascent ecstasy, and accelerated. Elena Nikolaevna squealed with a siren, and at that moment, when my dick began to throw out powerful portions of sperm, she was swallowed by the first anal orgasm, deep and comprehensive. She bit the sheets and moaned softly, her arms still tied. And it seemed to me that this is one orgasm for two, amplified fourfold. I would not risk answering how long it was, maybe a second, maybe a clock, or maybe a century ... I only had the strength to free Elena Nikolaevna and fall asleep, pressing her head to my chest. Forces she did not have at all no matter what.

The next morning, Elena Nikolaevna left, preparing me the best breakfast in my life and giving me the most beautiful deep blowjob. I sat with a cup of tea, remembering these strange and amazing weekends, filled with bright sadness. And you know why she was bright? Yes, because she will go back again with a transfer.

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