looked at him, and her husband, pushing me from the chair, he flopped into him. I did not expect such egoism from my beloved. He was always gentle to me, and if there was rudeness in sex, it was only a mock one. And here - I was standing naked with a vibrator in the ass, with sperm flowing from the vagina, and he, having finished, self-satisfiedly fell apart like a master. Usually, if he finished before me, he would bring me to orgasm with his hands, tongue or toys, and now he treated me like something. From resentment and self-pity, I even had tears in my eyes. But, oddly enough, the excitement has not gone anywhere, I still wanted the male member.

Having caught his breath, the husband drew me to him (I had to lean over him in an uncomfortable position, having spread my legs wide), and began to kiss. First gently, then more and more passionately. I felt his hand penetrate between my legs, and the vibrator in the ass slowly moved in me, causing a pleasant light pain, and increasing excitement. At the same time, the husband touched the genital lips with his wrist, which made me wince and twirl my ass, leaning towards me. When his hand went down, pulling the toy out of my ass, then my pussy remained without affection, and I stretched for him down, she sat down on the vibrator, just to feel the touch of his hand again. I fidgeted with my pelvis, I myself rubbed my pussy against his hairy arm, while the vibrator in my ass swayed from side to side. We did not kiss anymore, I focused entirely on the sensations in my ass and on the touch of his hand on my lower lips, and he enjoyed watching through my shoulder after the reflection in the mirror. So that he could see better, I stretched my buttocks with my hands in different directions. And my husband perfectly saw the vibrator in my ass, he saw smeared with his sperm, reddened and slightly saggy sex lips, and the sperm itself, which oozed out of me directly onto his hand. For a long time he could not stand such a spectacle, and his member was filled with force a second time.

That was what I was waiting for, finally a member will be in me again. My dear tormentor, today I was not going to take care of me at all, so I had to do everything myself. Turning around, I prepared myself to sit on his already protruding appendix, but he stopped me. Now, I opened my ass right in front of his face. So as not to fall - I had to lean on the armrests of the chair with my hands.

My husband shook my sex lips, forcing me to bite my lip from the buzz, moved a vibrator in my ass, which is why I almost relaxed my arms and did not fall, and suddenly I felt like a toy filling my ass somewhere slips. This caused a moan of frustration, and I reached down with my ass down behind her. The toy slowly slipped out of me, and I sank lower and lower, trying to catch up with her. Already when I almost sat down on my knees to my husband, I felt like a toy completely slipped out of me, but a warm living member rested between my buttocks. Not a bad replacement. Already unable to stop, I myself planted on his ass. In diameter, the penis was somewhat thicker than a toy, and I even gasped when he, stretching the sphincter ring, plunged into my hole. But how nice it was to feel it in yourself. The feeling of being filled with living flesh in the anus, the slight pain of a sprained anus ... I blissed out without even trying to move. My husband, meanwhile, parted my legs wider, and launched his fingers into my pussy. From there, a stream of sperm rushed to meet him, which he also pumped in there.

- Come on, move yourself!

He whispered in a confused voice.

Leaning on the armrests, I began to rise and fall on his penis. Opening my eyes I saw a gorgeous picture. I am naked, with disheveled hair, slightly swollen after a blowjob, bitten by passion with sponges, I go down and climb a member. In the mirror you can see that he enters my back hole, and the widely spread legs open a beautiful view of my reddened, tattered pussy, all shiny from sperm.My husband noticed that I admired the view in the mirror, also stretched my sexual lips to the sides. The excitement slightly receded during the pause, flooded with a new force, and I began to furiously jump on his penis, literally hammering it into my ass. Now the pain of a rough invasion only got me stronger and stronger. I squeezed and unclenched the ring of the anus, instead of relaxing it, like a mad person, I jumped on his penis. I wanted to implant deeper, stronger, I wanted to become a member of a thicker. Having let go of one armrest, I myself was already pulling my pussy, because my husband could not keep up with the pace that I chose. Instead, he hugged my hips and began to help me move on it. Jumping has become much easier, the muscles are no longer so tired. I tried to plant it deeper and deeper, squirming my ass, literally howling from surging sensations. I have never been a masochist, but now the pain, mixed with pleasure and multiplied by a hundred times wild excitement, made me sit down more and more furiously on his penis. To my regret, I could not stand it for a long time, my muscles convulsed with overstrain, and I groaned out of despair and collapsed exhaustedly at my husband. Anus pulsed, squeezing around his penis, my ass and I desperately wanted to continue. The husband apparently was of the same opinion, so without leaving me, arms wrapped around him, he gently leaned forward, dropping me to his knees on the floor. I did not have the strength to put my hands on it, so I just laid down on the sofa cushion so well turned up. My ass is sticking up high, and in it was still a hot so desirable member of my dear. Now I did not have to strain, he moved in me. Darling took it easy, the pace I had set, and I just stifled, feeling how his hot, hard, like a stone, member was sinking in me. From excitement, I thinly whined in time with the jolts, gnawed on the way, the sofa cushion. Distraught at last, I began, without a team, to stretch my buttocks, to furiously slap my ass, which caused my husband to be surprised. But he obviously liked it, because his approving “Well, you know, you slut, come on, yes ... Bad girl. “It was imprinted in my memory, probably forever. Slapping several times on the ass, I again began to pull at my pussy. I really felt like a whore, and I liked it. Darling, too, entered into a rage, began between frictions, he himself lash me on the ass, saying, what a fuck and whore. His fantasy apparently turned off, and he was simply stuck on these two words. Although I also could not repeat anything except: "Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck whore, fuck ...". And he fucked. I drove my dick into me, interrogated me at such a pace that it seemed from friction that the smoke would go. But I still could not finish. And although on sensations, the orgasm was somewhere near, everything was growing, growing, like the sound of a falling aerial bomb, but there was no “explosion”. Yes, and I did not want to, I wanted this fuck to last forever, never ending. Each member blow in me brought more and more pleasure. I, like a madman, was pulling my sexual lips, and even lightly slapped her palm over them, splashing drops of my moisture. (The sperm has already begun to dry up, but I did not feel the tightening). Somewhere behind my back, my husband was breathing intermittently, and I felt the drops of his sweat falling on my back. I got a vibrator under my arms, which just recently filled my ass. I really wanted to shove him in my pussy, but somewhere out there, crushed by passion, my mind was still warm. It reminded that similar experiments (from ass to pussy) are fraught with health problems. But I really wanted to fill my pussy, and I shoved a vibrator in my mouth and began to lick it carefully, imagining that it was a real member. From the thought that I make love with two men at once - I lost my head altogether. But still, the rubber in my mouth is not at all like a living member, so I thoroughly cleaned as much as possible, I put a toy at the entrance to my cave and slightly pressed. The husband felt an unexpected narrowness, it seems, in his just fairly broken-up ass - he stopped by surprise.Taking advantage of this, in one motion I drove the toy inside and began to fuck myself furiously with it. Realizing what had happened, the husband resumed his movements. I again experienced a delightful feeling of fullness of both holes.

Both members, alive and artificial, rubbed inside me through a thin partition, and artificial - also vibrated, transmitting the vibration to the husband's member. And he and I died of ardor so as not to injure anything, and suddenly the holes both became tight. Reaching out the other hand, I began to pull at the clit with my finger, and finally, the long-awaited orgasm overtook me. Such bright and long-lasting, they are rare, I jerked, impaled on a husband's member, like a worm on a hook, wriggling with my whole body, squeezing the already stretched muscles of the anus, trying to crawl somewhere, or vice versa, to sit down deep ... I do not know how long this orgasm lasted , the only thing I remember is an impossible pleasure, and the thrill of the vibration in the pussy is too extreme, so with the last effort by disobedient fingers, I managed to pull out the toy and it rolled to the side.

I came to myself on the floor. I lay on the carpet in the fetal position, pulling my knees up to my chest, both palms were pressed to my cave and squeezed between the legs. From my butt, it oozed right onto the carpet, but I was so lazy to move that I didn’t care. I wonder what it oozes out? Did the husband have time to finish? When? And where is he? A fridge door slammed from the kitchen, and my husband came into my room. All wet with sweat, the hair on his forehead stuck together, in his hands were two open cans of beer. He sat next to me on the floor - he handed one to me. I tried to get up, the body obeyed with difficulty. Ass itched and slightly sore. I touched the hole of the anus, he was malleable, like a finger from sperm, and behind him the second and third easily fell inside. I gasped for a slight dull pain.

- Yeah, great we assassinated your ass today!

Smiled husband. I looked at the puddle of sperm on the carpet, the whole pillow bitten in my drooling and tears.

- I was crying?

“Not the right word, you were crying with happiness. I screamed, moaned, persuaded me to tear your ass off.”

- Painfully.

I whimpered.

- Nothing, heal. My own after you healed ;-)

My husband winked at me. We sat on the floor, embracing, both wet, happy, and slowly sipped beer, reliving what had happened.

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