became the side of her face. Baikal, meanwhile, taking with him some bottle took his place. Briefly saying something, he poured a liquid on my wife's ass, and putting her hand between her buttocks Baikal made several movements with her hand along her pussy and up. I realized - now there will be a non-standard continuation of massage for my wife, I started so excited that, ashamed of my action, I took out my penis and started jerking off as the massage therapist gently launched her thumb into the shiny four holes of her anus and rubbing her crotch lips and the other hand pressed Lana's lower back.

- Relax, well, well, it’s necessary - my wife obediently stood lying down on the table in a groove while one massage therapist stroked her back and the second stretched her anus. Seeing that everything is going well and the woman is fully obedient, Baikal, looking at how I work on my member, pulled her rounded ass slightly down and pressed her head to the dark knot, slowly introduced her penis there.

- Mmm - oh - my spouse said quietly almost in a whisper when Baikal's dick penetrated her ass, the female ass tightened, but the massage therapist slapped her bitingly several times.

- Get down, relax your ass - Baikal ordered her harshly and gradually accelerating he began to fuck my wife anally.

- O-oohhh-hr - the wife occasionally loudly moaning patiently endured this unusual massage for her, but a minute later they were replaced by a quiet smacking with a wheeze, looking away from her priests and carefully looking out I saw that the second Turk pulled her head to her groin I could see how her cheek sticking out as he pushed the pelvis forward, with a contented look, the big man held the woman's head by the hair. Unable to cope with excitement, I finished on the floor plentifully and hid a member stupidly watching how Lana was working from both sides. Fortunately, in this narrow hole, the massage therapist quickly finished and froze for a while, leaning on her bottom, relaxed back, the wife remained on the table taking a second term in her mouth, exposing the shiny butt with wet red holes between short dark hairs. From the top hung a condom with sperm dripping on the floor from it, then my wife farted slightly and the stuck object fell right there, her buttocks tensed, and her legs tucked.

- Oh, I t t hoo - through a member of my wife was worried under the laughter of massage therapists.

- Calmly, well done, the sultan-massage is a double massage, in two holes. You have a beautiful butt, and now you are a worker - he confidently squeezed her buttock.

- And now go to bed, a little more, otherwise your husband will come soon, let's get a little massage, go back to bed quickly, Baikal said firmly.

Lana obediently climbed onto the table on all fours under the carnivorous Turkish eyes and rolled onto her back pulling up her legs. Looking at her short-cropped brown hair over swollen red lips between the shamelessly spread legs, I moved away so that I was not noticeable, coping with the breath. Then a fat man appeared in my field of vision with a half-formed but already fit member, as he pulled a new condom and took my wife by the hips to pull her to his side of the table. I lifted her legs up, fell down and groaned - my wife began to fuck again - where I had not seen, I watched the slowly moving Turk splashing with a hairy stomach on the female thighs and my wife’s tense feet on his shoulders. I felt the growing excitement again, but realizing that the end is soon, you need to finish the game and pretend that I didn’t see anything, there’s no need for us to have a trial because it brought us both pleasure. Quietly and neatly under Lana's groaning in time with the sound of meeting bodies, I left the salon. At the entrance I lit a cigarette waiting for my wife to finish shaking and trying to calm down. By the time the spouse, accompanied by a massage therapist, came out of the salon, I practically succeeded.

- Have you been waiting for a long time? - the wrinkled spouse with red cheeks looked slightly nervous.

- No, just came, I went to drink coffee - I reassured her, taking her hand.

- It was the last session on the subscription, will you still take your wife? - asked the therapist with the hope of us.

- I would love to, pity, but tomorrow we will fly away - I smiled at him - thanks.

- Thank you, goodbye - the wife also quietly, without looking, said goodbye.

- Goodbye, recommend me to your friends - he waved goodbye and returned to the salon of a friend, and we headed home to the hotel, I was wondering what my wife would tell you about the massage she had just done before I fucked her in all the treated places. But I regretted already that this was the last session and we were already leaving. I obviously wanted to continue.

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