in the steam room. As soon as she disappeared into the bath, my wife and I undressed. I could not hide my excitement.

- Went through the old hog. Steam go? - I asked my wife.

- Go. They are waiting for you, - she smiled and somehow looked at Zoryan sadly. - I'll catch my breath and come. Look at me there.

She slapped me, and I opened the steam room door and inhaled the hot, smoky air. Almost without seeing anything in front of me except a thick pair, I stepped inside, closing the door behind me.

Vasilina was already without an apron, was fussing with the cauldron, drawing boiling water from it. I once again appreciated the beauty of her figure. The member stood like a fifteen-year-old youth, who bought an erotic magazine for the first time in his life.

Here it is the happiness of the average man - a naked, good-looking woman with a round, pink ass and huge breasts. She smiled and offered to lie down on her stomach. I laid a towel on a linden bench and fulfilled her wish. After a few moments, I felt how a birch broom dug into the skin on my back. I almost screamed in surprise, but stopped on time. Vasilina was courting me with a young birch tree, like a goat. Expelled all the Moscow dirt, as her husband put it. The shoulders, the arms, the back, and everything below were subject to my tormentor.

Finally, she stopped her torture and threw a bucket of ice-cold water over me, as if pricked with needles all over her body. I rolled over and sat down. In the steam room we were no longer alone.

Slender as a model, with a small but rather sexy breasts, in front of me was my Masha. The pubis, clean-shaven as always, was directly opposite my face. I could not resist. He wrapped his hands around her ass and pulled her to him, he already wanted to stick into her magic bud with her lips, but she jumped in time.

“You probably want to do something else first,” she said mysteriously, and pulled my hand. I got up, walked behind her a few steps, and saw the gentle figure of Vasilina appear through the steam. She was lying on the same bench as I had been lying on a second ago, bending my knees under me, flexing my juicy chest with my hands. She moaned and looked at me. My wife took me by the head and made me bend over to Vasilina’s crack, I did not resist. After a moment, my sharp tongue was walking in her pussy, smoothly moving from the clitoris to the vagina and back.

She smelled harsh, but pleasant. The musky scent of drunk me and blew my head. In the meantime, his wife's hand got to my boyfriend, and with dexterous movements brought him to a tone. Although it was not at all necessary, he was already like a sentry on a platoon.

- Take me ... - whispered Vasilina, loudly breathing out steam.

I got up and straightened my shoulders, grabbed the hostess by the calf, spread her legs to the sides and sharply drove my dick. Vasilina screamed and leaned back, but having become accustomed to my pace, she relaxed and gave herself up to enjoyment completely and completely. I entered it faster and faster, Vasilina's vagina was like a huge member of Zoryan, wet and seemingly immense, but at the same time terribly pleasant and warm. I milked her like a cow, tugging at her nipples.

“Misha,” my wife hugged me from behind, and whispered almost unheard, “fuck her in the ass.”

“With joy,” I growled back. He turned the naked flush, moistened his instrument, and with dexterity drove the piston into a rather extensive anal rod. Vasilina screamed in pain and pleasure. Lust tore her from the inside. I fought her like a cheap fuck. And she moaned, oh my God, how she moaned. It seemed to me that with such an impressive hole in the ass, she practically should not feel pain. But, no, she screamed and squirmed like a young girl. And I fucked her and fucked until, finally, in exhaustion, she collapsed beneath me on the bench and pulled my instrument out of her adit with her hand.

He was dirty and unpleasant in appearance.But Vasilina, barely catching her breath with renewed energy, attacked me, took my organ in her mouth and sucked in her completely. Licked and cleaned of filth.

I pulled away from her. He sat on the opposite bench and pulled his wife to him. Mashka has been watching us all this time and rubbing her tiny clit.

“Oh, it was magical,” my wife whispered in my ear, “I even managed to finish it.”

Vasilina had finished, his wife had finished, one I still did not manage to satisfy my needs. And already gathered to correct such an obvious blunder, I got up to go back to my wife ...

But then the door opened with a squeak, and the owner fell into the steam room, slightly swaying. Zoryan leaned his hand against the wall, and with dull eyes evaluated the situation. His animal penis hung between his legs in a semi excited state and resembled a doctoral sausage stick. We froze. Zoryan was drunk, and you could expect anything from him.

He saw me, cherishing Vasilina, a wife who stood on the shelf, setting his angelic ass for me, and assessing the situation, abruptly shoved me aside, grabbing Mashka with her sturdy hands. I sat down next to Vasilina, becoming an outside observer. The wife looked at me with fear, and it was clear that in this situation, she had nothing else to do but give herself to the hunter.

The situation was getting tense. I saw Zoryan's dick getting up, a huge red organ of a big guy rested against my wife's little ass. Alien member next to the native hole! I was a little jealous, but I was excited even more.

With a mighty hand, he pressed on the back of my girl, forcing her to bend even more, and then with a sharp movement drove his horse into her bosom. It was such a strong movement that it forced my wife to lean against the wall with all her tiny body. Zoryan made several frictions, forcibly thrusting his fellow only one third.

With one hand he held my wife by the hair, and the other squeezed the buttocks. Zoryan breathed heavily Mashke in the back, continuing to mercilessly fuck. The wife did not moan, she just screamed in pain, tearing her into two halves. I saw how tears were rolling out of her eyes, at last, unable to bear it, made an attempt to get up, but Masha nodded her head so that I could return to the place.

After a few seconds, the owner breathed heavily and accelerated his movements. After that, even more pressed against my wife and relish finished with her right in the vagina. I saw how from the cave of my beloved on the pulsing member Zoryan fresh sperm ran in streams. The man leaned over and pulled out his instrument; he was covered in ejaculate. Then Zoryan led his dirty Kukan to Vasilina’s mouth, and she obediently watching what happened, habitually licked her master's phallus, leaving it clean. Zoryan grunted and walked out of the steam room, loudly flopping into his favorite chair. A few seconds later he was snoring.

All sexual intercourse of the owner and my wife lasted no more than a minute. Zoryan about five minutes, as out, but Masha still stood in the same position in which he left her. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) Resting her hands against the wall and crossing her legs, she trembled with her whole body, leaving Vasilina and me to admire how sperm pours out of her tight pussy.

I still wanted to finish, but having overcome myself and my desires, I approached my wife and hugged her shoulders. She was all shaking poor thing, could not even move. I could barely seat her on the bench. And unexpectedly for me she said:

- Thank you, Zai - I really liked it. Fuck the bitch, - she pointed at Vasilina, - And I'll rest a bit.

I returned to Vasilina. Put her cancer and hard for Zoryanovski introduced her to his dick. I fucked her for a long time, looking at my wife, who, after Zoryan, could not carry her whitish legs. And suddenly my eyes fell on a tiny window that was in the steam room. In it stuck the head of a pretty Lisa. As soon as she realized that I noticed her, the head immediately disappeared. And I, having oversubtitled, finished right in Vasilina, draining the seed of my steamboat into her harbor.

About ten minutes later my wife and Vasilina and I sat in a waiting room and drank a local burner.The only thing that Zoryan was still sleeping, but his wife, on the contrary, came to herself, and her mood was clearly better than when we stood in front of the bathhouse and were looking for keys.

To be continued,

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