- So? - He asked, lounging up his belly.

- Not. Become a cancer. - I wondered how the light would fall from the bottom up, reflected from the sheets.

- What am I to you, fagot? - offended muttered Slavka. but took the required position.

I adjusted one of the lamps. Seems to be OK. Now the color balance ... done. Now...

- Boys, are you here, I look, decided without me, with each other? - Irka entered the room and found her husband in a piquant pose.

I turned around. Irka chose a business style - white top, black bottom. Under the blouse nipples shone through, a narrow skirt tight hips.

- Er, are you sure that he will be able to pull this skirt off of you? - I doubted.

- Will be able to. Not the first time. She shrugged her shoulders. - Let's go to the table or what?

The table was set in the kitchen. We first drank fifty, talked about the weather and the exchange rate, without touching on the upcoming event. After the next fifty, Irka said:

- Well, let's go or what? What to pull?

Just in case, the couple added another glass. I did not, I still hold the camera. All moved to the bedroom.

- Slav ... - I nodded to the TV - Turn on, what did you choose for the sample.

He stuck a separate set aside tape and turned it on. An African American pizza peddle knocking appeared on the screen. The door was opened by an aunt, white hair resembling Irku. She didn’t resemble Irka anymore, having volumes much larger and more prominent. Soon, according to the laws of the genre, the negroid was already pawing her ass. I paused the film and turned to the spouses:

- Well, let's go ... - and turned on the camera.

At first everything seemed to be going fine - they were kissing, Slavka crushed Irkin's ass, she rubbed him in the groin ... I even got bored. I had to hurry them with the transition to more serious things. Slavka unbuckled Irkin's blouse, freeing his chest. This is better - I thought, taking up the camera. Close-up, one, second, Slavkin's hand presses nipple, departure ... Well, your mother! Both are so diligently squinting in my direction!

- Stop! - I shouted. - Listen here. The main rule: never, under any circumstances, do not look towards the camera! No me here, clear!?

They guiltily abandoned. Okay, the most inappropriate for the installation of cut - I decided.

- We continue! - and started shooting.

Now they tried to look at each other. Slavka pulled off her blouse from his wife, throwing her somewhere in the corner. Irka in response deprived him of his T-shirt. I took a pause from Vidic. The local couple somehow too quickly in my opinion made all the necessary actions and went over to a blowjob. Slavka squinted at the screen and, hurrying, unzipped the Irkina skirt.

- Do not rush. - I cooled his ardor, again putting Vidic on pause.

But he had already managed and the skirt slid over his legs to the floor.

- Stop! - I was indignant again, looking at Irka turned to me. - Er, cowards where? Are you a business woman today or are you working in a brothel?

Slavik from my shout pulled his hands from her backside and then I saw a delicate cord stretching between the buttocks. Thong, their mother. Actually, I have nothing against them, but in this case, Slavka should have taken these underpants off, and for this, it is necessary that it be seen that they are.

“Here ...”, not understanding the reason for my indignation, Irka turned to me. Front panties were noticeable better, but also not particularly.

- Er, and you do not have others? - I asked. - They are behind and in kind unnoticed, and the video will be even worse.

- What do you need? - she was confused.

- I do not know. It is necessary that they could be seen.

- Now ...

She ran out of the room, returning with a whole heap of all styles and colors and dumped them in front of me.

- These. - I pointed to the first more or less suitable.

Irka picked them up, skirt and slipped out of the room again.

- The same thing again, Slav. Go! - I announced when she returned.

Now is another matter. The skirt fell and appeared in front of me buttocks crossed with panties. Immediately obvious - a decent woman walks in her underpants.

- Er, take off Slava pants! - I ordered.

She sat down, struggling unsuccessfully with the belt buckle.

- Well, what is it?

- It does not work ... - she was confused.

- And how did it work before?

- Previously, he always unzipped himself ...

- Clear. Slav, help.

Slavka coped with the belt in one motion. Lightning and button succumbed to Irka. Jeans, and then pants were at Slavka on the thighs, and in front of Irkoy the member swayed. She looked back at me. In the eyes of confusion flashed.

- Well, take it in your mouth, which is already there ... - I sighed. - Would you even rehearsed yesterday something ...

Irka turned to her husband and put her lips to her head. I again took a close-up. She licked the head a couple of times, touched her lips again, but never took it in her mouth, looking at me all the time.

- Slav, well, you tell her! - I'm tired of waiting.

Slavka did not spend money on words, took his wife by the head and unceremoniously shoved a member to her cheek. Irka froze, again squinting in my direction.

- Er, I'm not! Suck on, come on! - my patience was running out.

If at the very beginning everything is so bad, then what will happen next? She reluctantly moved her head, but it didn’t look like a blowjob.

- Enough! - I stopped the camera. - Break! Everything in the kitchen and everyone has a hundred!

Irka relieved released member and rose. Slavka, took a step towards the door, got confused in the flat pants, completely took them off and disappeared into the kitchen.

- Ir ... - I pushed her there too - Are you sure that you can? And then maybe he nafig? One torment?

- I can. Just unusual ... You stand, look ... command ...

- What do you want? - met us in the kitchen who heard this Slavka, handing each a glass.

We drank. Then again. Irka seemed to cheer up and stopped “accidentally” covering her chest from my eyes. On the contrary, paraded, quite rightly proud of the ideal shape of the second, probably, size.

- Come on. - rose Slavka. - We will continue.

Returning to the bedroom, he took about the same position. Irka knelt down, looked in my direction and without problems swallowed a member almost on the balls. True, during the kitchen gatherings he was noticeably blown away and shortened.

The camera worked, Irka sucked, Slavka just enjoyed the moment. I took the camera off the tripod, walked around a couple, largely removing Irkino’s face and lips sliding along the surface of the male organ. Gorgeous get shots. I have already decided that there will be no more problems. but...

- Stand! - I ordered. - Ir, tell me ... well, why the heck did you make up your lips?

She understood what I was talking about, guiltily squinting at Slavik's cock, all covered in red spots. If someone sees a stranger, he will easily decide that venereologists Slavka have been waiting for a long time. There was a break again in the shooting - both of them went to wash their seats.

From the third time, it seemed to work, the slightly faded Irkin's lips moved along the normal, without any signs of illness to the member, and I shot. After watching the next episode in the TV set, Slavik switched to removing his panties from his wife. In the process, she first turned her back on me, and then, with her legs pressed together, she covered her pubis with her hand and sat down on the bed.

- What else? - I stopped shooting.

“I can't when he looks ...” Irka confessed, pointing at me. - We are here naked tumble, and he dressed ... looks ...

- And what should we do? - Slavik and I looked at each other.

- I do not know! Let him undress too!

Slavik spread his hands. I sighed and began to take off my clothes, praising myself for foresight. Even in the morning, getting ready, I thought that, without being a professional participant in the porn industry, I could hardly hold an erection at the sight of a couple fucking at arm's length. And maybe even finish. Therefore, on ... Read more →