This time there was a bright light in the garage, and the window was wide open, so I could observe everything in detail, even though I needed to be careful.

“You can see for yourself that the headlights are in place.” I also installed the battery, so check, if you like, - the mechanic looked at Alina with a grin, slightly rosy in his presence. And then slapped her on the elastic ass and grinned: - And then work out, slut.

My wife turned red at all and coldly threw up, with a chin upraising:

- How dare you? What happened before is a misunderstanding, a mistake!

“Oh, you are!” - Peter deliberately raised his eyebrows in surprise. - Again in the touchy play? Yes, come on, I remember how you squealed on my fuck, and now you flew in for the addition, just call me.

He turned Alina towards him, and in an instant his hand was under her skirt. I even saw how it moves in the crotch area, so intensely this little man was wielding there. At the same time, I was struck again by the contrast that the couple presented before me. A tall graceful woman, well-groomed, looking after herself, with a slender figure, tight ass, slender legs, not forgetting the fitness room and beauty salon - on the one hand. And a squat bald little man with a fair stomach, unshaven and in a kind of overalls - on the other. A sleek customer and an employee, in theory, should move in front of her. And then come on, this proletarian, as if in nothing, fumbles at this little pupa under the skirt! So much so that the latter stands on tiptoe and frowning slightly from his rudeness and impudence, and maybe even from pain. But at the same time, she slightly spreads her knees, so that, you see, it was more convenient for him to fuck her with her fingers. And in my opinion, this was the case - Peter's elbow walked like a piston.

Alina still whispered: “No ... Oooh ... Stop ... Oomem ... What are you doing? ...", but it was absolutely clear that she already agreed to everything.

“Okay, let's go upstairs, pussy,” the master grinned when Alina started moaning very loudly.

- But what about the headlights check? - my wife clenched her teeth, clearly disappointed that she had stopped squeezing between her legs.

- Well, check, so check ...

Peter got into our car and, without turning it on, turned on the headlights.

- Dimensions ... Low beam ... High Beam ...

Apparently, Peter noticed that the light beats exactly in the crotch area of ​​my wife. And his perversity struck me when he ordered Alina:

- Symy skirt and panties.

- Right here?

- And then!

And my wife began to take off her clothes. At first she turned around and pushed the jacket off to the side, and then, shaking her hips, began to pull her skirt together. I already suffocated, so erotic she did it. Hips as if they lived their lives, eyes half-closed with long pointed eyelashes, on the half-open lips there is a shadow of a smile ...

However, Peter, such delights, it seems, were on the drum. He just slowly drove my wife:

- Lets go faster!

When my wife found herself without a skirt, I froze in amazement, she represented such a wonderful sight.Above the waist, she was a true lady in an expensive classic blouse, with perfect makeup, discreet but stylish. And below it was a whore with gorgeous legs, feminine thighs, stockings and depraved white panties. Their sexuality was emphasized by the ruthless headlights that make the fabric completely transparent. Not only were the panties transparent, they also frankly covered the relief of the lower jaws, like a weightless film ... In addition, my wife had already managed to wet these panties pretty much ...

But Peter, alien to the beautiful, only urged:

- Come on now cowards!

Still, the main beam - a powerful thing. When Alina erotically got rid of her panties, he immediately abruptly, to the point of being unprincipled, highlighted all the details of my wife’s intimate folds.

- This is another matter! Turn around and show me how you want to fuck! - I heard the voice of Peter.

I shuddered from such treatment, but my subtle Alina, despising even hints of something near intimate from outsiders, obediently turned and, slightly spreading her legs, leaned over. In the bright light, even from my place, I saw how wet it was already glistening in already slightly wrinkles. (Porn stories for all) But she didn’t stop there, slowly running her finger along the cracks, pressed the button on the clitoris, flinched with her whole body and with a moan put her finger inside. All this in the blinding light was so clearly visible and represented such a sexual picture that I almost jumped into a small window to push the rising member into the slightly opened hole, around which my wife’s brightly manicured nails now scurried.

Peter, apparently, thought about the same. He flew out of our car and, jumping to Alina, with one blow sent a member into her hole.

“Ahhhh,” my wife cried, pierced, apparently by a monstrous member to the full depth. - Yes ... Oooh ... Ebi me! ... Ooooohouumnn ...

Peter, to my delight, barely unwrapped a slender body, shaking with pleasure, and I could now see in profile how a fat cock rushed back and forth, bellied eggs fly up, wetly splashing slits on the corner, and sometimes, under the ruthless light, I could discern and as the lower lips, incredibly stretched, hug the trunk of an impressive diameter.

Alina obviously finished in the first moments of penetration and now diligently moved her hips towards Peter, who was ruthlessly taking her. But something did not please him, or maybe there were some other plans, and he said:

- Go upstairs. Take me by the dick and pitch while we rise.

And my wife obediently executed the order. So they went to the stairs - Peter, still in her dirty overalls, and my wife, who forgot about the skirt and panties, shaking her bare thighs and tight pumped ass.

When they disappeared, going up the stairs all in the same strange obscene coupling, I began to think what to do now. Fortunately, my son Peter was nowhere to be seen, so I hurriedly sneaked into the garage and carefully, so as not to creak steps, climbed the way my wife had just followed, naked below the waist and holding onto a member of a goblin-like peasant.

And, oh, joy, on the last steps I found a large gap in the partition wall separating the dark staircase from the room on the second floor. Having clung to this gap, I saw a crumpled bed and lovers settled on it, so unsuitable to each other. Everything that happened was in front of me, as if in the palm of your hand. They already undressed. Alina was sitting on Peter's lap, he was passionately bruising between her widely spaced thighs, and she, opening her mouth from her lust that overwhelmed her, caressed his huge cock with her hand.

- I need a smoke! - threw the master, as soon as I had time to assess the situation. - Come suck and I'll smoke.

Alina did not even think to object, obediently kneeling in front of Peter. I saw her head go up and down, and the mechanic picked up a pack of some cheap cigarettes from the table and soon released smoke from the ceiling, even to me, who was on the other side of the partition, which seemed smelly. However, Alina did not think to be indignant.She meekly sucked her indifferent lover, and tried to do it with fiction. Sometimes she tilted her head and moved it like that, obviously hugging the trunk with her lips to the side. And sometimes she bent even more, sucking eggs. In these moments, I saw a monstrous purple head over her bare shoulder, which she did not disregard, stroking the circular movements of manicured fingers.

But Peter didn’t suit him, apparently, and this. He put out a stinking cigarette and, holding Alina’s hair, literally put her mouth on his club.

- Who sucks so? - he grunted. - In so it is necessary!

And, dragging my wife by her gorgeous hair, she began to fuck her dick with her mouth. Alina coughed ... Read more →