Afanasyev sat down slightly to introduce a member, and was able to enjoy the insane gaze of a lost woman. His strong, resilient member was already bathed in sticky female juice. Elena moved, letting him go deeper, putting her hands on the men's shoulders, or wrapping her strong neck in a bullish way, pressing and opening.

Hammering Elena pressed against the wall, like a jackhammer, Afanasyev heard her hot breath, and a muffled, squeezed moan. When he was discharged, Elena could not resist, screamed and hung trustingly on the man.

- Umnichka! - gently, but already masterly stroked her on the cheek Afanasyev. - Come on, it's time to get you back to your husband.

***

While Elena was preening in the bathroom, Afanasyev, like a beefy cat, lazily lounged in bed, enjoying the luxury of the hotel suite.

When the woman finally returned to the room, Afanasyev barely restrained himself from the desire to whistle from admiration.

- Wow! - He exhaled enthusiastically.

A transparent erotic shirt on thin straps, which Elena dressed up, reached approximately waist length, completely opening the long legs of a woman. Probably, according to the designers, the panties were also offered in this shirt, but they were absent on Elena, which made the man’s gaze inevitably attracted to the smoothly shaved female triangle whitening against the background of a tanned body.

Performing her predetermined role, Elena, carrying a tray in her hands, obediently froze in front of the bed, her eyes downcast and waiting for the next order of the man.

Afanasyev was in no hurry, sipping brandy and enjoying the embarrassment of a woman unaccustomed to that submissive, slavish submission, which she went to for the sake of her lover.

Without getting out of bed, Afanasyev stretched out his hand and gently touched the female bosom with his fingers. Elena barely noticeably shuddered, but remained standing, rooted to the spot, giving the man a chance to feel that she was wet and wet from arousal in the most shameless way.

Taking a tray from Elena, Afanasyev, holding a canopy from a tray, she raised it to her invitingly spread thighs, and soaked herself in the abundantly allocated female shame. Then he bit off the berry, and took another sip of brandy, noting with satisfaction the bashful blush on Lena's cheeks.

He again touched the berry to the female vagina, and raised his hand, offering Helen to treat him after him. To do this, Elena was forced to slightly bend her long legs at the knees and sit down, trying to keep her gentle back as straight as possible. Maybe not the most elegant pose, but certainly sexy.

Avoiding the male gaze, Elena opened her sensual, full lips, and finished the berry, remaining a model of uncomplicated obedience. Afanasyev sat on the bed, and threw the blanket, showing a long-standing strong member.

- Do you like the top? Put a tray and sit down, bitch!

For a split second Elena hung over him, holding her magnificent ass on weight, and then sat down, exactly and skillfully, with a hot and wet womb right on the phallus. Straining unmatched, strong legs, Elena moved on Afanasyev, rising and falling, not forgetting to squeeze the walls of her vagina, a man's penis. It was so delightful that Afanasyev was afraid of a premature discharge.

- Get up! Or you fucking do not understand? Get up now!

Entered into the taste, Elena groaned dully from the interrupted pleasure, but obeyed, again frozen in front of a man in the pose of an ancient slave. Afanasyev threw Elena her mobile phone.

- Call your husband! Right now! That's an order! Tell him something sexy, with me! Quickly, don't make you wait !!!

Fear, shame and bewilderment splashed in Elena’s misty eyes, but at the same time, Afanasyev saw that this strange and dangerous task really worried and turns on a woman.He again drank cognac and tormented Elena standing before him, another berry, listening with interest to what his wife says to her husband when he wants another man so badly and terribly.

In a languid, hoarse half-whisper, choking, stammering, choking with desire, Elena talked to her spouse while Afanasyev, with a kind of sophisticated executor, pressed the bitten berry to her clitoris over and over again. Stronger. With push. In circular motions. And on the genital lips down.

Afanasyev could not stand it, stood behind Elena, and pushed her toward the bed. Awkwardly clutching the phone with her shoulder, she got on all fours, carefully bending her back and sticking out her “Brazilian” rounded, fleshy, elastic buttocks.

As if fixing the final fall of a married lady, so lustfully raskoryachayasya in a hotel room in front of her lover, whom she had known for only a few days, Afanasyev slapped Elena with his hand on the bottom, and slowly entered the hot, squishing with desire, womb. Deep. According to the eggs.

***

- you assigned? - The young secretary asked in confidence, carefully examining Afanasyev.

“No, but if you report that Oleg Sergeyevna wishes to see Oleg, then I am sure she will accept me,” said Afanasyev, pushing the verb “willing” noticeably.

Elena's chic director's office testified that the designer's hand worked on its interior. Leaning back in the tender embrace of a huge white sofa, Afanasyev caught himself thinking that he was enjoying the dismay of his mistress from the heart.

- How did you find me? Why not warned that you come? You do not understand that meetings in my office can be dangerous? But I am married! - babbled stunned by an unexpected visit Elena.

Her business image was impeccable. A strict hairstyle, moderately cosmetics, an elegant suit, all this is very competently, unobtrusively, but undoubtedly, emphasized the woman's sexuality even more.

- Do not act like a naive girl. And lock the door, we have little time, ”Afanasyev ordered decisively, looking Elena in the eyes.

... A perfect lover is one that never repeats. Each time she comes up with something new, even sharper, voicing your hidden thoughts, and never taking your girlish wreckage seriously, mentally quoted Afanasyev from the email Helen sent to her "best friend".

- Madness. We know you so briefly. Obsession Rave. Mork, - Elena whispered, obediently locking the door with a key.

Staying on the couch, Afanasyev beckoned the woman to him, and when she approached, he slowly began to pull up the fabric of her long skirt. Touching Elena's smooth legs with his hands, he slowly, centimeter by centimeter, bared them before he reached the elegant black panties. Then - one movement, a jerk, and he pulled the panties down from the woman to the graceful ankles, opening her pussy, into which he immediately dug his lips. If Elena had expected him to obediently lick her until she plunged into an orgasm, then the woman was disappointed. This right Afanasyev generously left her husband.

Just a couple of days ago, Afanasyev fucked his mistress right in the car, in the parking lot near her house, after which he ordered to go to her husband and ask the cuckold to lick his wife. To wash before this, Elena was not allowed. Accurately sure that Elena would fulfill his order, Afanasyev didn’t have, but her scent suggested that the woman, excited by their vicious game “slut”, would do exactly as she was told. It is possible that in a different situation, Afanasyev would even have felt sorry for his rival as a man, who was forced to work selflessly with the language between his wife’s wide shoulders, caressing her pussy, which had recently been so discharged by another. But Elena's husband, immensely swaggering kolobok-official, accustomed to feeling himself the master of the world, did not cause sympathy in Afanasyev, and therefore he was amused by the minor tricks with cunnilingus.

Now, in the office office, Afanasyev only wanted to really warm up, bring the bitch into a frenzy, deprive the remnants of common sense and embarrassment, turning it into an unsatisfied female, and therefore oral ... Read more →