The intensity of the movement of the male palm increases. Fucks me with my fingers, trying to get as deep as possible.

I'm a butterfly, I'm a bird, I'm flying ...

- Do not close your eyelids, I want to see your fucking eyes! I always dream about your eyes.

I try to focus on his face, but I see only blue sky. Or maybe this is a blue-blue sea, and I'm drowning, not flying.

- Fuck, how beautiful you are!

Pulls out his fingers ...

- Lick it! Lick them like it's my dick. Diligently.

I submit, I suck his fingers, lick, feeling my taste in the tongue. And higher, farther, deeper, plunging into this blue sky, this blue-blue sea.

- How do you do that? You turn me inside out! Witch!!

Fingers again inside me, sharper, sharper, stronger ...

“Uncle Vanya,” my whisper is breaking, “I can't do it anymore!” I can not...

- Do not close your eyes, I want to look into them when you finish!

- I can not more, I do not want more ... Uncle Vanya, please-ah ...

- Even as you can, even as you want, I will gut all of you today!

- Aaaa!

This sea-sky covered, caught up.

- Damn, eyes, do not close your eyes, do you hear!

I slip melted butter on the wall, even more sitting down on a man's hand. Fight, flutter, breathe on his fingers.

Uncle Vanya does not give a break for a second, turns around like a big puppet, back to himself, pulls up his cloak up. A strong palm loudly slaps my sweat-covered booty. He unzips his pants, spreads his trembling legs a little, then grabs my hair. His penis enters me immediately and completely, until it stops. I have not yet moved away from orgasm, I contract and pulsate on it.

- Fuck, how narrow you are there!

The voice is hoarse, hot with passion. Movement sharp, greedy. My body shakes from them, everything inside vibrates from them. Someone whines. Oh my God! This I whine. I whine like a little kitten, and I spread my legs harder, otkrychivaya ass.

- Uncle Ivan! Fuck me! Fuck it! Tear me up! Uncle Vanya-II !!

He fulfills this plea. Ruder, stronger, faster, harder in my wet depth. All my feelings are concentrated there now, between the legs. I see nothing - around the shroud, blue-blue shroud. I am not a woman now. I am a female, whore, fucking. I - cunt. Legs bend, I fall forward, having had time to put my hands up at the last moment. I jump off a member, and Uncle Vanya grumbles with displeasure. Now I'm on all fours. He kneels with and again lifts my raincoat upstairs.

- What is your beautiful ass.

Slaps his palm on my right buttock, in a businesslike enough for the hips, again pushing on his penis. Deep push and I scream again. Push, push, fire, current ... Push. Also the cork moves inside my ass. Now howl. Hands also weaken, head rests on the floor. Hard and uncomfortable. What little things, as long as Uncle Vanya did not stop.

- I like it when they fight you with cancer? Lustful bitch fucking.

Violent words give birth even more. I like to feel myself as his little depraved, ready for anything girl. There is not enough air, or I myself hold it inside, trying to squeeze everything out of every sip. Already again entered into pre-orgasmic euphoria, tension builds up inside. I don’t think anything at all, only sometimes I gasp for air to keep him again as long as possible in myself and whine softly on the exhale. I harden in anticipation of a flash in the lower abdomen, blessing every stroke of the dick inside. Here it is, an explosion, there it is, an orgasm.

- Aaaa ... - the tremors continue ...

- Aaaa ... - the orgasm continues.

- Bitch! In the mouth! I want to put it in your mouth! - Uncle Vanya yells impatiently.

Quickly bypasses, lifts my head by the hair. I'm still in the resulting orgasm, but I open my mouth and tightly clasp its member with my red lips.

- Blyaad !! How good !!

Uncle Vanya discharges sperm.I swallow this viscous liquid, feeling my favorite tart taste. He squeezes the last droplets into my open, thirsty mouth, and then he leads a member of my lips that are gradually losing elasticity, smearing bright lipstick and his sperm on my face.

Forces left us. I fall to the floor in exhaustion, Uncle Vanya sits down beside him tiredly. We did not even go with him to the apartment, still in the corridor, still dressed. Uncle Vanya just unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants. The two of us have such a passion that it is impossible for us to tolerate even a second. Looking misty eyes on him. This is not just good. This is ... Every sex with him is indescribable. We seem to be made for the pleasure of each other. It seems Uncle Vanya also thinks:

- Marya, you are an enchanting woman, - in the voice fatigue and satisfaction ...

I often think, but how does Uncle Vanya fuck others, his wife, for example? He sleeps with her, the spouse after all, and perhaps there are other mistresses. But here the imagination brings me. All attempts to find out something did not lead to anything. I always received the same answer: “Marya, this does not concern you.”

I crawl over to him, hug my waist, lay my head on a firm male shoulder. After such a passion I want tenderness.

“My girl, affectionate,” Uncle Vanya whispers, lightly stroking my hair.

As good as warm, calm in this embrace. And the blue of his eye is warm now.

- Mash, we need to get out of the corridor.

- I'm fine here.

I start to kiss him.

“Marya, I'm an old man,” Uncle Vanya complains.

- Maybe I should leave! - I exclaim, jokingly, slightly.

He grabs my hair at lightning speed.

“Why, you’ll scream and whine again and again under me,” Uncle Vanya whispers in a hot whisper in my ear.

From this low voice I wanted to shout right away. Looks into my eyes, in which again lust.

- Fuck, Masha, what are you doing to me?

His lips cover mine, glaring a kiss in his mouth.

And I fly again, or maybe I am floating on this blue sea, blue sky.

We still get to bed. He finally unfastens the buttons of my cloak, slowly, in anticipation, as if unpacking a cherished gift. Frees my body from clothes, and then slowly examines.

- You somehow changed, became more feminine, just breathtaking.

I strained. Say it! Now is a good opportunity to open up.

Uncle Vanya kisses my navel, gradually lowering below. When the depraved language touches the clitoris, I twitch, as in convulsions. Not! Not that moment. Then, someday I will say later. A coward! What a coward I am!

- Come to position 69, sweet, pick up my boy, and I will play with your ass. Do not worry, you're not preparing for nothing, beautiful, and fuck you there.

My lips tightly wrap more sluggish penis. Nothing! I know some effective tricks with which you can raise it. Uncle Vanya blows on my bosom. Stronger spread legs, offering him all myself. Looks, caresses eyes, but does nothing. Uncle Vanya is a torture torch, bring to the brink and retreat, waiting for me to completely blow the roof of desire, and I will begin to beg, beg him to fuck myself. Then suddenly it is immediately introduced everywhere, with anal plug in the ass, fingers inside, tongue licking the clitoris. I twitch and involuntarily release his penis from my lips. I freeze, enjoying the sensations. I just recently got two amazing orgasms, but again I want, I still want. What are you doing with me, Uncle Vanya!

He left him only after 4 hours, fully satisfied, even satiated. I sit in the park on a bench, trying to breathe the air that I miss so much in his presence. I look, probably strange. A slightly battered Frenchwoman, in a tightly buttoned raincoat, and it is in such and such heat. The evening was warm today, everyone walks around wearing T-shirts. But I'm not hot, on the contrary, shivering. There are so many people in the park, so many children. Their laughter, their joy penetrate me, delivering pain. Again, I did not him anything ... Read more →