I once again remained out of work. Already when my beloved beast began to show its frantic temperament, the pleasure carousel threw me to the side of the road, and in a simple way, with such an amplitude, my dick jumped out of my wife's already starting to convulsively shrink. I was far from an orgasm, and I also didn’t want to break the temperamental couple of sex maniacs, stopping and knocking off the pace, trying to return to the wife's bosom. So, kneeling over a couple who had calmed down on the floor, with a brilliant member in favor, I turned my eyes to Irishka.

She was sitting on the edge of the coffee table, legs crossed. With one hand she held a tablet aimed at us. Looks like she guessed to put a video mode. With the other hand, she crept over her nipple through the robe. At the same time, her legs, along with her ass, strained and relaxed. She tangled her long legs into a pigtail, and squeezed them, fidgeting at the edge of the table, as if she wanted to go to the toilet.

Feeling that I was looking at her, she turned her foggy look on me. Finally. Now even the tank could not stop me. As an icebreaker on clear water, I climbed up and moved on it. She, frightenedly slapping her eyelashes, froze, not taking her eyes off me. Gently taking the tablet and throwing it on the chair, I took her hand, and stepping over a couple lying on the floor, led me to the sofa, spun it around and literally threw Irishka at it. Irishka slammed her booty onto the sofa, lay on her back, continuing to clap her eyelashes, and without uttering a word. I knelt before her, spread my legs, and pulled the dressing gown in different directions. The buttons were shot with joyous shot, exposing tanned legs, and small, translucent thongs. Also, without uttering a word, I pulled the strip of panties to the side, in passing noting the red, swollen lips of her tender bud. Grabbed one leg and pulled over. Holding a dick and running it over soft, moist lips, I entered it without further ado. Irishka, as if waiting for this. Throwing back her head and unbuttoning the last, top button, she freed herself from her robe, exposing her chest, took hold of it with both hands. Throwing a second leg on his shoulders, clutching his hips, and lowered her even lower, so that her ass hung in the air, entered into it on the most "tomatoes".

I did not hurry and did not hurry. Savoring, finally, every millimeter of her body, pussy, feeling her lean body with her gaze, I began to sink into the hot pool of her wet passion. Irishka's hands and legs goose bumps. I kissed her legs wherever I could reach, without stopping slowly and deeply entering it. Putting my hand on the lower abdomen, and slightly leaning back, I felt through her silky, hot skin, as my cock goes inside. I pulled her so that her hips rose under the pressure of my penis, I changed the pace and depth of penetration. Sometimes I completely got out of it and then went in with a swing. In general, I caught the buzz and slowly enjoyed the process itself. Irishka, having accepted the rules of my game, relaxed, went limp and seemed every inch of her elastic, hot, wet pussy, and also studied every cell of my penis. It was bliss. It seemed to me that we could do this forever. And as soon as I thought about it, a dissatisfied little worm immediately appeared inside, which for some reason peremptorily demanded more. Irishka, it seems on the mental level, saw this insect itself and began to drive her hips, resting its heels on my back and clinging to me.

I grabbed her ass and gently lowered her legs. She gently slid off my dick and slowly slid off the couch, sitting on the floor.Without opening her eyes, she froze for a moment, waiting for my actions. I pulled her hand, she, without opening her eyes, smoothly, as in a dream, turned her back to me, kneeling. I pushed her forward until her thighs rested on the sofa. He leaned with one knee on the sofa and put in half a member. He put his second leg on the sofa, grabbed her shoulders and slowly entered to the very end, so that the elastic partition between the pussy and ass rested against the base of the penis, and the penis crunched. The head slipped on the uterus, and stretching the elastic walls of the cave stopped somewhere in the middle of mine and judged by the groan of its heart.

I owned this woman, walked along the strings of her innermost desires and got to the point. Her fingers, laid back on the couch, clenched into fists, she lowered her head and arched her back. For the second time in a day, I watched this resilient, flexible, tanned back, strained like a bowstring. After waiting a moment, I didn’t take out a penis a millimeter, I just loosened the pressure and again gently pressed, again slipping on the uterus and stretching her pussy. Irishku shuddered. I repeated the movement. More and more. Slowly, pausing between movements. Irishka groaned, leaned on my hips, making it clear that the time to play was over. Then I took two hands over her shoulders and began to sweep, taking out half and driving the penis to the end, began to ram this sweet bud. I forgot about my feelings, stopped feeling dick, just watched as Irina drove her hips, and my head slid over this hard uterus tubercle, stretching her pussy, then on the one hand, then on the other.

- It's time to think about yourself, - I thought. It is necessary to focus on sensations, to catch a thin line, similar to the border between water and air, and along this thin border to rise to a wave of pleasure.

Only at the bottom of the abdomen the fire started to flare up, as my beloved jumped onto the sofa. I mentally obamatil it on what the world is worth. Julia, on all fours, gracefully, like a cat crawled up to Irina. She ran her hand over my testicles, Irishkina's pussy and, ducking under her, grasped the nipple with one hand, caught her second with her lips, and ruled her pussy with her free hand. Irishka grabbed her head, pulled her closer, uttering a long groan. Then Julia pulled her hair until Yulkino's face was opposite her, and passionately, like lovers, hustled and dug into her lips. It was a long and passionate kiss. At the same time, Irishka squeezed and pulled Yulkin’s nipple so that I thought she would tear it off. Then Irishka dug her lips into Yulkin’s second breast, and Julia was already half lying on the back of the sofa, grabbed her head, pressed to herself.

I continued to plow poor Irishkina's pussy, but all my attempts to find the thread of my own pleasure these two beasts turned into dust.

Julia, pulling herself up in her arms, sat on the back of the sofa, exposing her wet, in her own juices and Alexander's sperm pussy to Irina's face. She without hesitation dug into her lips. Julia, wagging her hips and putting her pussy or clit under the irrepressible tongue of Irina, ran her fingers into her hair, pressed her face closer to her. After a couple of minutes of torment, Irishka added two fingers to her tongue, driving them to the ground. Julia intercepted her hand, and frantically turning over with a shaking hand, sent all four fingers of Irina to herself. Then, she grabbed her wrist, slowly, baring her clenched teeth, literally planted on her palm to the base of the thumb. Realizing her desire, Irina began hammering her already with her hand, then growling, then sobbing. Julia again grabbed her hair, tightly pressed to her, her second hand clutching her chest and squeezing the nipple between the thumb and index fingers.

A minute later, Irishka screamed loudly, huddled in a shudder and somehow quickly went quiet. She first lips, then cheek slipped on the leg of Julia and limply fell silent on the sofa. Julia at first, did not understand what had happened, tried to make her move her hand, but she slipped out of her pussy and fell limply alongside her mistress.I finally stopped trying to finish today, let go of Irishkina’s hips and she slid to the floor, putting her head on her hands and squeezing her legs tightly.

My beloved, unseeing eyes, somehow saw my long-suffering member sticking up to the ceiling, quickly slipped on the sofa, grabbed onto it, ... Read more →