- Today in Propaganda or in Sensation? - asked Roma, leaning back in his chair. Without waiting for an answer, he added. - Come here, I completed the release.

Anna looked up from the tablet, putting it to one side, jumped out of bed and a cat walked up to Roman, glancing at the screen. From the open browser page, two young girls looked at it. Their naked bodies were intertwined so that each pixel of the image literally radiated passion. The luxurious, fiery-red hair of the one above was scattered across her milk-white back. The face was filled with emotions that overwhelmed her: her head was thrown back, her eyes were covered, and her snow-white teeth lightly bit her lower lip. Hands, meanwhile, firmly hug the body of the second girl, who gently kisses her neck. The diminutive, dark-skinned, black-haired hair, even despite the fact that her face is hidden in a storm of fiery hair, at first glance it becomes clear that she has that thin, oriental beauty that few Asian women are endowed with. Her hands gently squeeze the ass red-haired. The outlandish color contrast causes a strange feeling that makes you look at this picture again and again. The caption in the photo read: “Beijing stories ep. 24 ". Anna closely studied the picture.

- You again did not cover these moles on my back! - indignantly exclaimed Anna. - I asked you!

- Come on, they are very much for you! - smiling, said Roman. Pulling Anya to himself, and sitting on his lap, he repeated. - So, where today?

“To Propaganda, I think,” Anna replied thoughtfully, and after a moment she felt Roman's hand slowly making their way under her skirt.

- Wow! And what is this? - Roman screamed in amazement. Merry notes sparkled in his voice, - Today is my shift! Or are you going to write off my scrap completely?

His hand grasped the edge of the anal plug, the tip of which protruded from the ass. He pulled over. The cork did not move, but Roman felt how Anna had tightened. He pulled harder - Anna exhaled loudly. Climbing her free hand under her T-shirt, he stroked her flat tummy.

- Well, Ro-ohm! - Anna plaintively protested. - You yourself say that your shift. Work the same!

But he had already picked her up. Three steps, and he puts her on the bed. Out of the corner of his eye he notices that on the screen of the tablet, which Anna put aside, plays a very hot video. All the same passionate, red-haired girl, lying in position 69 with a gorgeous, curvaceous blonde. The redhead is focused, her tongue methodically, with the arrangement caresses the clitoris of a new girlfriend, sometimes gently licking the scrotum and the base of the penis, who frantically rambles the blonde. Despite the fact that the video goes without sound, it seemed to Roman that he clearly hears these muffled claps of a strong male body, oh soft, girlish ass. Here the man’s hand rises, followed by a ringing slap. He hears rapid breathing, sighs, constricted moans, and a soft squelch when a member comes out of a moist, pink womb in one jerk, and enters a conveniently substituted mouth in reverse. Another movement, he strains, and shoots a portion of thick sperm directly into the throat. In the throat of his wife - his beloved Ani. This was their first video in which they decided to call another girl into their bedroom. Filmed back in Moscow, the video was significantly inferior in quality to what they were doing now, but caused a feeling of pleasant nostalgia.

Roma pushed the tablet away with a careless movement of his hand, and flopped down next to Anna. She smiled conspiratorially.

- Wow! What do we have here? - Ani's hand gently stroked Roma's already solidly stiffened member.

“Who would say,” he answered, and again touched the traffic jam. Only the tip protruded from Anina's ass.There was no panties on it, and the spectacle, I must say, was amazing: a clean-shaven pussy, with a short haircut over the knob of the clitoris; neat, slightly swollen labia, slightly opened, moisture glittered on them, and a foreign red object, giving this picture a special piquancy. He put his hand on her thigh, slowly crawling up to her, finally pushing back the already thrown back skirt. Reaching the end, tightly squeezing the buttock, his hand dropped below - his middle finger slipped into her pussy. Anya gasped loudly.

- Ro-ohm! It is impossible! - Roman did not think to stop. His hand was already confidently lying on her pubis, and only increased the pace, - Ah! Let me show you a better show.

He froze. Dramatically reducing the pace, thinking, made two reciprocating motion in a warm, tightly compressing his finger hole. Roma tried to treat his work as responsibly as possible. Still, for the sake of this work, he sacrificed much, and believed in it with all his heart. And also, as they and Anya both knew, the more excitement he accumulated a day before the shooting, the more emotional and expressive the result awaited them that night. His fervor subsided, and he gratefully looked at his wife, marveling at her talent for finding a mutually beneficial compromise. He pulled away.

The same, in turn, abruptly straightened her skirt, rose from the bed and popped out with an arrow into the next room.

- Give me a couple of minutes - just heard Roman because of the closing door. Getting up, he walked over to the table and filled a glass standing there with warm sweet liquid, either with gelatin or pieces of fruit. A strange drink that is drunk in this country all the locals. Taking the glass in his hands, he slowly sat in the huge chair that stood in front of the bed. The light from a huge window that occupied the entire opposite wall hit him in the eyes.

Frowning, he got up, gathered to draw the curtains, but then a redhead in a fiery red dress swept into the room in a whirlwind. She pushed him hard onto the bed. Not keeping his balance, he nevertheless fell, and when he lifted his head, he managed to see only how the light plays on his wife's loose hair, giving them a purple tint. For these couple of minutes she was impressively transformed. Instead of a fragile, charming girl with two playful pigtails, he was watched by a stately, charming woman with an incomplete third breast size, in a short satin dress that he liked so much, and with long legs, pulled into black stockings and shod in red shoes, on a low heel .

Played music. Eurythmics' Sweet Dreams Are Made of This is not just another cover or remix. Anya grabbed his hands and pulled him tightly. Leaning forward, he rose to meet her. Having clung to him with her whole body, she began to push him towards the chair. Roma decided to accept her rules and, obediently, sat down again in the chair.

God, how beautiful she was dancing. Her movements were imbued with elegance and grace, and not dictated by the latest fashion trends. Her passion and drive were transmitted to him - he began to get excited again. Anya stroked her body in dance, her chest, gently shaking her hips, she raised her hands up, and turned her back to him so that he realized that one thing in her image remained unchanged - the butt plug was still inside her. Roman swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth. And now, a couple of energetic movements, and the dress flies to the side. His muse remains only in an elegant black bra and stockings, attached to the belt, encircling her slim waist.

She sits on the bed, her white skin and black negligee look immaculately on snow-white bedding. Sitting, shaking legs under her like diligent Japanese schoolgirls, she caresses her chest, looking him straight in the eyes. The hand climbs under the bra, squeezes the nipple, at least, so it seemed to him, judging by the way she averted her eyes and opened her mouth, uttering a low moan.Stroking her body, she leans back, spreading her legs wide and sitting so that he can see every fold of her charms. She gently pulls her clitoris with her left hand, and with her right hand, brings it to her face, and with such enthusiasm she licks her finger, so that Roman had no doubt if ...