Prologue
I already bored. They forgot about me, but then I heard a door squeak when opening and retreated into the bedroom. From the door came a contented sigh, rustling and footsteps with bare feet. She walked into the room and stretched, with a sigh of relief tightening her skirt and blouse. Clothes flew to the floor. Then she turned her back to me, and I saw her unbutton her bra. Call his bra did not turn his tongue. There are no bras, cups which can be worn on the head instead of a baseball cap! He went to the same pile. And she, with a sigh, judging by the movements, rubbed her freed charms. Going to the sofa, one smooth movement unbuckled the belt with stockings and pulled down the chic transparent pantalonchiki. And sitting on his edge began to get rid of the remnants of clothing, carefully removing stockings.

I looked with interest to an unexpected presentation. Another surprise. And she, having finished the exposure, again stretched to a crunch in the bones and left the room. The sound of the door being opened and the sound of the water pouring out of the shower prompted me where to look for it. I quietly went to the door ajar and looked into the slot. She was in the shower, gladly exposing the body to life-giving streams. My hands were stroking my tired body, walking with pleasure through my tummy, thighs, and huge breasts, I will not even say how big my breasts are. Here one dived between her legs, and the room filled with a contented moan.

I imagined what she was doing there and my “friend” immediately reminded me of myself. His end came out between the floors of the dressing gown like a compass needle, pointing at her. Hands down, I untied the dressing gown belt, and my hand closed on my penis, gently caressing him. Then she began to move, forcing the tense red head to hide under the soft skin, then climb out. I was in no hurry, usually she washed for a long time, and I had a “carriage” for a while.

- Fuck! - there was a slightly frightened voice, - well, what a way to sneak up, peep and jerk in a dark corner.

I froze.

- What are you standing like a pillar? - she continued, - and how do I tolerate you?

- ... - I was surprised to open my mouth, taking an involuntary step back.

- It would be better helped. Back rubbed, - she grumbled.

That's always the way! She has a “scent” on me! In any place he heals, no matter how I hide! Well what can you do, I like to look at naked women, especially when they dress ...

- Come on, go! Do not stand like a pillar! - she began to get angry.

“I'm coming,” I said.

Straightening his back and shrugging his shoulders, dropped his robe to the floor, and stepped forward, opening the door. She had already turned her back on me, and judging by the movements soaping the washcloth. Here was an interesting washcloth made like a mitten with a big soft nap. Without turning around, she handed me a mitten, turned off the water, and put her hands on the wall, pointedly sticking out a big white ass with widely spread legs. A shiver ran through my body when I put on my mitten and touched it. She knew how to drive me and I understood that.

I started to rub her back with smooth circular movements, and she involuntarily wagged her buttocks. Unable to endure, I stepped and pressed my hips to her buttocks, while my erect penis slid between her legs, pressing into a hot vulva.

“Yeah ...” she made a moaning moan, “rub there ...”

“I don’t know,” I thought to myself, moving my hips energetically.

Phallus gently slid along the vulva, but this was not enough for her and she, tearing one hand off the wall, pressed it up.

- Come on ... More ... More energetic ... - she moaned, through her teeth, enjoying the caress.

I was silent, having finished with my back, I almost lay down on top of her and took up her soft, white breasts, lush loaves hanging down. The already soft and mobile soapy, they simply "flowed" between my hands, which brought her extra buzz.

- Come on three ... - she moaned.

“Yes, I do,” I groaned.

- Stronger...

Continuing to knead the escaping breasts with one hand, I ran the other across the stomach and laid it on the arm that pressed my organ to the vulva.

“Oh,” she hissed, and, arching her back, added, “come on!”

I took her by the sides and, putting a member to the entrance to the vagina, one sharp movement drove him to the very eggs. The vagina took my gift, the thigh loudly hit the buttocks, and the scrotum hip. Without stopping, I went back and forth like a piston in a glass cylinder. This was nothing romantic, just sex, relieving sexual tension and getting an orgasm.

She was not spoiled by sexual pleasures, had a rather narrow vagina and beautiful soft and very, even very very large breasts. The clitoris was also comparable to them, and was about the size of a huge bean. The funny thing is that I operated on words that she only heard and did not represent their actual meaning ... Yes, that words, to live and stand in a queue, so that by permission of some bureaucrats toli to get permission, they will shag the failure every six months to have sex with a peasant, confused by constant sexual pleasures and based only on medicines ...

Well, when I turned up, she, of course, clutched at me with both hands despite the ban. And I had to sit out somewhere, gain strength and decide what to do next.

I ducked, my hands slipped down, tearing at her breasts.

- Oh ... - she squeezed out of yourself ...

And I twisted her nipples and squeezed to the white spots lovely "watermelons", appetizing nipples swinging. Finally, having played enough, I let go of one breast and put it on the shaved pubis. She froze. And at that moment I grabbed her clit with a pinch.

She screamed like a wounded beast, twitched in convulsions, and I felt her vagina shrink rhythmically, my stomach came in spasms and my hips stiffened. She finished, screaming wildly and arching under my incessant blows. Her legs gave way, and her limp body slid to the floor. His face was twisted with a grimace, his mouth was open trying to sigh in vain, and his body was beaten with convulsions and convulsions.

I knelt and began to bring myself to orgasm, until a jet of sperm splashed in her face. After that, I got up and opened the water. And she lay under the water jets, turning her face to the side so that no water would fall on him. Rinsing, I walked out as she slowly, on trembling legs, was lifted from the floor.