I grabbed her head, helping and directing the movement. And she squeezed her breasts with one hand, twisting and pulling off her nipples for golden dumbbells, and the second pulling off the side elastic of panties, caressed her vulva. Wheezing, smacking, incoherent cheers and heavy breathing filled a small, wet room.
Carried away, I only realized at the last moment that I had arrived:
- I'm finishing! - I solemnly hoarse and tried to step back, whatever the sperm got into my, probably, future mother-in-law.
But she seemed to be waiting for this, and clung to me like ticks, not letting the phallus out of her mouth. My scrotum became small, and my testicles were so big ... All muscles tightened, and the benign spasms that engulfed my body forced me to pour semen into her mouth. Every now and again. And Lyubov Semenovna, continuing to strung on me in the same way, began choking on her to swallow! The part that was being squeezed out by the member who was walking in the mouth came out at the corners of her lips, flowed along her chin, dripped on her chest ... We swirled, I pressed her head to the body without leaving it. Pleasant orgasm spasms still tore my body, delivering a painful pleasure.

And then she began to break free, and I let her go. He leaned back, leaning against the wall. She took a few strained sighs, and looked at me with affection, almost muttering:
- I hope you are not exhausted? It would be possible to continue in a more convenient place ... In my bed, for example ?! - She cooed, collecting finger drops of sperm and relish licking it.
- Hardly ... - I wanted to say, but my body had a different opinion!
I was surprised to find that my drooping organ is standing up again, and I myself, right up to a shiver in my knees, want to fuck her!
- That's what I like the young! - She almost sang, stretching out her hand and stroking the phallus.
And I, remembering who this woman is and I became ill. And then he imagined that the door would now open and Sveta would enter ... Already shrugged. But my body reacted differently to this fantasy. The already tense trembled, slightly rocking, the head came out of the foreskin, and to the limit the stretched skin literally gleamed.

Now...

Sitting beside Alina with her eyes closed, I stroked her lean body. My clothes lay on the floor, and the member stuck up at an angle upwards, looking like a club at dusk. She was breathing heavily with her mouth parted. A shiver of waves dispersed from the touch of the hot body. I bent down, kissed her nose, and then fell to his lips. She threw her neck around, giving herself up, kissing, and her tongue a quick snake penetrated my mouth. I squeezed the pink nipples, she sobbed, snuggling closer to me. The hand slid along the tummy shaking from the touch and pressed against the pubis. Short hairs gently slipped under the palm. I grabbed them and pulled my hand up. Apparently she smacked, and Ali's body trembled, and her hips began to move. She, as if trying to cuddle up to my palm, groaned:
- Well, what are you doing with me?
- Nothing yet! I only caress ... - I whispered in her ear.
“Prodolzhay ...” she said almost syllablely, giving herself to caressing her.

My lips ran over the neck and moved to the not very big but elastic balls like breasts with nipples sticking up and to the sides. Kiss, with the capture of the nipple lips ...
- Yes ... More ... Second ...
- Of course, - I spread to the second nipple, and then again stuck to the first.
“Nobody caressed me so much ...” Alina breathed appreciatively with a gasp.
- Did you kiss your tummy? - I stuck to the navel hollow, launching the tip of the tongue there.
“Nooo ...” she jerked.
- And here? - I twisted, picked it up under my knees, lifted my legs up and spread it to the sides. Without waiting for an answer, I spent a hot tongue between the wet from the water and the juices of the plump lips.
- No-oh ... - overgrown, - in da-aaa! Still!

Having lowered the legs down, I, without prodding, treated the “excited” vulva with my tongue and lips. She was spinning in my arms: trying to dodge the excess of feelings; then, on the contrary, sticking out the crotch, trying to strengthen the contact between my face and my pussy. She no longer spoke, but only moaned, sometimes turning into a triumphant cry. And when my hard tongue penetrated her cave, she froze. The abdominal muscles twitched rhythmically, and, screaming, she began to finish, clogged up as if in a cramp on the bed. Hands spread out to the sides, crumpled up the blanket, head wound from side to side, small feet threw up a sheet, as if trying to tear it off the bed.
And as if the apotheosis of what happened in the forgotten far room, the included TV began to “beat the chimes”!
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