- What got you? It will be even better now. Well, and here so ... - whispered in her ear, rhythmically moving ass ...

Peter fucked Natasha for a long time. At first the woman was on her back, then she put her with cancer, with her forehead in the corner of the coupe, and continued to fuck her like that ... Then again on her back, but having stretched Natasha's legs almost to her ears ... When they finished, I don't know - I fell asleep. .. In the morning I woke up before all. Remembering the night adventure, I immediately looked down. Neither of which indicated what kind of battles took place here at night. Natasha, covered with a sheet, slept with her face turned to the wall. Peter snuffled on the shelf below me. Nechayeva dangling her arm was sleeping on her shelf.

Maybe I dreamed it?

Here Trofimova stirred and woke up. I closed my eyes.

I sleep, sleep!

Natasha lay down a little, looked around and rose from the shelf, wrapped in a sheet. Although she wrapped herself masterfully - quickly and from head to toe, but I saw that under the sheet Natasha was naked. Taking soap from her bag, some clothes she left the compartment ...

- Well, fuck our girl? - Suddenly came the voice of Nechaev.
I flinched:
- I do not know...
- Do not make a fool! I saw you spying on a sweet couple! ...

... Neither Natasha, nor Peter, nor Nechayeva, nor I showed in a word that something had happened at night. The only thing that has changed is that Trofimova tried not to leave the compartment, even for her phone calls. For dinner, Peter went to the dining car, but Natasha decided to call her home and went out into the corridor. Half an hour passed - neither Natasha, nor Peter ... Nechaeva was asleep, and I decided to go on the train - look where Trofimova got lost ...

Voices were heard from the vestibule. It was good that there was a small window at the door of the vestibule — I quietly looked into it — Peter and Natasha stood in the vestibule ...

- Natasha, why are you breaking again, how is it? - through the crash I dismantled the voice of Peter.

- You promised yesterday that once and for all this!

- What are you like a little - Peter was not configured to refuse. - You broke at night, and then it was not to appease ...

- Forget what happened yesterday. I was a fool, so I allowed it ...

- Yesterday she did, well, you can do it today! - Peter laughed.

I saw through the window how Peter pressed Natasha to the wall in the vestibule and with one hand reached under the robe.

- Fuck, Natalie, why are you in shorts?

- Peter, are you an idiot? Maybe I will walk without a train?

- So what? - neighing Peter. - Let's take them off!

- Stop it now! - Natasha pushed his cavalier, but in vain.

- What are you doing? Leave my cowards alone!

- You do not bitch legs, and let's step over, - Peter snuffled below. - But I’ll break ... That ... and the second ... And now let's bend down - I will love you ...

Natasha tried to object to something, but Peter turned her back on her, pulled up her robe on her back, cried to her palm ... All I saw was Peter’s swinging ass in sportswear and Trofimova’s white ass. That ass in workouts twitched faster and froze ...

Well, cattle! He ends up with her ... If only we can get to her pussy, and then what will happen to the mistress - to spit! Freak...

- Nice cunt! - Peter has made a “compliment” to Natasha, who has turned out to be angry. - I would fuck and fuck, but the years are not the same. Come on, my good, on your knees and tidy up after you ...

- You fucked me. What else? - Natasha turned her flushed face to Peter.

- I want to try your mouth! Take in your mouth?

- Never in my life! - Straightened in full growth Trofimova. - I didn’t even engage in such indecency with my husband! I'll go ... - she tried to go to the door.

- You go, of course! In the mouth you take and go! - Peter pressed the woman to the wall. - Oh, you swell what! My husband did not take, and I suck. On my knees, I said!

With these words, Peter forcefully pressed Natasha on the shoulders and she found herself in the required posture.

- Do not break, open your mouth ...

- You allow yourself that! - indignantly hissed Trofimova. - Let me go...

- Well, what are you doing? - Peter all the same did not leave hope to try Natasha's mouth. - Open your mouth, do not extinguish ... Well, suck me, and what? No one will ever know that I have unraveled you ...

- Enough! ... Mmmm ... - Trofimova closed her eyes and pressed tightly to her lips.

- Well, fuck you got me! - With these words, Peter squeezed Natasha's nostrils. She moaned, shook her head, but eventually opened her mouth to take a breath of air.

- Oops! - Peter roared loudly and with a short movement planted a woman's head on his penis. Trofimova tried to spit out a member, but the attempt was unsuccessful.

- Do not twitch, - Peter addressed to her, - nothing terrible happened! Everything, I opened your mouth - why resist? Come open your waffle maker wider ... Wider, more ... Well, that's it! See how easy it is! You do not stand idol, tongue tossing ... In, lick a prick ... And now take the cheek ... Alive! ... You should see your face with a dick in your mouth - you are a natural latch! And it is even better that your faithful - intellectuals look like real men in his mouth fuck ... Do not get distracted - suck ... Well suck, talent ... Oh, and well, like ... Hear, will you swallow or you on the face of a bug? You see how romantic I am - I give you a choice. Well, where?

I did not hear that Natasha answered, but Peter resounded:
- Well, in your mouth so in your mouth ... Come on, come on ... swallow ... do not stifle ... just like this ... Open your mouth - check it out! Well done, Natalie - cum lovers need to swallow! Get up

“I hate you ...” murmured Natasha.

- And I do not need to love. I need your holes, not love! Let your hubby play love in love, and I will just fuck you and all the business ... Show me your boobs! Such milkings are not often seen in women after forty. To the navel hang down and hang that spaniel's ears. Are you alright ...

“Why are you forcing me to do such things?” - Natasha's face blazed with anger. - Wife, too, ask for boobs to show?

- You do not touch your wife - she does not spread her legs before the first counter. And such a whore like you, I think no stranger. Come on, take care of your udder!

Natasha still stood with hands down. Then Peter decided to act on his own. He stretched out his hand and pulled at the waist of his robe. Bathrobe broke into two halves. Under the robe only the bra was visible - the woman had no panties on.

- Well, the very bra undo or give me the sacrament! - he stuck his fingers under the straps and began to strongly pull the fabric down, trying to tear thin straps.

- Enough! You will tear it to me - I myself, - Natasha has put her hands behind her back.

- Do not be shy - we are already close people with you ... - barely holding back the laughter "joked" Peter. Natasha opened the clasp and slid her breasts from her bra down.

- Take off your robe - remove this bra nafig! - in a businesslike order Peter. - You walk for a day with bare cunt and milking on the car, or anything will happen to you.

- Neither of which I will not shoot! - Downcast eyes firmly said Natasha. - And give me my pants ... I can not like this ...

- I can’t spit on yours! - Peter took Trofimova’s chest in his hand and began to knead her. - I say, unharness, if you walk around the train without underwear, then you will! And if you flutter - take the robe - you go into your compartment with a bare ass. Take off your gear, the last time I say!

... Trofimova took off her robe. The first time I saw her naked in normal light. Natasha was definitely a beautiful woman: narrow waist, like a woman's rounded hips, but of course her chest was the main attraction. People put that kind of money on plastic, and here it’s mother nature tried!

- Beautiful you fucking Natasha! - Peter clearly shared my opinion. - Fuck, I can not tolerate! - He pressed a woman against the iron wall, grabbed her under one knee with one hand, lifted him up ...

“Enough, Peter ... Anyone can login ...” Natasha tried to ask.

“You do not get out of here, but bring your dear guest to you,” Peter hissed back to her. “As long as I don't fuck you, I won't let go all the time ...”

I saw how Natasha’s hand went down.

- Do not rush ... Tease him with your pussy - lead on the slit ... Here ... And now catch it!

Peter leaned forward and the woman gasped loudly.

“Be a hospitable hostess,” he urged in his ear in a loud whisper, “lean back to make it easier for me to fuck.” So ... Oh, you ...- ass Peter began reciprocating ...

- Oh ... a ... oh ... a ... a ... a ... a ... a ... mommy ... oh ... oh ... a ... a ... - Natasha echoed him.

... - And now let's kneel. Faster! It fits!

Natasha hesitated a second, but then all the same she sank down on her knee in front of her lover.

- Open the mouth ... Faster! On ... on ... on ... Swallow-swallow - this is not for you a husband's dick. This is the seed of a real man! Well, delicious?

Peter pulled back from Natasha and his cock slipped out of her lips.

- Tasty, I ask? - he stared down on the disheveled Natasha.

- You are disgusting! - Trofimova with a unseeing glance looked in front of her.

- Am I disgusting? I am a normal man who has a family, work. You also have a job and a family, but you shake your udder in front of me, you eat up my sperm, you give me your pelvis ... And who among us is disgusting? I liked to swallow my cum, I ask again?

It was noticeable that Natasha in shame does not know where to put herself:

“Yes ...” she murmured.

- Wait. Give me a bra, - Natasha obediently handed the man a part of her wardrobe, which she still squeezed in her hand. Peter took him for cups and jerked to the sides, then the exact same fate befell the straps. Ten seconds later, only the remnants of what was Natasha's bra fell on the vestibule floor.

Here is a freak! The bra is from Victoria's Secret - the floor of my salary is worth it, and he is on rags ...

- You understood me? With bare cunt and bare udder until the end of the trip ...

- Yes, I understood ... - Natasha lowered her head.

- And now jerk my handsome with your tits and go into the compartment - otherwise your friends have been waiting for you, I guess.

- Like this? - Trofimova’s face was like a tomato.

- What are you, how small! - Peter looked at her and smiled. “When did you fuck your breasts?”

- Not...

“Okay, we'll deal with that later ... Well, then suck me a little more, and enough for as long as possible.” Do you hear?

Natasha dutifully stretched her lips to Peter's crotch ...

... I quietly returned to the compartment. Head was spinning.

This Khanyga Peter with Trofimova turns as if she is the last whore. And she tolerates it ... How? Why? I already regretted that last night did not scare Peter. Well fucking fucking, but what Peter makes with Natasha goes beyond. I wanted to help her, but how? To tell her that she saw Peter humiliate her and to say that she would not be afraid to fight back - if I’m connected ... No, no way out - who knows how she will react to what I saw, how some Kaldyr. Maybe I’ll do it with such a recognition ...

I stupidly did not know what to do ... Nothing happened before evening. Natasha returned, after her Peter.

She went to call a couple more times. But this time, so that she would not get in trouble with Peter, I followed her. I perfectly saw that it enrages him - surely he would have followed Natasha, dragged him to some vestibule or back room, and there he continued his “acquaintance” with her, but I did not risk doing this. But this is the way out! I will not leave Natasha and Peter alone, he will not do anything for her, and she will not know that I have seen her humiliation!
(to be continued)