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After a few glasses of cold champagne, I felt more comfortable, though Misha, who was frankly looking at vzlyad, was slightly nervous. I look at my husband ... Well, who would doubt? Sits on a chair with legs on the leg, laid out a cigarette and a cigarette lighter on the table, mustaches with a jerk, a lecherous look slides over Laura’s sturdy figure, adds brandy to her. Judging by the way he confidentially whispers to Laura of tenderness and compliments in his ear, he is clearly not in a hurry to leave, it’s not him who will have to deal with Misha, but me. So...

“Let's drink,” I offer nervously. I didn't get drunk in my plans, but if I was a little bit tipsy, it would be easier to begin to perceive the imminent inevitability. My idea was supported by Laura and the mustache.

- And you, Michael, do not you drink with us? - I ask Misha, noticing his glass of mineral water.

“Sorry, I don’t drink, I have such a job that they can call at any moment and get behind the wheel,” Misha replies and looks away.

Wait a minute, looked away to the side, eyes running, lying. Hour of an hour is no easier, or a drunken alcoholic, or a coded fool, I decided. In general, word for word, x ... m on the table, and as I did not try to delay this unpleasant moment, it came nevertheless ...

After the shower, I was the very last in the shower line, frantically clutching a large towel wrapped around my body, walking down the hall to the sound of quiet, unobtrusive music. In the middle of the room a huge fluffy bedspread was thrown on the floor, and on it were three naked bodies. Her knees trembled treacherously, there was a desire to find sand ... (note: see text above) Laura lay on her back, turning her head to the side, my husband flattened herself on her stomach between her legs and diligently licked her pussy. The trinity together snuffled, puffed and smacked, smacked two more, and Misha, closing his eyes, diligently moved his pelvis, plunging the penis into his wife's open mouth. I will not say that this picture excited me greatly, but the view of the mustached, caressing the tongue of someone else's crotch, tickled the already strained nerves.

- Mm, not bad settled, for the four bodies of the sofa or bed will not be enough. All three of them broke away from their pleasant activities and found a source of external irritation.

- Yes, it's me, and you did not wait? And deliberately slowly, lazily, lustfully throwing a towel on the floor. Well, now we will come off in full. Now we go for a ride. Where is the front row? Champagne was playing with blood, a lustful mood appeared. Squatting the whole husband passionately, the taste of another woman on his lips, did not cause disgust. The pleasant, spicy scent of Laura remained on his mustache.

“Have fun,” I whispered to my husband, breaking away from my lips, pushing him to continue what he had begun.

Misha just waited for this moment, his excited riser against my lips, I looked at him from the bottom up and stretched out my hand to stroke his hips. Looking into his eyes, I change my position, I sit my ass on my heels so comfortable, and begin to lick the head of his penis. I work hard with my tongue, I tickle the canal, teasing the bridle, as if it were an elongated lollipop, I slid my lips along the entire length of the penis. Misha breathes heavily with his hips, obviously wanting to take hold of the mouth completely. Returning to the bridle, my agile tongue strikes lightly at the junction with the foreskin. The head of the penis is swollen from the channel, the first drops stand out, I continue to tease, gently rolling his eggs in his hand. I stand still for a couple of seconds, giving a short break to both of us, and again violently caressing his vulnerable spot, without sparing myself, leading him to the top. Misha involuntarily pushes his hips forward, his orgasm is close. Hands squeeze my shoulders, moans fly out of his lips, and finally a volcanic eruption occurs. A hot volley shot, covering my neck and chest with thick, viscous sperm.

Another moan of pleasure comes from our side. Laura saddled the mustache and excitedly jumps on his penis.Wrapping her buttocks with her hands, my husband helps to keep this devilishly fast pace, which is growing and growing at a gallop. Droplets of sweat glisten on naked bodies, faces distorted by an approaching explosion of emotions. Noticing anything around, they seek to give each other pleasure, simultaneously and harmoniously working on the final climax. A powerful thigh of a mustache thighs up, a curved back of Laura ... A man and a woman merge together, reaching the limit of the possible. A shiver runs through the bodies, satisfied lust smoothes distorted faces. Born in the throes of lust orgasm covers both partners, crazy jumps, warm wave.

I feel the humidity between the thighs, for a minute, in all this fussy fuss I was left alone without sweets? Plus, drying out sperm unpleasantly chest skin. Looking around the field of sexual battles, mustache and Laura still catch their breath, heat, alcohol and rapid "gallop" brought them down for some time, Misha was also in a state that was detached from the world, but I will not masturbate like a fool before my eyes this contented trinity. It is necessary to choose younger partners the next time, at least they don’t blow off after the first time - I tick the box and go to the bathroom. Mustache, also a damn hero-lover, when he saw a new toy, he forgot about his old woman. Well, boatswain, I will arrange a sweet life for you at home ?!

After the break, we went for a second run, even though the shower cooled the anger, I was determined to grab my piece of cake. She won back Laura from her husband and began to tease, caress her hot crotch. Sex with a mustache inflamed her, and she was not at all opposed to continuing. Her hands wandered through my frail body, white strong hips lifted up trying to stop my tongue at their most desirable and so vulnerable point, her nipples swelled and sharpened, became small attracting cherries. My smart tongue ran through each fold ... Oh, what was that? The world turned over or from the heat went "roof", and Laura has already crushed me under my lips clinging to my clitoris, then kissing him passionately, then gently biting, from these passionate kisses I melted like wax, bathed in the tender caress of her tongue, drowned in whirlpool of pleasure. view of woven female bodies excited mustache. Adrenaline, blood, brandy all ran through the veins and rushed down, creating a new knot of lust in the groin, filling up his cock with this cocktail.

“Oh,” I gasped in disappointment as he tore Laura’s thighs from my lips.

Smiled to Misha, inviting him to join, but he just waved his hand and guiltily lowered his head down. Stupid question I did not have time to ask him, Laura managed, somehow, again to find my clitoris by mouth. All questions, and at the same time possible answers to them, left my mind, I did not waste time and no longer restrained myself surrendered to the power of a hot mouth, soft lips, tongue anticipating pleasure. Standing on all fours and bending her back, she tortured my pussy, experimented with lips, tongue of fingers, sucked and licked my clit, while a member of the mustache broke into her cave, and his eggs were increasingly beating on her ass. For the first time I experienced such pleasure from another woman ... I want, I can not tolerate, I feel his approaching ?! A long-awaited orgasm, like a high waterfall fell on me and sparkled with millions of splashes ...

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“Dear listen, while you were sleeping, Laura and Misha sent a message to my phone,” said the mustache and put the cup of coffee on the nightstand next to the bed.

Mm ... the smell of freshly brewed coffee was teasing, but I didn’t want to open my eyes, much less listen to the news that he was clearly in a hurry to tell me. A comfortable bed, your own beloved husband, coffee ... What else do I need to be happy?

- You know, dear, I liked the saucepan, but at the expense of the lid is not sure ...