But then I did not think about it.

Remembering now what was going on with us in her office, thinking about the phrase: “There are no generals in the bathhouse”, - at least the duchess stood before me and it was visible. She was breathing heavily and her face was flushed, but she did not lose her slim bearing and noble features. She was truly a beautiful and noble woman. The feeling was as if I was the favorite of the empress. And we all know that delay is like death. You can not keep waiting for such important persons.

No sooner said than done.

Pressing Inna to the table, without taking off her panties, I fell down on her crotch. God, how she smelled, she smelled. I leaned my nose against her pubic hair. This smell splashed adrenaline into the blood. My woman, even though I didn’t have it yet, but was close to it, squeezed my hips and clasped my head, pressed on the back of my head, calling for more to touch her languid places. I didn’t force myself to ask twice - holding on to my priest I pulled this flower to me and began to run my nose up and down and left and right. Inna, unable to withstand the excitement and fearing that her knees were about to buckle, leaned with one hand on the table. It only provoked me and I with a sharp movement pushed down the only piece of fabric that remained on the body of an incomparable lover. She deftly threw them off and returned to the original, enjoying the way I literally eat it with my own eyes - a thin strip of dark hair, like an arrow pointing to a vagina that is bursting with heat. In my turn, without looking away, I admired its gorgeous flower: the sponges flushed and opened like the wings of a butterfly, ready to fly away at any moment. Gently, barely breathing, I began to drive on her hot wet pussy, deepening my fingers in search of the clitoris. Much time was not needed for this, since the little pea itself was in the fingers. Then I decided not to waste time on trifles and removed my fingers, to which my frau’s body reacted only to an insult. And without letting her say anything, he pressed his lips and tongue to the source of moisture. What happened to her. She squirmed like a snake, holding my head in the crotch, tilting her head back, breathing intermittently and loudly.

I was always wound up, as a woman is excited by flirting and caressing her body - which you don’t touch: lips, neck, ears, breasts, fingers and toes, belly, and of course everything below the abdomen leads women into a frenzy. The main thing is to do it carefully and do not rush.

It was the peak of pleasure for me. Inside, I exulted.

But my nature also required affection and warmth, and in the literal sense. The zipper on the pants seemed about to disperse from arousal. Without thinking, looking up from Inna's pussy, I got up and began to throw off my shoes and use my stiff fingers to unbutton my belt and pull my pants down. At that moment, my lady looked at me with a blank look. She wanted. I wanted to take my cock inside myself.

She would know how I wanted to immerse him in her red-hot bosom.

Having coped with the last item of clothing on myself, I stood before Inna completely naked. She looked with obvious curiosity at what the trousers were hiding.

- Wow! - She was inspired and ran her fingers over my body.

Then it dawned on me that during all this time we did not say a word - our bodies spoke for us.

I approached this stunning woman sitting on the table, and slightly pressing down on her chest, made it clear that I would like her to lean back. She sank down on her elbows and raised her legs. I, with my penis, standing like a Jack Sparrow's compass - in the direction of the treasure, walked right up and ran it a couple of times over my wet lips. For heavy sighs, I understood to stop torturing us - it's time!

And he entered.

I will say this, even though Roald Amundsen was the first researcher to visit the South Pole, this does not prevent other living people who are going to the pole to find themselves there and see the virginity and untouched nature. I felt like the discoverer of the tropics hot and humid: even if there was someone before me, I still felt with my whole body the primordial and unexploredness of these places.

She was hot. So hot that he barely entered it, barely restrained himself not to end.

For some time we did not move, got used to new sensations. I was surprised that her pussy is so tight, although she is not 17 years old. I was right in my assumptions - life with a husband was not personal and turned into a daily routine. It seemed to me a crime not to want such a woman, not to pay attention to her body and to the languid look full of fire.

But I digress.

Not for long, I was in a state of rest, and began to sway back and forth, smoothly introducing the penis into the hot and wet vagina of my beauty. Now she was mine. I took her. Slowly, not like in porn movies, when an actor with a running start flies into a painted doll, no, it was a gentle and at the same time hot passion.

To make my attitude towards her clear, I will say that in a fit of feelings, there was no desire to call her a dirty slut or somehow humiliate her, because she eventually gave me, apart from sex itself, an incomparable feeling of his expectation.

My dick slid inside like a sled across the ice. And I, like a drilling rig, went deeper and deeper, not forgetting to delight my dark-haired beast of touching and stroking. Inna's chest flapped like a shuttle on the waves at my every entrance. It was fascinating. I looked at her, then at her chest, then at the stomach, then looked at the legs, which some time ago were shoes and pantyhose. I was so excited by this thought that I intensified the shocks, which certainly affected my lady - judging by the frequent breathing, she definitely liked it, and in order to give her even more pleasure I brought Inna's legs together, lifted up and began to lick the toes of her feet - before they beckoned me. Inna closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure, turning over her nipples. I also felt at ease - the already dense bud of love now wrapped my penis even stronger.

Paradoxically, the more we had sex, the more I wanted this woman. And the less I wanted to finish our action and leave for the intermission, so I spread Inna's legs back to the sides and sped up. My companion, thinking that I was already finishing, moved my whole body forward — I just felt like she wanted to continue, at least a little more.

But I did not think to finish. I began to slowly slow down. Inna opened her eyes in which the dumb question froze: "What is the matter?"

Having finally stopped and without leaving her red-hot bosom, I leaned towards her and we again merged into a kiss. With my left hand, I was pulling at the nipple, which by that time was the size and color of ripe cherry. While kissing Inna noticed that sweat had come out over her upper lip. Having enjoyed the fervor conveyed to me through a kiss, I pulled away from her and took out my organ. On the face of my beauty again bewildered. To get her out of the stupor, he said:

- I want you from behind.

“Mmm,” the pretty woman grumbled, “come on!”

Without any ceremony, I lowered her legs to the ground and pulled her behind the ass, turned it 180 degrees, turned my back to me and ran my hand through my hair, and then went down from the neck to the bottom. There was sweat on her back.

- Oh! - Inna exhaled loudly from the touch of my cool hands.

- What are you hot, Innochka! - I gave, continuing to stroke her juicy ass.

- Like? She asked playfully.

I exhaled wordlessly, making it clear that the answer here is not required. Inna slightly shivered and added:

- Leshka, then enter soon! - and putting her right knee on the table, leaned slightly forward.

Coming close, and taking this beauty by the thighs, I spread her legs harder and returning to the attracting bud of love, eagerly leaned forward into her very depth. From such a strong and unexpected push Inna gasped. Her pussy trickled with life-giving moisture. I even thought at some point that ... Read more →