Six days have passed.

Gosh, it's the same, jerking off every day for forty five minutes

My wife checked every night.

Gosh came up, she yanked off her panties and frowned - Again, jerking off?

In the evening, on the seventh day, after watching the series about Poirot, Fryusha turned off the TV.

- Let's sleep

Gosh worked at the computer - Yes

He saved the files, closed the Inventor and, checking the mail, turned off the computer.

I went into the bath and, after rinsing my hands and brushing my teeth, I came in and turned off the light, lay down.

...

Fryusha wanted in the morning.

She stood in the bath and brushed her teeth over the sink. Gosh entered and, dropping to his knees, pulled up his nightie and smacked her in the ass. She just moved her ass, mumbling something; mouth was busy brushing. He got up and, putting his wife on his shoulders, pressed a member to her priest. Fryusha's vagina twitched - the touch of his penis through the fabric of his underpants and nightie caused great excitement. She moved her legs, squeezing at the knees and mumbled - Oooyi - and, pulling the brush out of her mouth, repeated - Stand back.

...

For two hours, while she was washing the floors in the offices, a kiss and a poke of his cock burned the skin where he had touched her in the morning.

...

She lay waiting for him to touch her, already ready for sexual intercourse.

Gosh was lying on his back, eyes closed. From the desire in his chest grew trembling and he moved his hand, ran his fingers over her thigh.

- On the floor?

Spread out the blanket, lay next to half a minute, holding hands.

- Well?

He knelt down.

- Show it to me

- dark

- Turn on the light

He turned on the light.

She sat down and, supporting him with two fingers, examined - Why did you do this? It hurt him too.

I touched a dried up abrasion with my finger - Did you smear iodine? Now again you will rub to blood. Do we have grease?

- no

- Okay, turn off the light - and she lay down.

Spreading his legs, he stood over her.

She raised her left leg and touched her testicles with her fingers. I gently jabbed, held on the member, already excited, from the root to the head and from the head to the testicles - Come to me - and bent at the knees, spread her legs.

Kneeling and leaning with his left hand, he sent his penis into the vagina with his right hand. She parted her lips with his hands, and he pressed his head against them. After a while he began to press the head into the introitus. But the head did not pass.

- Excluded? And what to do now?

- Come again - and he again tried to push the head into the vagina.

She screamed, twitching - It hurts!

- Maybe there is a condom, they are also lubricated

Condoms were, and he, opening his locker and, taking one, tore the packaging and the usual movement of the fingers of the right ... - the condom was not put on, slipping off the head. Holding two hands with his fingers and stretching, he again tried to pull and broke.

The second pulled on the penis, moving the foreskin. This one didn't break.

- They are lubricated? - she touched her finger - well, try it - and again she parted her lips with her hands.

He slowly pushed the head into the vagina, and she held her hands by his hands. There was a feeling that something stupid, thick and hard was being thrust into it. The head went into the vagina, and he plunged a member until he rested in the pubis.

- Slowly, move, just do not pull out all - and he, having made several frictions, slowly led the pelvis in a circle, and also slowly twirled her ass, again several frictions and again circular motion with the pelvis, but faster and voluptuous feeling of her asshole and making frictions He increasingly pulled out a member from her and enjoyed diving, feeling the prick against the walls of the vagina rubbing and, once again sinking the member, felt the condom tear, exposing the head and she felt it, coarsened and hardened foreskin but scrubbing the walls of the vagina and he stretched out his penis, and could not hold back anymore, he sharply and in one motion planted him for the entire length - she screamed and put her palms in his chest pushing away, but blinded by lust and, beast from her resistance, he raped her, reveling in her power over her flesh, and she,feeling pleasure mixed with each outbreak of pain, threw her back and, digging her fingers, began to shriek, experiencing voluptuousness from the sensation of ripping skin and when he increased the rate of frictions she felt a tingling in her fingertips and, losing control, twitched under him and wheezed, and from the feeling that it was not she, but someone, was bending her body with jerks with inhuman strength, his cold sweat flowed from under the arms and, pouring out sperm, he heard a growl and when it dawned on him that he growls to him it became scary ..

They lay in the dark, and she stroked his hand - Forgive, mm - she covered his mouth with her palm - Shut up, don't ... it was very ... I don’t know how to put it in words

He gently moved her palm. - And before that, was it?

- No ... I don’t know ... I don’t remember - she sat down - I’ll go under my arm - and, pinching my crotch, I got up, he held her hand - You really do not offend - and again, without letting him finish, she turned her head and releasing the hand answered - Super long, super thick, super heavy!

20.07.15

Chapter 8. The tract "Tiger Pad"

Gosh woke up.

Wife snuffled near.

Raising his head, he looked time: 7-45.

I did not want to piss, but the member stood: "Just in case ..." - he grinned.

She snored, lay on her back, and opened her eyes - Are you awake? What time is it?

- Quater to eight

- If you do not sleep, bring me pills

He got up and ..

- What's this? Is this yaaa ?! Come up - he came up - Back

She touched the already dried scratches - I do not remember anything. Does it hurt you? - she stroked her fingers scratches and blew on them - bring iodine, I will lubricate.

Gosh brought the pills and water in a glass, iodine.

After drinking the pills and smearing the scratches, Fryusha got up and put on a bathrobe and went to the toilet.

I wrote and remembered yesterday. Blotaton the lips with paper, washed away and returned to the bedroom.

Pulling off the cover from Gosha, she bent down and examined the penis.

- The blood dried on the wound, erased yesterday. A skin covered in cracks, it is necessary to lubricate. Podmoeshsya, I will lubricate.

Gosh looked and smiled.

- Why are you smiling. Why worn out? You were dressed?

- he broke

- broke? Aah, that's why my hair stuck together. Did you wash your hands?

- Not

- Go wash and check, we can there rags remained. Remember, I went to the gynecologist, and she pulled out of me half a gondon with sperm. That was a shame.

After washing his hands and kneeling, he spread his wife's legs. She looked and smiled - Gynecologist.

He opened his lips and stuck his finger in the vagina. My wife began to growl in her stomach, she farted and laughed. A member moved, pouring blood.

- I want it in the ass

“Dame, if you stop torturing him, the wounds will heal and he will become what I am used to.” Well, what's there, no rags? Pull out your finger and go under the shower, gynecologist.

He pulled his finger out of his pussy and, thrusting it into his mouth, sucked.

- What are you ... - she did not have time to grab his hand - why did you do it? Ugh, I'm going to be sick. Get out.

They had breakfast when the phone rang.

- Sit down, I will go - and she, getting up from the table, went into the hall.

- you

Gosh took the phone: - Yes - ... looked at his wife and went into the hall

- Who called? - asked Fryusha when he returned

- Vera

“Was the kettle burned again?”

- Something with a fridge

- Well, let him call the master

- I'll go see, we can there is nothing complicated

- What are you so drawn to her, in love?

- Fryusha, she's a cousin

- And what, cousins ​​do not fall in love.

...

An hour later, Fryusha left for work.

Georgy turned on the computer, went to his page in contact and read the message.

Having deleted the message, turned off the computer and called Sergei.

- Seryoga, I have an urgent business trip to the Far East, are you flying with me?

Sergey agreed.

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