Migom nestling behind, I began to lift up many skirts. Their rustling and lacelessly turned me on. Finally, decorated with transparent black ribbons, tights-stockings and white-red foam skirts and laces, tanned buttocks flashed. Pensively looking into the fire and sipping wine, the duchess bulged her ass, pulling out the big sex lips from the constant displacement. They parted a little, hanging out dark, wrinkled, obscenely excitable rags of small genital lips. Once I, not paying attention to the painfully excited cries of the Duchess, pulled them out as much as possible and measured five and a half centimeters in full weight! Today, he stupidly aimed the head and easily slid into the inside of this expensive whore to the wet emptiness.

Today, in anticipation of tomorrow's orgy, I had neither the time nor the desire for the preliminary games. That's why I told Evgeny to “effectively pull the dick” in front of the duchess. Everything worked: the slut became wet, like a pond.

With pleasure I entered the nineteen-year-old nipple with the eggs that had been drawn up to the fighting position, I reached out and, snarling deafly, bit her nape. The duchess cried gratefully and groaned:

- Baron! ... Without a trace, I ask you ... - but instantly pulled herself together and, swaying her haircut to the beat of my frictions, sang in a secular voice: - I hurt my husband in front of me. I have to walk with her hair loose, and they shamelessly tickle the neck. There, and without that, the skin is very delicate (God, to whom am I saying this?), And when it is also rubbed with your bristles, and it has been bitten ... Very embarrassing. But how can a poor girl hide the traces of the impudent one who conquered and possessed her ...

- I am ready to kill him for the fact that he has the opportunity to feel your taste every day, Katerina, - whispered fiercely in her ear, exaggerating a member.

- So kill! - Even more hotly whispered Duchess and naddala ass, swallowing my cock with her pussy on nowhere. - I'll be yours! And that you can every day ...

“Alas, Duchess, I don’t have Kazimir to have a blood feud,” I replied immediately, realizing the number of dicks with whom she would compare a man’s penis, while at the same time remembering the fate of the old duke.

“By the way, Baron, you are fuckingly impatient today,” she continued her small talk, taxiing back the most incredible eights. - What is it for?

- I wanted to sleep before tomorrow's action. But, my love, with you it is absolutely impossible!

- If you do not mind, change the position, and then the legs numb.

- Allow me.

She lay on her side, raising her skirts to the waist, and lifted a vertically smooth leg in black nylon pantyhose and awesome striptease stud. Attaching behind, I stuck a member and began to drive him, bent, like a bow. The duchess groaned thinly when my dick walked the rough J-zone for the first time, and then she often breathed. Her speech became slower, smoother, more rhythmic:

- So what is this event before which you so need to sleep?

- Tomorrow I am implementing the right of the first wedding night. A full five times.

- Hmm ... Indeed, you should sleep. Should I leave?

- How can you say so, Katerina! Yes, for the night with you, I will postpone these weddings for a week! - I took out her delicate big breasts from her cleavage with brownish nipples poured in and began to knead them with ecstasy.

- But do not cancel?

- How can you? Young waiting ...

She relaxed, moved a little, so that it was more convenient for me to play with breasts, and earned my ass to meet a member.

“I confess, I also do not shy away from using the right of the first night,” the duchess suddenly said, without opening her eyes.

To hide the daze, I asked:

- Katerina, let the missionary. I love watching the wave of your divine bust.

- Oh, Baron, how much can I ask you to call my breasts boobs? Light rude turns me on.

She turned on her back, gathered in a heap of limp fingers and wrapped her fingers in a heap of manicured fingers. Her brown hair was pictured on top of the polar bear's fur.

Raising and spreading my thin legs, I grumbled with my face into the wet tender flesh of her cunt, waggled there, moaning, sucking, licking, biting, sobbing and sipping. Very tasty - with little, but sour, with a hint of astringency. My favorite oral vulva. The Duchess moaned desperately and began to frantically swing her pelvis, pressing her pussy into my face. Shreds of foam from saliva and vaginal lubricant flew over the bear's skin.

“I will not enter until you call,” I said indistinctly, biting into tender flesh.

- Oh, Baron, enter me! - immediately the duchess groaned.

Not only weak on the front end, but the rarity is unprincipled. I even lost interest, ready for a long game of a strong partisan and fucking fascist.

- I beg you! Have mercy! Enter me! I am so thirsty for your huge, smooth, delicious cock! I am a defenseless tender woman! I am in your power, you are free to do with me what you want! But I pray, make me happy with your penis! My twat craves a dick! But only your dick, my lord! He is so fat!

Oh, and it works, despite the falsity!

Zarychav, I drove with a swing member, again marveling that he flew along with the eggs - I just can not get used. For a few minutes, only the inarticulate animals filled the hunting lodge with two voices of excitement, they were echoed by the female sexual cunt - with an honest squish, for lack of speech.

- What was it? I finally whispered, hanging over her and watching the white breasts drenched in my saliva sway. - What did you say? ..

The duchess slyly smiled her mouth with smeared bardic lipstick and eyes with smeared mascara, which made her look like a very cute raccoon:

- We were so taught in the Academy. Basic course. The teachers spoke correctly: men are animals with unconditioned reflexes ...

“You would try to cope with such NLP yourself,” I grumbled, not slowing down the frictions.

“They coped,” the duchess nodded respectfully to the memories, rolling her eyes. - To raise them it took much more ...

- For example! - I demanded.

“The next meeting,” the duchess smiled vengefully. - While you still do not deserve.

- Ah well! - I grabbed her by the neck with both hands and squeezed, furiously hammering the naivagrenny member. The duchess rolled her eyes and wheezed. In fear, I let go of my hands.

“Returned back quickly,” she murmured, without changing her posture.

Oh you bitch! I squeezed her neck, according to all the rules. They are simple, these rules. Shut off oxygen in two ways. The first and obvious: to break the cartilage and squeeze the trachea, but it is an indispensable first aid. And the term. Who needs it? In fact, asphyxiation is the absence of oxygen in the brain. And for this, it is enough to gently squeeze the carotid arteries that feed the brain and go right under the skin. That is - no effort is required. Accordingly, no bruises. *

(* author's fantasy, not repeating, life threatening!)

The Duchess huddled under me in the first orgasm. Having habitually worked it out in the rhythm of a jackhammer, I fell off on my back to catch my breath. Some half a minute later, she had already taken my drooping organ into a highly experienced mouth; took fingers, on one of which the wedding ring sparkled.Oh, one screw movement of her head in a compartment with a reverse screw of a wet tongue was enough for my dick to make a combat configuration, and when the young duchess slid up and down, letting her snake-relaxed snake lash her lips, he became just a commando. Very wetly slipping to the very base, the duchess puffed out her cheeks, half-obscured the back side of the penis with her tongue-shaped “trough” and began to slowly create a vacuum in her mouth.

If she now raises on me fucking-innocent green eyes, very contrasting against the background of juicy, chestnut ... Read more →