prepared for more.

Suddenly, my eyes met someone's reproaching gaze. It was the driver looking at me with a clear conviction through the rearview mirror. I smiled at him affably and winked. He was embarrassed. I, smoothly slipping on the grease, slowly sat ass over the entire length of a member of Vladimir Nikolaevich.

- At ... at ... at! - I moaned sweetly, still looking in the rearview mirror.

The driver with hatred looked away.

I leaned back on Vladimir Nikolayevich and gave myself to his caresses. He grabbed my breasts with his own hands and squeezed them tightly. My hand is already frantically pulling the clitoris.

I started to move harder.

Vladimir Nikolayevich was clearly cramped in my ass. It took only a few moments, and he was already breathing heavily. His moan gradually began to grow, turning into a roar. Most likely, he could not hold back.

I understood everything, and quickly arched my back, I sat down as much as possible so that he was in me as deeply as possible at the time of orgasm. And I was not mistaken: having groped my protruding nipples, he squeezed them hard with his fingers and shouted:

- Ahhh !!!

His cock exploded with a strong hot stream in my ass.

I, too, could no longer so easily endure such a thing, and, to finish it, loudly screamed myself:

- Ahhh !!!

Our choir, from its low and my high-pitched voices, was deafeningly heard inside the car. For a moment, we merged into a single ecstasy and space and time for us ceased to exist ...

Suddenly, the car swerved to the right, interrupting our joint cry, and braked sharply, parking at the sidewalk. The engine was muffled and the music was interrupted.

- I can't work like that! - an irritated driver, slamming the door loudly, jumped out of the car and began to walk away with quick steps. We were a little taken aback, as we completely forgot about him. There was silence.

However, the pause was short. After a moment, Vladimir Nikolayevich and I were just dying of laughter, happily hugging each other.

Then he gently pulled out of me his slippery fighter. My ass while softly chvaknula, giving a small portion of the seed. But I was alert and immediately squeezed my anus with all my might.

- Yes, Julia Sergeevna, it seems you left me without a driver today! - he sneered, lightly tapping his fading sticky penis on my fluffy pubis. Beautiful reddish white strokes appeared on red curls. - I did not think that such a volcano of passion lies in you!

- But! - I laughed, noting to myself that Vladimir Nikolayevich had finally passed on me to “you”.

So we lay still a few sweet minutes. Outside the window, an uncrowded street had long been burning with night-lights.

- And this evening was saturated, and you can not surprise him with anything! - with a pathos quoted some classic Vladimir Nikolaevich pleased.

- Right so it is impossible! - I quipped, jokingly. “And if ...” I whispered in his ear and giggled.

- Oh my God! - ridiculous round his eyes, exclaimed Vladimir Nikolayevich and laughed. “I seem to be too old for such things!”

I kissed him. We began to dress.

All this time I was squeezing my sphincter, thinking of her husband.

***

We walked along the lane. After such a rich theater, I really wanted to take a walk. Vladimir Nikolaevich, leaving the car in the parking lot, decided to escort me, but, as he explained, to comply with the conspiracy, only to the yard, and not to the entrance.

- And then suddenly your home Othello is not sleeping and looking out the window! - he said.

He was so funny - gently holding my hand, carrying flowers and telling hilarious stories from his life. Moonlight added romance to this picture. Just a man in love, after a pleasant evening, accompanied the lady of his heart home. I was very good with him. And about the flowers, I swore him oath that there would be no problems with my husband.

We reached a dimly lit arch in front of my yard, which I informed him about. And then my cavalier, having decided that the meeting was over, began to say goodbye to me.But not so simple, dear!

The evening would not be complete without this thing, I thought, and resolutely turned my face to my boyfriend. Putting my hands on his shoulders and looking into his eyes, I raised my eyebrows with a hint. He did not seem to understand and was in slight confusion.

- I was not joking then in the car! - I said every word distinctly.

Vladimir Nikolaevich understood everything and at first was a little embarrassed. I watched his reaction with satisfaction.

He stood in indecision.

- The desire of a woman ... the law! - as the spell cast I.

Putting the bouquet on the asphalt, he began to unfasten the belt on his pants. I put my handbag to the bouquet and carefully, in order not to make a pull on the stockings, knelt in front of him.

Having brought his penis, which was still in a semi-erect state (still, I milked him properly today!), He sent it to me.

In order to dispel his embarrassment and cheer, I invitingly opened my mouth, put out a tongue and, looking into his eyes, stopped waiting.

“Oh, ooh ...” Vladimir Nikolayevich groaned, and at that very moment his hot urine splashed on my face. The air was filled with strong aroma.

The golden jet wandered down her cheeks and fell into her mouth and eyes. Because of the strong flow, I could see little and simply swallow as much as I could. It tasted slightly salty and had a pleasant bitterness. But this did not last long.

Abundantly dabbing my face and shoulders, Vladimir Nikolayevich sent a still tight stream to the neck, urinating on my chest and dress. Clenching my corset to my elbows, I felt that it began to fill like a glass. Wet heat pleasantly enveloped my body. I lost track of time. I just wanted to merge and dissolve in this warmth.

But, unfortunately, this life-giving stream was not eternal, and the trickle began to weaken. Shaking off the last drops on me, Vladimir Nikolaevich began to refuel.

I was kneeling in an alley, in a huge pool of urine. It flowed from me: the hairstyle began to fall apart, my red dress darkened, the mascara probably smeared on the cheeks and this persistent smell was everywhere. It was an incredible feeling! I got what I wanted. I was happy.

Having refueled, Vladimir Nikolayevich leaned over and kissed my cheek:

- Thank you for a nice evening!

- Thanks you! - I whispered.

And he walked away.

***

In the front door I was met by a concierge.

The lovely old Larisa Ivanovna, as always, sat at the counter and read a book. Surely it was Kuprin. Two days ago, in the same fleeting conversation, she told me that she had planned his reading immediately, as she ended up with Tyutchev's love lyrics, the volume of which I was giving to her to read.

- Kuprin, Larisa Ivanovna? - I asked with a smile.

- He is the swallow! - Hastily lowering the glasses on the nose, she replied. - Oh, and what did it rain that started? So did not pass the same! You're so blotchy, my dear!

- No, not rain, Larisa Ivanovna! - I burst into laughter. - The boys poured! No Ivan Kupala soon, that's preparing.

- Wow, mischievous! To them it was empty! Run home soon, or you'll catch a cold! She said thoughtfully.

- I'm on my way! - I answered and pressed the elevator call button.

***

- Dear, I'm at home! - I heard my wife's voice. - Meet me!

I was in the bedroom, but, of course, did not sleep. Yes, and how can you fall asleep, if the wife on a date!

Quickly jumping on the bed, I rushed into the hallway.

My joy has finally come. Wet from head to toe, with disheveled damp hair, with dripped mascara and lipstick smeared on her lips, she held a huge bouquet of red roses and smiled happily. I gently hugged her. She was charming.

- Is it raining outside? - I was surprised, taking flowers from her hands.

- Just a shower! - She said.

And the sharp smell coming from her, I realized that it was for the rain.

“Got off all right, Desdemona?”

- Oh yeah! - with a dreamy smile she stretched.

- Yes, you are my naughty! - lifting her in my arms and tearing her off the floor, I began to kiss her.

We kissed for a few minutes. Deep and passionate. Spouse loves it very much, and I, frankly, too.

- Honey, - she timidly interrupted - I have a surprise for you!

- Oh really! And what is it? - as if unsuspecting, I was surprised.

- Vladimir Nikolaevich gave you a present! - happily said spouse. - Run quickly and lie down on the bed! I'll bring it to you!

I undressed with a bullet and lay down on the bed. The wife took off the wet dress and corset and entered the bedroom in some stockings and shoes. My cock quivered with excitement, anticipating a strong discharge.

- Are you ready? - smiling, she asked.

- Yeah! Eyes close? - I replied.

- Optional!

With these words, she climbed into me in pose 69 so that her holes are located above my face. I immediately felt the smell of strawberry grease and fresh sperm, and I saw that on the red cannon and on the thighs there were its drying marks.

- In your ass your present! - Said his wife and firmly squeezed in my hands my dick standing with a stake.

Having spread the halves of the magnificent ass with my hands, I put my lips to the dark-maroon ring of her anus.

“Now,” the spouse said, sucked in her stomach and strained her buttocks. - Strawberry ... with ... cream ... - she nodded.

The tight little ring slowly opened and the warm sperm of Vladimir Nikolayevich, bubbling slightly, flowed in my tongue. Gentle, with a spicy aroma and a light strawberry moire, warmed for me by my wife - she was just as I love. It was this moment that I waited all evening.

Squeezing all the remnants of the seed from his wife's ass, I completely licked her pussy. All this time, her husband waited patiently, tightly clutching my trembling scepter.

Having collected and savored this wonderful mass in my mouth, I swallowed everything without a trace. And at that very moment my eyes went dark, and I realized that I could not hold back anymore.

- Bunny ... - I croaked, losing touch with reality.

Wife pulled down the foreskin.

I screamed.

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