The granny gasped and rushed to the defeated spouse, and I, with a fright, unable to hold onto Sergey, slid down, hitting a heated vagina exactly on the old man's head. My legs were numb, and I was desperately trying to get out of the face of an elderly man. While the old woman fumbled in the pockets of her grandfather in search of "Validol," or of some other Drug for the Resurrection of the Sick, I felt that I was there ... Sucked!

Old Stump did not lose his head, and began to lick me off - probably, as compensation for the damage. Neither Sergey nor God’s Dandelion even imagined what passions were raging right in front of their nose, and I was in no hurry to get up from Old Lizun: he was good at working with his tongue.

- What are you doing?! - the hag cried, noticing, finally, that the chin of her life partner smoothly passed into my wet pubis.

- This is artificial respiration! Mouth to mouth, - I mumbled the first thing that came to my mind, and tried to get up. However, the participant of the Bastille sitting put me back on the face with such agility, which I could not expect from him at all, and began to suck my pussy with triple strength - stifling loudly, chomping, and savoring my tongue.

“Can you help me up?” - Sergey asked me with the participation, guessing that “this is“ ZHZh ”for a reason, and not hurrying to pull me out of the sacred rite of the Old Shaman.

- Yes ... No ... I do not know, - I gave an exhaustive answer, involuntarily forcing the old man’s mouth: I understood that I would end now, no matter what.

- Remove this patasuha! - screamed the old woman, clutching at the heart and at my boobs, trying to free her elder from the wet captivity of the girl's genitalia.

When the old woman started grabbing my sensitive nipples, I got even more excited. I powerfully pushed my hips, something snapped beneath me, and the old man's cracked jaw rolled back to the side. Now, the gums, which the old man actively earned, were also added to the lips and tongue, and I sank in the orgy of sensations - I had never experienced such tactile pleasure.

- Fuck-aaaa! Cumming! - I cried and filled the old man on the very neck: I heard him gurgling, drank me excitedly.

While my husband was dragging me away from a happy old man, and I was beating in sweet convulsions, an old woman silently moved down the wall of the elevator, and poked her faithful spouse's face in the groin. The grandfather, who suddenly became enlightened, smiled at his toothless, slobber mouth, and began to fussily unbuckle the codpiece. Fortunately, the elevator finally reached the ground floor and we quickly left this mobile den of lust and depravity, trying not to watch the rejuvenated old footsteps attach their sluggish macaroni, accidentally found in the wilds of underpants ...

I put myself in order in the toilet on the first floor, and went out to see my husband, who was waiting for me in the lobby of the hotel for a righteous trial. To my great joy, Sergey said that he was not offended at me: it was an accident in the performance of the Old Testament morel that didn’t pull on treason - more likely, on an accident. "Lucky case", I mentally corrected spouse, and threw herself on his neck with kisses - atone for sins.

“Only now they follow me once,” said Sergey, looking up from my hot kisses, “some kind of non-obliging casual“ leftist, ”he specified.

“Fuck you, not“ leftist, ”I snapped, and we decided on that.

However, Sergey was excited “not childishly”, looking at my perversions with the old remnant in the elevator, and even waiting in the hall could not temper his ardor: “Fire in the jungle” from the “Hawaiian” smoothly switched to his fitting shorts. His condition immediately struck by the protruding fire-tower.I offered to return to the room to "put out the fire", but Sergey shook his head negatively:
- Here.

- Here "- where exactly? In the lobby of the hotel?

“No matter where — but not in the room.”

- You are crazy!

- A bargain is a bargain!

When Sergey mentioned about the money, I felt that my money colossus could be on clay feet, and suddenly crumble to dust. I frantically sought out a secluded spot for a quick and easy fuck. My eyes fell on the lobby bar: behind its glass case no one could be seen, not even the bartender. I grabbed my spouse and dragged his frontal place to the lobby bar.

There was a pleasant coolness inside the room. We stood at the high bar counter: our rears covered ficuses and palm trees. I could not wait to go shopping, and I decided not to pull the cat by the balls, but to take advantage of what was at hand. Kneeling down, with a decisive gesture, I pulled off my shorts along with my underpants and played on my leather flute my favorite tune of love. Sergey squeezed his eyes from pleasure, threw back his head, and began to beat the rhythm with his hand on the bar counter, to which I quickly adapted. With the other hand, he grabbed my hair, and just started fucking my mouth, adjusting the depth and speed of penetration.

- Whiskey, sir? - Suddenly there was a sympathetic voice from above, and I froze as I inhaled.

Apparently the bartender who approached in his own way interpreted Sergey’s tapping on the tabletop, and offered him a drink: what else could the bartender offer ?!

- Yes ... Make a double - my husband was not taken aback, and continued to move.

He stood close to the bar, smelled excellent whiskey, and ebal in my mouth in the presence of an unsuspecting bartender. It seemed to me somewhat unfair, and I pulled him by the scrotum. When he looked at me, I gestured to let me know that I also wanted to drink. Sergei did not find anything better than ordering a bottle of soda, which he quietly sent for me down. I bit his head with my teeth, and the evil looked at him - I was not going to become a staunch sobber right now, sucking under the stand of her husband sucking whiskey.

- The weather is wonderful today, isn't it? - said the bartender, trying to somehow keep the conversation going: my Sergey just puffed and sipped his whiskey - for the second time already, bitch.

“Is it true,” my faithful finally squeezed out of himself and sat down abruptly: it was I who gave him under my knees for anger.

He suddenly began to push me into the river lobster position. I obediently turned on my non-verbal demand with cancer and buried my face in the ficus standing nearby. It was an ancient plant with a thick trunk and wide leaves - maybe not a ficus at all, but this tree perfectly hid me from prying eyes from the lobby of the hotel. Sergey pulled up my dress, and I was ready to take on board. He pushed me so hard that I inadvertently made an indecent sound.

“Indigestion,” Sergey explained to the apparently surprised bartender and pinched my ass.

I stood, closing my eyes, clinging to the tub with the “ficus”, and tried to take a punch: Sergey fought me skillfully and, moreover, in my favorite pose. True, I usually sucked his index finger at that moment, but now he would not have been able to bend this way, otherwise we would have “burned” completely. I almost could not see my spouse - the wide leaves of the tree hid me with my head.

Suddenly I heard some rustling and scaredly raised my head: surprised eyes looked at me from behind a tree trunk. I paused for a moment, but then I remembered this dwarf in crimson livery: he somehow accompanied us in the elevator, and also helped bring things when we were accommodated in the room. I was confused and did not find anything better than how to make scary eyes so that he would leave as soon as possible. Phil (I think his name was), made his eyes even worse, looked out from behind a tree and pretended to address the bartender. I shook my head negatively and glanced in dismay at my husband: judging by his frequent blows, he was close to completing the process — all I needed now was a sudden revelation.

Then Phil took out his dick and put it under my nose. At first it seemed to me ... Read more →