what a woody bitch so thick and stringy he was. A thought flashed through me that the growth that nature had cheated on was all gone here. The dwarf itself was not visible from behind the tree - only its powerful member stuck out. I found myself in a hopeless situation. Suddenly Sergey moved his hips so abruptly that I overwhelmed the mighty Phil from the middle until I reached the middle. He calmly began to peck me in the mouth, as if to fuck the clients of the hotel is prescribed in his job descriptions. It seemed that a thick branch of a tree was pouring into my mouth, miraculously getting the opportunity to move. I hung on two members, praying for only one thing: that the barman and my spouse should not see me.

Two phallus, one more than the other moved in me like two pistons - sometimes it seemed to me that they poke each other’s heads inside me. It cost me a huge effort to keep quiet and not to give out my pleasure, although the feeling was beyond. The first time I fucked two men at the same time, and I mentally squealed with delight.

The husband began to make short and sharp blows, driving Phil's cock into his throat. I tried not to choke and often breathed through my nose, but the dwarf’s club was so huge that several times I was on the verge. Suddenly, Sergei began to finish - I felt his member's contractions in me, and at that very moment the first orgasm covered me. My juices mixed with his hot sperm, creating a unique cocktail of passion and love.

Sergei shot out, and lightly slapped me on the ass - "they say it's time to go." But I could not stop: Phil went to the finish line, and I began to help him with my hands. A few moments of insane jerking and furious sucking and I covered the sea of ​​sperm and the second orgasm - much sharper than the previous one. I swallowed endless streams of tart liquid, until I left the dwarf to the end ...

Someone called the bartender from the depths of the hall, and Sergey whispered to me: “Get up”. I barely managed to rinse my mouth with soda, and hastily got out of the shelter. At the trunk of the tree, Phil's scion still quivered, but I was no longer interested.

- Fuck, shall we go shopping today or not? - I hissed, finishing the remains of whiskey in his glass in one fell swoop.

- Forward, dear! - Sergey confidently patted his pocket where the coveted Certificate lay - great things are waiting for us!

We decided not to tempt fate and went to the Central Department Store - the largest department store in Moscow. At first, I was a little “lost” from the abundance of boutiques and brand shops: before my eyes sailed the names of well-known companies that I constantly saw on TV and in women's magazines.

- Well, where do we start? - Sergey asked, seeing my confusion.

“With shoes, of course,” I said confidently, “aiming” at the sign above the nearest entrance.

Inside the store, reminiscent of the modern fashion museum, it was empty - only I was with my husband, and a couple of sellers: a girl with tits, whose dimensions even caused me burning envy, and a black-haired guy, as if descended from the pages of advertising men's underwear. "Sweet couple" rushed to us, like vultures on fresh carrion, losing smiles to the right and left along the way, like a deacon incense.

- How can I help you? - the seller asked in a low, hoarse voice, deeply plunging his unequivocal look into my eyes, and “by chance” played with his biceps, which stood out in relief from under a white shirt with a short sleeve.

“Just fuck me”, this thought flew like a bullet in my head, and I glanced in dismay at my husband. He did not notice anything, looking at the tits of Miss Bust who approached him: the girl unbuttoned a couple of buttons from above - apparently, for clarity.

“Pick me a nice pair of shoes,” I finally squeezed out, trying not to look at the knob on his pants.

- Thirty-eighth, two full? - he said with unmistakable accuracy, and I wanted him even more, - sit down, please, it will be more convenient for you here - I will do the rest myself.

“Yes, deeper and do not stop”- flashed mischievous thought, and I flopped into the proposed chair. Macho disappeared behind a dark curtain in the bowels of the store, and I heard behind me the velvety voice of the owner of a stunning bust, apparently addressed to my husband: “Come with me, I will choose for you something of soft and delicate skin that fits your size ".

“Are you here for shoes, or are you selling pussy?” - flashed the thought, and I looked at the evil saleswoman. Then she followed her husband: he walked behind other people's breasts like children followed a rat-catcher from Hamelin. I already wanted to stop this frank fuckiness: it seemed another minute, and my faithful would set an even rhythm to these tits right on the counter - this was evident from his pipe, aimed directly at the girl’s swaying hips. But then a muscular male with a box in his hands appeared from behind the curtains, and immediately other people's boobs instantly flew out of my head. His shirt was unbuttoned to the navel, and he walked, nipples playing, straining his chest muscles.

"Be gentle with me", suddenly got into his head a vulgar phrase from some movie, but I, noticing his lean buttocks, thought that in this case it was not necessary. The seller of My Dream crouched in front of me, took a shoe of such perfect shape and beauty out of the box, that for a moment I forgot all of his protruding muscles and bumps. He gently, but confidently took my foot, quickly took off my sandals and lifted his ankle to put on this elegant miracle with red lacquered soles. And froze.

- What's the matter? I asked, and impatiently moved my foot.

The guy was sitting like an idol from Easter Island, keeping my leg high on the weight: his glazed eyes were fixed on ... And then I remembered that I was not wearing panties. I gasped and wanted to move my legs, but then his look became more meaningful, and he ran a hot palm over my inner thigh. It was as if I was electrocuted, and my legs opened up to meet his touch. He put his shoes on me (first one, then the other), carefully adjusting, pushing them, and stroking my legs wherever he could reach. His pants bulged even more, and he knelt in front of me, with one hand naminaja through the pants of his penis, and the other stroking my body in the immediate vicinity of the wet pussy, not daring to move on.

I looked around to check if my reliable advanced methods of fitting this boutique had noticed, but he was fascinated by some sort of search: the saleswoman leaned low, picked something up on the bottom shelf, and leaned her backside on Sergey for stability. He slightly moved his hips - apparently directing her ass to the right boxes - but the only thing he managed to achieve was to lift her already short skirt high on the hips: black thongs gave her out.

I glanced at the swarthy macho seller: he was staring at my crotch and licked. I suddenly wanted to “finish off” him and I, putting my fingers on wet lips, began to masturbate lightly, playing with the clitoris and looking at him. He watched my movements closely, squeezing his flesh more tightly. I was teasing him, and did not notice how she got excited in earnest. Having spread my legs wide and putting them on the armrests of the chair, I launched two fingers into the vagina and, biting my lip to the blood, began to fuck myself right in front of his eyes ...

- Have you picked up something for yourself? - the voice of her husband pulled me out of this sweet game, and I squeaked loudly: “Yes!”, Quickly crossing my legs. My crotch throbbed and shuddered, demanding immediate discharge.

- And how much does it cost? - Sergey's voice was somewhat uneven.

“Forty thousand rubles,” the salesman quickly replied, looking over me: his voice opposite sounded deliberately loud and obsequious.

- Damn, so expensive? - I intervened, and the gorgeous brilliance of new shoes faded somewhat.

- Honey, I have more than a million, have you forgotten? Take it, just like it!

I noticed that on the word "million" the girl quickly straightened and looked ... Read more →