- Just need to go and cash the Certificate. Is there a bank branch somewhere nearby? - Sergey addressed to the saleswoman, who nervously twisted the last button buttoned on her blouse, which separated her breasts from the outside world.

- Yes, of course, I spend you, - breathed the girl, and I was worried: over my husband, it seems, hung a deep blowjob performed by a silicone professional.

- But not to long! - I shouted after her husband, leaving in a dangerous voyage following the fleshy breasts, ready at any second to rush at him like a tsunami.

- I quickly! - Sergey echoed, and, recalling the lips of his conductor, I did not doubt it at all.

As soon as my husband, accompanied by a saleswoman, left the store, I felt an imperious touch on my knees: an exemplary man pushed them apart and pulled up. His touch tingled my skin like a Krona-charged battery, giving rise to obscene thoughts and desires. "Come what may!" I thought, and resolutely bent his head to his crotch.

- But fast! - I whispered and "kissed" his mouth with his lower jaws, several times pressing his face to his spicy pubic, soiled with sticky grease.

He seemed to be waiting for my signal: his tongue, not inferior in size to his dignity, swollen in his pants, began to frantically “fly” in all my secluded places, then plunging deep into the vagina, then easily playing with the clitoris head. The dark-haired handsome man obviously knew sense in this matter, and I pressed my feet on him, moving him to my dark hole - I wanted to try it everywhere. He began with visible pleasure to lick my anus, immersing his thick rough tongue there, diluting this magnificent weasel with a sucking suction of the clitoris and labia.

God, how beautifully my legs looked in new shoes on his muscular neck!

Incredible feelings from his professional Cooney reached its apogee, and I, clutching my legs, huddled in paroxysm of pleasure. I finished long and sweetly, moaning loudly for the whole store - to be honest, I had a fuck that they could hear me. My Lizun clearly held his breath while I filled his mouth with my juices - I squeezed my legs so tightly that there was simply nothing for him to breathe ...

- Well, are you all? - Sergey’s voice rang out from behind, and I hurriedly got up from the chair, straightening my skirt.

“Yes ... I am everything,” I answered honestly and glanced at the battered seller.

He slowly rose from his knees, a dark stain spread on his trousers. I looked at him indifferently and with a light step I went to my husband: this seller was already worked-up material. Sergei stood with a weighty package, on which stood the logo of the bank: his face was suspiciously pleased.

- changed? - I clarified.

- Yes, - Sergey shook the package, - only the percentages are high here ... Uh-uh ... For cashing.

A shop assistant entered the store after him with a strange gait. She has changed beyond recognition: the bra was no longer on her and her famous boobs blurred under a white blouse shapeless pancakes. Lipstick completely disappeared from the face, and silicone lips have become even more. She looked tired but satisfied. The girl approached Sergey, and, not seeing what I was watching, furtively ran a finger over his back.

- Interest for cashing, you say? - I asked again and, going up to my spouse, vengefully stepped on a new heel on his leg.

Sergey gasped, frowned, and said guiltily:

“But now we are quits,” he pulled his leg out from under his heel, and just in case walked away from me, “behind the elevator,” he added.

“All right, quits,” I replied dryly, remembering an incredible orgasm that I caught a few minutes ago and smiled in my mind, “but this is the first and last time!”

Sergey hastily nodded and rushed to pay for the purchase: I did not follow his significant looks, which he threw at the saleswoman - she, too, was a waste material. I went on with my head held high, thinking "Well, you will pay me more!"and then my eyes fell on the bright sign above the entrance to the world of lingerie. I resolutely turned there, leaving Sergei on the move:

- Enough debauchery for today, I'll go buy myself a pair of panties. And in general, I need to update my intimate wardrobe! - And seeing his tense face, sarcastically added, - for you, darling!

Inside the boutique lies the realm of silk, cambric, and transparent chiffon. Panties, bras, belts and bustiers hung everywhere where the eye could see. Behind this magnificence I didn’t immediately notice the sellers: a brutal-looking girl dressed in a pseudo "BDSM" style, and a gentle guy, almost a boy, with light bangs, manicured fingers, dressed in shorts embroidered with sequins, and a short sky-blue top .

My husband and I exchanged meaningful glances, and the slender lad ceased to exist for him.

- I'm glad to see you, baby! - the sky-blue creature almost sang with a high gentle voice, and puffed out chubby lips, - why did you not look at us for such a long time, nasty girl? We have been waiting for you!

Sergey snorted and turned to the exit.

“I'll wait for you in the corridor,” he said, trying not to look at the guy in payet, “or wander around the shops nearby, okay, dear?”

I nodded - I myself was not very comfortable on this sky-blue background.

- I need ... - I started, but the sado-smeared girl interrupted me:

“I know what you need,” she said in a peremptory tone, and resolutely moved along the hangers, snatching one or the other rag with an exact movement — three plus? - She asked affirmatively, turning to me.

I nodded and admired once again how professionally the staff was trained here - in regular stores you would be asked again three hundred times and, finally, they would slip in such underwear that it is not embarrassing to appear only at a funeral, and on their own.

The gentle boy took me by the hand and led me into the dressing room, gently pushed me into one of them, and for some reason went there with me. "Nothing wrong"I thought "He is not dangerous". Almost immediately, a saleswoman joined us, pulled into black leather and metal, with a pile of underwear in her hands. While she was hanging the new clothes on the hooks, the guy in one motion took off my dress, pulling it up and down. I did not have time to wonder how he began to calmly beat my breasts, twirling my nipples.

- It is necessary that the tits before the fitting were in good shape, - he explained in a languid voice, looking at my indignantly surprised face.

- Wow, that smell! Girl - fire! - It came from somewhere below, and I quickly looked there: the “leather lady” was kneeling, clasping my hips, and nuzzling my crotch, inhaling my fragrance deeply.

“It simplifies a lot,” the guy suddenly said in a completely normal, “male” voice, standing behind me, “and you, I see, a hooligan!” - And lightly ran his tongue on my neck.

From these metamorphoses, I became alert. He wrapped his arms around my breasts and squeezed them, playing with her nipples, kissing my neck and ears. In my head everything was mixed up, and while I came to my senses in astonishment, I suddenly felt how the gentle tongue began to lick me between my legs, gathering the old “harvest” of sweet honey, and extracting fresh nectar. These caresses were of a completely different sense: tender, sensual, running across the entire inner surface of the thighs. I involuntarily sat down and spread my legs wider, practically sat on the girl's face. I was excited by every touch of this strange duet - I even forgot why I came here.

With a groan, bending back, I found the guy's lips and began to passionately kiss him. He made it tasty and tender, ... Read more →