And, behold, then I understand something

Sash Bash

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The morning light tickled the half-split eyelids. In the haze of awakening, it was torn into the soul, something vaguely wearying, spinning on the surface of consciousness, frightening with its painful frankness. Tocha rubbed his forehead, opening his eyes, saw the high ceiling, the corner of the cabinet, the half-open door. And he remembered: he fucked Kaleria. He groaned painfully, dreaming of falling back into sleep.

From the kitchen drawn the aroma of good coffee. It was the clink of dishes. The claw of the claws on the laminate floor and impatiently poked by Richie. Toch realized that he had to get up and do something. Break the painful awkwardness of this terrible morning. Jeans and T-shirt were on hand - strangely, he did not remember how to bring them here. Slippers were nowhere to be found. He pretended to be looking for them, then he spat and slapped into the kitchen in a doomed way, examining his bare feet. In full dress parade, Kaleria set up the washed dishes on the dryer. I smeared it with an indifferent look at the incoming Anton, who was staring at the floor, and greeted her quietly. Nearby, Richie was jumping up and down, anticipating a walk. Anton cleared his throat without raising his eyes.

- Good morning.

He did not know what to say next. The kitchen was sparkling with ordinary surgical cleanliness, the hostess was fresh, business-like, neat and seemed to have no awkwardness in her thoughts. Anton even thought that yesterday had a dream. However, conscience itched.

- Kaleria Borisovna ... I wanted to say ... - Damn, no, this can not be said! Damn, the nail on the big toe is broken, you need to cut it. - I did a little yesterday ...

- Anton, I hope, after yesterday you do not consider yourself obliged to marry me? - With a cool mock kaleria minted. - Sorry, I have to go. By the way, do you have a little time to walk with Richie? I am already late. The mobile phone went down: “Yes, yes, I am leaving!” - Kaleria evaporated, leaving a cold scent of toilet water.

It was like a sunflower seed in my soul. Called, feel like a moron. The morning clean kitchen was nothing like yesterday's intoxicating twilight. Toch was the right guy, but no one ever explained to him how to handle such situations. And who could imagine ...

The next few days passed in an embarrassed attempt to realize and adapt. Kaleria behaved as usual. Sometimes it was only he who caught on her her strange feline look. True, he did not know whether he wanted to continue or fall through the earth. So a week has passed. On Saturday, he had a day off, almost lingered until lunch. There was nowhere to go. Nothing to do. He lazily had breakfast in the kitchen and slapped to himself. Kaleria in the morning started some sort of cleaning. Her door was ajar. She stood on a shaky stepladder in a short flowered robe, rubbing the ingenious chandelier. Anton reflexively snatched his eyes, almost completely opened smooth thin thighs. Kaleria looked back and slightly shaken on the stepladder. Toch quickly jumped, clinging to the duralumin frame, aligning the position.

- Thanks, Anton! Kaleria smiled amiably. - Hold so little. With these pendants there is always such a maja ...

Anton firmly fixed a shaky stepladder, glancing up. From this angle, Kaleria’s underpants glittered in lacy whiteness, especially when they raised their hands. It seems she finished and stepped down a step. Her smooth legs met Anton’s toes, and she froze for a moment, without turning around. Made a step even lower. Anton's hand was under the robe, on a silky-laced priest. Kaleria was silent, covering her eyes, and clutching at the stepladder, while Anton calmly pulled off her panties, lifted her robe and looked at the full buttocks and the crotch piece hiding under them in daylight. The ladder trembled. Anton caressed plump labia lips viewed from behind.It is slow to shiver. God, how easily she allowed it. As if this was what she was waiting for. As if all this cleaning, all this life - only in order to stop and freeze in an instant for the sake of his careless proclivities. In every proud lady lives slut. Now he knows for sure. The fingers became wet. He grabbed Kaleria heavily under his chest, removing from the ladder, turning him towards him. Yellow eyes closed and narrowed. Chest worried under the bathrobe.

- Take it off! - In a businesslike nod Anton. For some reason at this moment he knew exactly what to do, feeling like the master of the situation. The owner of his mistress.

Kaleria stood silently, not moving. Only her eyes widened excitedly, and a helpless expression appeared on her face.

- Well, shall I try again myself? - Pressed Anton. - I'll get stuck in your clasps.

Ooy, how he stood when Kaleria, desperately looking straight into his eyes, began to unbutton his robe buttons, choking to tears! She took off her colorful clothes from her shoulders and straightened up, showing a large breast in a snow-white bra, a soft belly, lush naked hips, weeping, in sparse hairs, a darkish crotch peach.

- In the chair go. - Anton said. He got ideas. Kaleria, looking back, fascinated slowly in the indicated direction, stretched out in an armchair, pulling in an uncertain and desperate gaze. Anton walked up, dragging his jeans as he went, pulled himself up by the back, bristling up with his knees on the armrests. His cock swayed in front of Kaleria, brushing her lips.

- Well, come on, take it! - Anton said, looking down into the wide open eyes of the hostess. - Do not break already! He understood that she would do everything. Must do this.

He took a member in his hand, tapping impatiently on her compressed mouth. Kaleria, squinting, pressed herself into the chair. A large, smooth head pressed down on her tinted, narrow lips, and Kaleria coughed suddenly from the elastic pressure of the member that was pressed into the throat.

- Uffhh! - Anton, clinging to the back of the chair, slowly fixed his hips, with cruel delight squeezing the head of the hostess in the soft upholstery of the back.

- Nra-avitsa? - From top to bottom he looked into her wide eyes. The answer was a passionately arched body, a clouded look, tinted lips, a scarlet flower that closed at the base of the penis, a wide tongue that fuckingly ran through the trunk.

She liked it. He saw it. He felt for the steel exposure of a well-groomed lady to a female who did not find frank debauchery. With it, you could do anything. That did not allow him Olenka and other "decent" girls. They will accept. She will allow. He did not hurry, but insistently began to fuck an obedient mouth, admiring the milky-white breasts and saliva that came out of his mouth, startling in a foamy-lace bra. Her claws frantically scraped his muscular legs and hips. Muffled moans burst from their throats. She wriggled under his deliberate pressure. And flowed ... He saw it. She, like him, started this reckless sex. Well done! What is she well done, this aunt! How did he not immediately understand, you fool!

- Come on cancer! - He elastically jumped off the chair. Kaleria coughing with difficulty. Her face was frightened and happy.

He pushed him to the floor, setting himself more comfortably, bending the lower back, lifting his hips, spreading his legs, admiring the sexually open lips of his lips. Stole a bra. White breasts with dark nipples swayed on weight. She turned around, desperately closing her eyes, watching, as Toha concentrated, with a swollen wet head, slammed into the quivering crotch. A member filled the hot inside, earned, corrupting and rasshivaya, vykolachivaya sweet-tormenting moans and a major tremor of a mature body. Between them, the sweet mash fell in love, pulling it into a muddy puddle of overt lust. Kaleria pokes her head against the floor, sticking out entrails to his elastic hips.Low moo, gnawing well-groomed fingers, you can see, so as not to go bust at the whole professorial house, what a resonance will be! A sophisticated intelligent widow, fiercely beating under the cheeky boy from the backwoods.

- So how? - Panting, dragging off his disheveled red hair, looking into insane ...