- Now, of course, it is almost three in the morning, everyone is asleep ... but what if there is a night owl looking out of the window? - he finished.

I imagined what position I was in and with a groan of the village, hanging my legs from the table. Wet panties disgustingly stuck to the body, besides down there loudly squished.

“Give me your hand,” I said.

Taking the outstretched hand, slid down. I was rocked like a ship in a storm. The whole body shuddered, delivering pleasure.

- We must go wash, - flashed a crazy thought, - and then go to sleep.

It was this stirring in the brain that caused the dilemma:

- What about him? What will Alexey do if I go to sleep? Again masturbate on unrealizable dreams? - and already spoke out loud, holding back, - how are you?

- I liked it, and you?

- It was something! I had no such thing with anyone! - I honestly admitted. - And Oleg - can he do the same? - suddenly burst out of me ...

- What? - he involuntarily recoiled, rounding his eyes, - probably, I don’t even know ... - Alexey swayed somehow confusedly.

- I introduce the boy in the paint trying to learn about his son. That's a fool! - flashed in my head and switching to urgent matters, - will have to suffer, - I thought, - the guy tried and he should do something nice. - And already turning into a voice, I asked, - let's bring me to the bath and help me to wash, otherwise I’m afraid myself, now I can’t cope with anything.

“...” he nodded his head, and his eyes simply flamed with excitement.

I was almost successfully transported to the bath. Stripped and put in the shower. The hot moisture that rattled the body led to feelings, and his hands, which washed every distressful cell, once again aroused the passion. Gentle touches made breasts turn red and hard. Nipples zadubeli, as if from frost invitingly bulging forward. And from his glances doused me with joy, desire and love - I generally lost my head. And when the fingers poured with shower gel began to gently touch the hairs of the pubis, as if inadvertently touching an excited clitoris, I craved closeness. With pleasure I stretched, like a hungry cat, glancing sideways at his exorbitant bump in the groin and croaked:

- Come on undress yourself and climb up to me!

—... - silence, wide-open eyes and hoarse breathing.

As I thought I did not have to ask him twice. Clothes like leaves from trees fell on the floor in different directions, and within a few seconds he was standing nearby. I gently pressed against him, with the delight of a virgin holding with both hands to his body. Big and long, he bent slightly upwards like a banana. Kissing him on the lips, she asked:

- And what do you want?

—... - a quick glance, thrown down, said a lot.

“To caress there,” smiling, I slightly tugged at his trunk, “him?”

—... with a nod of his head he confirmed his desire.

- Mouth? - I clarified, not at all doubting the answer.

“Yes,” he said unequivocally, “if you can!” - he looked down.

- Make a blowjob? - I again clarified.

—... - again energetic nods.

“Okay,” I agreed in a whisper for some reason. “But I'm afraid I don’t really know how to do it,” I clarified, quickly kissing his lips and immediately recoiling. - You seduced me, already an elderly woman, and now you want to make a whore? - I joked.

- Nnn-et ... - Alexei shook as I moved my hand together with the foreskin, exposing the swollen head.

Not letting him recover, she slowly and carefully began to kiss his body, which, by the way, looked very impressive. Lean, with pronounced cords of muscles and muscles. Neck, tiny nipples, immediately hardened under my lips. Tense peritoneum. Darkness hollow navel in which I snuck tongue. Slowly, I gradually knelt, reaching the bluish-black thick overgrown pubis.

Not letting go of the trembling long-awaited booty, I switched to a bright red shiny head. On its tip, a large, sharp-smelling, creepy-transparent drop emerged. Directing a stream of water, first washed the delicate skin with running water. Alexey shivered, involuntarily leaning forward. Splashed with gel. The resulting foam gently smeared around the penis, rubbing slippery and odorous fluid into the body. Again, sprinkling a fun jet of water - licked. Immediately otpryanuv.

- Still! - came from above and my head was wrapped around his hands. - Kiss and lick! - he asked.

“Take your time,” I cooled him down, grabbing the scrotum hanging down in my palm. - I myself ...

Tight, and as if rubber testicles slipped, rolled at my movements with a hand. I kissed the tip of the head again, and then the trunk itself, with clearly visible, inflated bluish veins.

- Suck ... - as if from afar came to me, and his hips rushed forward.

I did not have time to react as the head of the penis, as if slipping along the path, slid into my mouth. We must pay tribute, he did not try to shove this object deeply. Immersed barely by a third, Alexey stopped, breathing hard and quite.

- Come on! - he leaned his hips back, and then forward, - more! - he moaned.

- Lord! - my brain exploded, - yes, I want it myself ...

Squeezed lips folded the letter “O” tightly covering the penis, I felt how it moved in my mouth - back and forth. There were smacking sounds made by me, and the gentleman moaned, something unintelligible. Jets of water, gently beating in the back, smacking in the mouth and monotonous movements before my eyes immersed me in a kind of trance. Even if I wanted, I could not prevent this “disgrace”, the more I liked it more and more. A member has a taste. Tart sharp and ... pleasant. As far as possible, I earned my tongue, slightly lifting it up and covering the bottom and sides, as if with a soft veil on the head and a barrel plunging into the mouth. The flesh deformed slightly, and Alex moaned, all accelerating the pace.

“Take your time,” I whispered with difficulty, feeling like even stronger, hardening his flesh, and the scrotum, having decreased in my hand, gathered in a hard little sack. His testicles began to pulsate drawn and as if glued to the root of the penis. “Don't just cum in your mouth,” I squeezed out, barely breaking away from the lovely, so addictive activity.

My hand slid down, feeling down, sticking out like a small segment of the clitoris and began to rub it with force. One time, the hand slipped lower and the finger dived into the loudly squishing wet depth of the vagina.

We finished almost together. With a guttural cry: “Now!”, Anton leaned back, and a heavy viscous jet of hot sperm flew in my face. Almost immediately, it twisted me, perhaps, even more than on the table in the kitchen. I twitched and, not holding my balance, slid forward. The member, still spitting out clumps of sperm, poked into my lips, arched and slid over my lips, teeth and found himself in the mouth. My head continued to move until I rested against his intensely pulsating belly. The phallus failed as deep as he could. I choked, coughed, just could not get rid of an unexpected gift, as my hands, resting against a bath, got wet and slipped. In fact, I, a little backward, immediately lost my balance and put my mouth on this member again and again. Sperm fell into the mouth, a thin stream running from the corner of the lips. I was twisted orgasm and cough. Strong to vomit. What could she coughed up - the rest had to be swallowed so as not to choke. Then, realizing what position I was in, Anton helped me out of trouble.

He actually collapsed down onto the white bottom of the bath without sparing his knees and, pressing himself to me, tapping me quite hard on the back. The last thin clot, taking off from the spouting organ, covered my eye. Clinging to his chest, I: choked; coughing; cried and laughed at the same time. Sperm was running down my face, and I frantically wiped it from him. So we sat for more minutes ... Read more →