Olya was breathing heavily, her butt began to collapse on her side, so, lying on her side, she came to herself, all the orgasms she had experienced before faded before she now experienced. She was especially bright last when she felt the first push of his sperm in herself, she somehow instinctively planted herself on his phallus and now coming to her senses she finally felt complete satisfaction, the fact that her lover from the Internet had just fucked her since not one the man had previously filled his whole body with euphoria, Olya spread her legs and touched her pussy with her hand, she was a little sick and was all in sperm. Holding her fingers to her face, she began to look at the thick, milky white drops.

- Well, how are you? - Samir stood by the bed completely naked and looked at her, he smiled looking at the naked fucked girl, but Olya looked at his dick, he stood all in his glory, brilliant with lubricant and sperm, like it wasn’t just that long exhausting her sex, where she ended time after time. "Lord, what a man, just finished and ready again"
- fine. Let's take a little rest.
- Come on, but for now we will rest, do you mind if I take a couple of pictures, as a memento.
How could she be against, now she was all agreed. Taking a phone from the bedside table, Samir turned on the camera.
- Come to me, my girl, kneel down.
Olya obediently executed the order, and now on her knees she was looking from the bottom up to the big member towering above her face, then to the face of Samir, at the lens of his phone.

- Take it in your mouth. - Olga pulled her tongue to his penis, walked tongue from the testicles to the head collecting tongue mixture of lubricant and sperm, before she did not like the taste of their juices, but now it was like magic nectar, grabbing the barrel with her hand, she directed the head into her mouth. There were clicks, through the closed eyelids Olya saw bright flashes. He did not hurry, let her get used to the size, enjoy the taste, and then turned her over, planted her back again, so she screamed, rhythmic pushes resumed, Olga swam, and did not immediately notice how her phone was straining in her purse. She barely reached out, Samir held tight not letting her out of the ass for a second, he continued to fuck the girl hard and rhythmically, helping her hands up with her. The husband called. Olya was cold all over, but with the next push into the uterus, her lover, she switched something in her. This sex is on the verge of a foul, like at the university, where her boyfriend caressed her right on a couple, I wanted to stop, common sense kept saying, stop! and the body demanded continuation, making an effort over herself. Olga prayed.

- Stop please husband calls.
- Let him call,
“But I must answer.” - she begged but the Turk was not inclined.
- Well, so answer. - he changed the angle, and inside it tickled. the phone kept ringing even worse if you didn't take it, and Olya decided to.
- Hello.
- Hi, what are you taking so long? I already began to worry.
- The phone in the handbag on the vibration stood, did not immediately hear.
- Are you all right? A strange voice.
- The elevator broke down, I climb the stairs.
- Aaah, right now, I will call and arrange for them, for which we pay such money is not clear.
Olya was frightened, and even Samir quickened her movements, his pushes became sharper and the sounds from her pussy filled the room. A warm wave began to rise in the lower abdomen. closing the phone with her hand, she tried to end the conversation.
- No need to call anywhere, I already called and said everything I thought about them.
- Well, okay, do not miss, I will come soon.
“I love you,” Olya managed to turn off the phone before another orgasm covered her and again she felt the shocks of Turkish sperm right into her defenseless uterus. "Just getting pregnant" - flashed through her head and she came again.

Oleg checked whether the conversation was recorded, only a fool could not hear those flips and smacking sounds of the current pussy, her sobs, it was funny to hear how she tries to keep her voice even, he still betrayed. Videos, pictures that just came from Samir's phone. They could clearly see her face, her lips in drool. If the video turned out to be a snag, then the photo added the missing gaps. He packed up, carefully erased the traces of his stay, and left the room.

Thick Turkish sperm poured out of her as soon as Samir pulled out his cock, the edges of her torn pussy could not converge. Olya scaredly looked at what had become of her neat rose.
- Do not worry while you come home, everything will be strapped. Husband and not notice.

Ole was hard to walk, her legs were trembling and if it were not for Samira’s strong hand for which she held, she would undoubtedly fall, the administrator again followed her with a look, “He knows, surely knows, well, and let” Olya be pleased and happy, and even specially for him began to try to more actively wag his booty.
having caught a taxi to her, Samir inclined his head and kissed good-bye Olya tightly clutching her ass.

At home, in the shower, Olya washed out the traces of betrayal, in the room Samir did not let go, citing the fact that he urgently needed to leave on business.
My husband always finished on her tummy, said that it was too early for children, he had big plans. everything will be, but after ... probably that's why Olya did not take the contraceptive as she wanted at first.

It was getting dark. My husband had to come, the courier who brought the order was waiting for the payment on the card to pass. Having received an approving horn of the terminal, he thanked the hostess, noting that there was certainly no laundry under such a bathrobe on the hostess.
After closing the door, Olya started serving the table, smells of meat baked in herbs, filled the kitchen. lit candles muffled light complemented the interior. After changing the dressing gown to a knitted dress, the very thing that Oleg had once given her, this dress perfectly supported her chest thanks to special inserts and did not mean wearing a bra, looked at herself in the mirror, the figure was still as good as before butt like a nut, Olya was satisfied. She was ready for her husband's arrival. Panties! Olya remembered that under the dress there are no panties when the husband has already begun to open the door with his key. Rushing to the bedroom, Olya found the right clothes for them, and when Oleg opened the door she was waiting for him in the hallway, as always hugging her beloved husband, she kissed him on the lips.

Lying in bed, Oleg watched as his wife diligently gave him a blowjob, being only in panties, her head moved up and down, reaching only the middle. Pretending that Oleg had bought into her lie, however, he did not want to let her go just like that.
- Stand on your knees.
- What?
- Stand on your knees. - Oleg repeated.
- What for. I ... - Olya still wanted to say something but changed her mind. Having obeyed, she got on her knees, her husband stood next to her with his hand, and parting her lips with his member. At first he gently brought in half, making several such movements. Suddenly he took her hair and roughly began to fuck her in the mouth. Tears flowed from her eyes. and from the lack of air began to feel dizzy.
Sensing the approach of an orgasm, Oleg relaxed his grip, and began to cum, Olya sent a head to the cheek, where his sperm flowed. Having taken her husband's sperm, Olya immediately ran to the bathroom to spit out and rinse out her mouth.

- Why didn't you swallow it?
- Well, Oleg! You know that it is not tasty and then her throat tickles.
To let her husband go where the Turk was wielding she did not dare.
“Why were you so rude today?”
“I don't know what happened to me.” Sorry. I love you.
- And I love you.

After waiting for her husband's breath, Olya gently slipped out from under the blanket and took the phone in a chair in the living room.
Samir was online.
- Hello.
- Hello my bird, it was unforgettable! how do you feel?
- It hurts a little, you stretched everything out there.
- Husband did not notice anything?
- I had to refuse him today, got off with a blowjob, said that these days came early.
- Believe it?
- Of course, I am a faithful wife.
- (Laughing smile).I want you again, as soon as I think of you, I immediately get up and I cannot concentrate on work.
- My poor.

Olya spread her legs with her peignoir up and sfotkala her wet pussy.
- Look how wet I am, all the time thinking about you, about your big, strong cock.
- Yes, you are a hospitable hostess, I accepted everything.
- It was not easy at the beginning, I thought to tear me., So deeply no one entered me.
- You will get used, of course, if it was not the last meeting.
“It seems to me that you finished me right in the womb, I have never experienced anything like that.” Here I want you again.
- Turn on the video link.

Samir's face appeared on the screen, his contented smile.
- Show it to me.
- My slut missed the male member?
- Yes, very much, - Olya of course hooked on as she was called a slut, but she meekly accepted the rules of this game.
- I saw you flow, do not torture yourself.
Holding the phone in front of her pussy, Olya selflessly masturbated, no longer imagining, and remembering how his member fucked, stretched, hurt, her fingers tried to repeat those sensations roughly penetrating, stretching the walls. The wave of orgasm grew, her legs on the armrests trembled no longer fucking herself and just touching the clitoris to stay for as long as possible at the peak of bliss she finished.