- Christie?

Her cheeks were wet.

- Christie, why are you crying?

She did not answer, only bit her lips, and the tears seemed to run even stronger from her eyes. What the hell? ... I had to destroy our cute recumbent sandwich. I sat her on the bed, fingers gently squeezed her chin, forcing me to look at me.

- Shvets Kristina Sergeevna, why are you crying? - I tried to turn on the policeman again.

Christina was silent, and it is impossible to read or understand anything about her witch's face. I hate this silence. What's wrong?! What have I done wrong?! I love her too much, apparently. Or maybe it's a game? An attempt to soften me and her next words will be: "Darling, in a pre-trial detention center so badly, do something, please find a scapegoat on whom you can hang the murder of Robert Yevgenyevich." And I will do it, I will do everything!

- What the fuck are you crying?

She ruffled her cheeks with her hands.

- Do not pay attention. Be further evil cop!

- Well your mother, answer the question?

“These questions are not related to the murder of my husband.” And, as far as I know, crying in our country is not a criminal offense.

Impudent bitch! There were no more tears, dark eyes now looked defiantly. And I responded to this challenge even as a member began to harden again. After all, naked and angry Christie looked amazing. He considered it his duty to warn.

- I'll eat you, pussy Christie.

“Try it, Karpov,” she replied, and snapped her teeth in a showy manner. Say, I also know how to bite.

I found her chin with my fingers, raised it. Touched gentle, hard-plump lips after blowjob, lips soaked with the taste of sex, or rather the taste of my sperm, but no less sweet. The hand, gently stroking her skin to this view with tears, heavily slapped the alluring priest. From surprise, Christie screamed right into my lips, still aggressively tearing at her mouth with a kiss. He added pleasures to her, fingers, after smacking the beating soft female buttocks, slightly shifted, dived between the female thighs. Christie, Christy, the one between us remains unchanged, despite all these five years of separation, your treacherous marriage, my attempts to establish a normal life and a lot of women, we want each other. No, perhaps the word “want” is too small to describe what was happening between our bodies now. We are each other - crave! Found in the slippery folds of her clit. Another poluvdoh-poluvshlip was ruthlessly swallowed by my throat. Nothing, now these “oohs” cant go. Immediately with two fingers penetrated her wet crotch. Christie looked at me again, in surprise, plaintively, with the hope of continuing ... Of course, baby, I'm all for it, continue. Intensively moved his fingers in the squishing female vagina. Flowed my girl pretty, apparently, really starved without sex. Then, no less intensively, he began to rub her clitoris in circular motions, and again with his fingers inside. And the witch eyes are all looking and looking at me, shocked, with a prayer, and I again plunged into the black hole of our mutual passion ... Fool, I had to agree with Sasha all night to rent this camera to take testimony. You could fuck Christy's pussy all night long! She greedily began to swallow the air with her lips. Dark eyes now looked as though through me, because my girl was now completely absorbed in her feelings ... A member, despite the recent discharge, stands like a stone, and again rushes into battle ... now she wants to work hard. I decided to add some thrills to her, squeezed a wrinkled, nipple sticking out with a sharp peak. This time, the moan did not have time to swallow, and he went quietly echoing around the camera. I hope no one will pass by here.He began to knead her other hand with her perfect, just made for the palm of my chest, while continuing to pull at the squirting crotch with my fingers. In an attempt to breathe more air, Christie opened her lips again, and her black eyes clouded with high ... But I like that she didn’t cover her eyelids. Now, when Christina is on the verge of orgasm, her face twisted from tension, it seemed that I was finally able to capture the witch. Now I am her master! One lightning movement and Christie lay with her back on the bed, and with all my weight I leaned on top of her soft, frail body. I want her to cum under me and on my dick. Spread the female hips, framed member to the wet entrance, and then wedged inside with one powerful blow. Let him know who her master is! We both screamed, each other on the lips. Our moans entwined in our arms and went for a walk through the small space of the camera. What is she ... sweet. Another strong push into the hot female depths, two more shocked sobs - mine and her ... Damn ... But I’m actually going to do everything to free Christie, even if she really killed her ill-fated chimney-poker of her husband. I will go to an official crime, forgery, destruction of evidence, but for anything, but I will not allow her to go to jail. Because the next five years I won't be able to do without Christie anymore ... Especially after I fucked, or rather, tried my personal drug again. I will die from breaking without the beloved witch ...

My thrusts and our moans began to gather intensity. The bed creaked horribly with every movement. Probably, it should be disgusting, but in combination with female half-sighs, half-sounds, this nasty sound seemed like wonderful music. I press the female body into the hard surface of the bed, I press Christie's kitty into myself, maybe it will really be possible to grow together. She threw back her head, parading a defenseless female neck, immediately snapped a kiss into her and forward, forward, stronger, deeper, to a joint orgasm.

- Karpov, Karpik, please, please, untie my hands ...

- Why, Christie? - croaked to her right in the ear, making velvety skin go goosebumps. A member of the movement did not stop, on the contrary, even accelerated.

- Inconveniently ... oh-oh ...

I guessed why her hands, because in the past she loved so much to run her fingers through my muscles, sometimes slightly scratching the skin ... But now I am a fucking pervert, I like to fuck her like this: bound, defenseless, completely tamed, mine.

- Be patient ... - again hoarse whisper in a beautiful ear.

Christie found a way out, threw her hands, handcuffed, to my neck. We are now even closer. Dug into her lips ... And earned a member, like a jackhammer, swallowing all the exclamations of pleasure rushing from the girl's throat. What a delicious treat her moans! The female body under me strained, arched ... She seems to be on the verge of ...

No, kitty, not now, I do not allow you to finish yet. So just you will not get rid of me. Give stretch pleasure. I want you in different poses. Quickly freed from the ring of female hands fastened with handcuffs. Came out of the pleasant warmth of the female crotch.

“Volodya, please,” my personal witch protested in protest.

- Do not worry, Christie, now we will continue. How do you want me to fuck you?

She did not answer, but I was not very upset. During the year that we were together, I thoroughly studied this perfect body, and now I knew all the buttons that were worth pressing to increase it and my pleasure. He got up from this creaky bed, followed ruthlessly and lifted the rattled Christie. Then, without affection, he turned sharply to face the wall ... Half-breathing, half-tone. She always dragged away from my head ... Slightly tilted the female body, arched the supple body with the letter “T”, he himself fell in behind, nibbling, polishing her skin between the shoulder blades. My witch began to purr, of course, because this is her secret erogenous zone - a cat's place, to the caress of which she always reacted.Fuck, fuck Kisa for all five years, when I was forced to keep some distance! Slapped on the appealingly bulging ass, and then with force inside the trembling vagina. Now her mouth is free, and loved ones ... Read more →