It is pleasant to undress a woman, even if sex is not provided in the program of the day. As well as to look at how she slips out of the tight embrace of a dress, underwear and all that women manage to pull on themselves, creating their outer and inner image of the goddess. Or, in extreme cases, the princess.

Kayra obediently gave up her belt, winding zipper (and who comes up with this, nothing to do?), Pull together the wide straps of some designer's artwork. The dress fell to her legs, showing the openwork of her bra, the large nipples of the elastic breasts compressed by this bra, and the tattoo of a bird in the lowest corner of the naked pubis.

- Turn around. - Dick stretched out a finger, twisted in the air. - Turn around again. Sweetie, not a bitch.

- Yes Milady. - Kyra turned again. - I am glad to please the lady.

- Undress the slave. - Dick hit the floor with a whip. - And do not forget to excite him. - Why should I excite? So, the fighter is already at the ready, languishing in the elastic arms of his underpants.

- Yes, madam. - She leaned over to my belt, zasharila around the belt in search of the buckle. Dick stepped up behind her, pressed against her ass, windsied whip on the back. - Oh. - Clara clearly did not expect this.

- What are you yapping? - Dick slapped her palm on the bare buttock - loud, but gently and lightly. - Nobody beat you with a whip? That's how? - With these words, she pulled away and shook her free hand between her legs, after having pushed Klara's left leg with her knee.

- ABOUT! - Clara pulled on my belt, shaking hands, began to unbutton the zipper and squeeze buttons through cousin cuts. - Madam!

- Yes? “Is she bringing her the leather whip handle?” Well, doing! - Like?

- Yes Milady! - She pulled out a member of the captivity of cowards, golded skin on the already purple head. - Oh! - Dick moved her hand, knocking out a loud sob-scream from Clara. - Oh! - Where is my dick to her? Bite off even in this situation!

I took off my shirt, jersey and other myself, because the little girls entered the process in such a way that my body was needed only as a support. Clara twisted her ass, burning more and more, tenaciously holding my belt. Only sometimes she violently licked my penis with her tongue, as if seasoning with my smell and taste the blows of pleasure from a whip that was hidden inside the handle. Despite the pitching of pleasure, where the storm reached nine points, at a minimum, she, attacking the penis, puffed, sucked, licked again, but always gently. And then she flew away again, clamping my stone member penis in her sweaty palm, showing eyes that had nothing but hellish flames of lust. In one of these attacks, I could not stand it, I grabbed her hair and did not let go until I threw the tension into her affectionate mouth. She swallowed everything and didn’t even want to let me go. But an orgasm covered her, forcing me to let go. Resting her hands on the wall, wheezing something extremely obscene, Clara-Kayra in ecstasy was so arched that she would give a head start to any gymnast from the Olympic team!

For several minutes we arrived in silence.Clara on her knees, with her face buried in Dickie’s belly, tired Dick, resting on a pillow, but still standing on her knees, and I, watching the whole picture from above, as I stood.

- How sweet you were. - Clara raised her head. Pleased face with glowing eyes. - And now, all for me!

- Clara. - Started to speak Dick.

- No Clara. - The woman shook her head. - There, take a glass in the hill. You are champagne in the fridge. And I'll make the bed. - And already from the threshold of the living room. - Call me Kyra. For my, I am Kyra.

***

She and her husband practiced such games. And they changed roles - then she is a lady, then he is a strict master. But either recently there has been a lot of work, or there, among the burzhuins, someone has appeared with him, such games have become less and less frequent. And Clara just died of desire, tearing her into a thousand small parts. As a result, she soon had girlfriends who also did not deny such role-playing games. Yes, the very ones are beautiful, attractive, sexy and very demanding. She managed to tell about all this while we were settling on the bed, opened champagne, drank and ate.

And then Kyra, Dick, I had sex. No, or rather, we had sex. I don't know what to call it, but this blonde was greedy for sex. To put it mildly. It was enough for me three times, and for Dick also three or four times. I never thought that a woman can have such a greedy sex. She was always a little. Just fall on Dick's bed, exhausted by her skillful tongue, as she is already engaged in my dick, who had just diligently moved in her pussy. We did not have time to take a shower, as she, twisting her ass, cute, by the way, and very elaborate, already pulls Dick's panties with a sharpening stake of an artificial phallus. We looked at each other and piled on her. She withstood our onslaught. Even withstand double penetration, when Dick pounded her in the ass, and I put it on my dick, squeezing the hot thighs of this sexual maniac. Kaira sobbed, shook her head, choked in an orgasm, but with a shaking hand she was already looking for the tired member of the submissive slave who had slipped out of it.

In the morning, when the sun endeavored to break through the clouds, fleeing in dismay from the wind-bully, we left the entrance. With overworked all the places where you could “make sex”, and tired as slaves from galleys. We slowly moved on waking up the city, trying to recover.

- You know. - Dick, stopped, straightened my scarf. - It seems that I have played enough of this. I do not want any more. - She sighed. - Here is this.

- And I have something wrong. - Although inside I just freaked out from such a violent and insatiable desire for sex. - Everyone is good, but just some kind of marathon. - And after a pause, he added. “Just a fucking Olympic marathon.”

The wind turned the air around us, pressed on us, as if trying for strength, and we, in silence, walked and walked, enjoying the fact that her hand was on my arm, and my feet were simultaneously on the ground.

At home, Lidka pulled off her clothes, stood naked by the mirror, examining herself.

- Are you looking for bite marks? - Kayra, in ecstasy, pinched me behind my back and bit my buttocks with my claws. Passionate bitch! Or maniac?

- Not. - Rotate the right side. - You know, she was gentle with me. And you, apparently, very much fell in love. - The last word she singled out a voice. - I even became jealous when you are in her two holes. - Well yes. His in his mouth, and a toy in the pussy and a tattered rhythm before the onset of her orgasm. It came to my head spontaneously. And it turned out very effectively.

- Listen, Lead, don't you start? - I sat down in a chair, stretched my legs. - I couldn’t say - listen, I’m here a little wrong in front of my wife, I’ll stand in a corner.

- Yes? - She leaned her palms on the armrests of the chair, hung over me, showing the already strained nipples, glossy from the cream of the chest, thigh, wrapping in a cloud of alluring perfume. - And why?

In another case, I would just pull her to me, put her face to me, put a member into the volcano and would not let go until she would subside in impotence from a rolled wave of orgasm. And now, I just pulled her to me, put her on my knees, and hugged her, trying to embrace as much as possible of such a sweet and such a helpless body.

The clock was ticking, slowly marking the passing time. Outside the window, the city roared with motors, and we had a quiet Paradise in which Adam held his Eve in his arms, and they, by and large, did not need anything. Only these hugs and more sleep. Deep sleep in the arms of a man you can trust. And how much does a person really need? I think no - not so much, as much is being said about it today from the zombie box.

We spent the evening, as well as the day, in bed. Vika, who had come running all so active, positive, full of energy, flopped down naked from the right side and fell asleep with us in a couple of minutes. In the evening we had dinner and again fell asleep. Not ...