Training in the shower.

I was still lying on the massage table, surrendering to the memories when she, having easily jumped off of it, went to the shower room. I always liked her walk. Lightweight, springy. Legs were put, as if on a ruler. At the same distance from each other and clearly in a straight line. This gait is in fashion models and athletes, those who need to beautifully walk in public. Her thighs swayed invitingly, waking up desire, and her taut, elastic buttocks traced neat eights in the air. Her breasts swayed slightly in time with light steps.

Already closing the transparent door, she seemed to inadvertently look around and burned me with her piercing eyes full of sexual desire. I got goose bumps from his skin, and the tired member jerked and showed signs of life, rising above his body.

I lay and dreamily gazed at the presentation unfolding in front of me on the topic: "How I wash in the shower ...". The fact that this was a performance, and not an ordinary bath would be understood by a degenerate. Spectacular poses, legs raised high, clouded with lust piercing glances, penetrating even through steam and water droplets flowing down the glass.

I could not resist, and my hand lay on the hardened member. Slightly spread his legs and clasping his fingers with a member of slow movements began to move his hand up and down the trunk. The thin peel moved easily with the hand. Here the bright red flesh of the head was exposed, the second hand walked between the widely spread thighs, straightening the hairy scrotum with the testicles rolling in it, and then up and down again. So to say masturbation, taking into account the observation of the object of passion. I suddenly realized that I was in “paradise” and I like that fox want to get my piece of “cheese”, and in any form: orgasm, hugs, kisses and ... “Hot” erotic fantasies swept over me The member stood up, solidified in all its glory, even trembling with desire. I already imagined how I get up and, having entered the shower, silently begin to wash Alina, smoothing and caressing her attractive body.

Giving up fantasies, I did not even hear the door open, and someone entered the room. And only when suddenly cold air smelled at me, did I feel a curious studying look on me. From him and the cold air, the skin suddenly became covered with pimples and I started. Heels smacked and a girl seemed to pass by me without even paying attention. I recognized her, this one was that swimmer from the pool. She went to the shower door, and slightly opening the door, in a clear voice reported:

- Mikhail Sergeyevich left. He was urgently called to work.

- Is that so ?! - my pupil said indifferently.

I listened to the conversation, considered the girl. She was about twenty, maybe a little more. A short tight skirt, barely covering the buttocks, black velcro stockings and a light blouse. Judging by the way her breasts were waving under the blouse, she did not wear a bra despite the voluminous forms. A dark, black-winged, neatly-combed mane of hair fell on his back.

- Servant? - I thought.

- Ok, go Svetochka ... - Alina let her go.

Turning in his heels and again, as if passing by running around me with a burning, interested look, Svetlana, gently shaking her hips, left us.

- Who was that? - I decided to clarify.

- Sveta, my assistant - for everything at home, - I received in response, - Like? - she slyly smiled. - Just do not look at her like that! She is mine and only mine. Even her husband does not encroach on her! She is mine and you are mine. Do not load, - as if seeing something on my face, she purred. “Better come to me ...” she stretched her hands theatrically, “you should also wash yourself.”

Again pose and game. She teases me, though ... I start to like it, I didn’t mind playing with me.Jumping off the table, untied by the gait of a seasoned stripper shaking a phallus swollen with desire, I moved to the soul. As soon as I entered and closed the door, I immediately got into circulation. Pinned to the burning and wet wall and began to paw. Hot wet skin girlfriend nicely slid on the body. In the end, the hand eagerly grabbed the bristling member like a lifeline. She clung to me with all her strength, my lips burned with a hot, long kiss, and my hand squeezed the trunk of the organ tightly. The kiss lasted, it seemed forever, and when it was over and I, breathing heavily, lay back, she began to kiss my body. I just stood and looked away from caresses. Alina seemed to have time everywhere. Her hands gently fumbled at him, occasionally pondering his trembling cock. Hot soft lips kissed my swollen little nipples. Fingers tickling, ran down the stomach. She gradually fell below. Here kisses touched the stomach. Hot nimble tongue stuck in the navel, so I went cold, and the skin covered with pimples.

Suddenly she stopped and straightened. I stood waiting. The hands that had become firm grabbed my shoulders and turned me to face the transparent wall. She made me step back a little and lean forward, with my hands on the glass. Now her lips caressed my back, and her hands stroked stiff buttocks and hips. After a moment, Alina collapsed on her knees, and her hands slipped between her thighs, which I immediately spread shoulder-width apart, grabbed the phallus. Keep kissing, her lips went down on her buttocks, and hands jerking her body, pulled it back between her legs, almost breaking. She bent down and began to lick open maroon head in such an uncomfortable position.

Gasping for caress, I groaned, scraping my fingers against the glass. Her face pressed against my ass when she swallowed a member. I relaxed, trusting her. And suddenly my finger penetrated my anus, which spun happily left and right and moving back and forth. An attempt to break free and stop this “ugliness” was not crowned with success.

- you what? - gasping and, as it is not strange, pleading for the actions she was doing, I whispered.

- My husband likes it! This is just a finger and nothing more ... - she whispered with a gasp.

- No ... - Finally, I hardly escaped from her tenacious hands and turned around. - I'm not blue ...

- Fool! - She rose hard, - It's a prostate massage. There are so many nerve endings that it gives pleasure to anyone. Although I like it without a massage! - she threw a pebble in my garden.

- Right? - I doubted.

- Exactly, exactly! - confirmed she.

Now I grabbed her shoulders and spread on the glass. My fingers, maznuv on expiring sap perineum, quickly penetrated the anus.

- So? - I energetically moved my hand, chasing my fingers, almost no resistance back and forth.

- Yes! - she arched her back, sticking out her ass as much as possible.

- If a woman asks ... - I thought to myself, and putting the head of the penis to her opened "pupil", slowly pressed it inside.

She growled like a beast, but then leaned back, leaning more tightly onto my organ. The face reflected in the glass looked like a painful mask. And my not too healthy friend hardly moved forward.

“Take your time,” she breathed, relaxing, “yet you’re too big for even my trained body part ...”

“Lad-no ...” I muttered almost syllablefully, feeling the elastic anus ring clinging tightly around the trunk.

Stopping and waiting a little, I began: “Back. Stop and go! ” She, trembling, groaned. Her whole pose showed bliss and pain. Although she really liked it. No longer watching my partner, I moved more energetically and quickly.

A member of the tight walked in the anus and, despite the fatigue that appeared, the desire to fuck this rich bitch overwhelmed me. And her depravity and experience were simply indispensable in such matters. And now, in a couple of minutes, her buttocks began to produce such multidimensional freaks, podmahivaya me that I was surprised.

Having practiced in anal sex, I left a tight hole and planted a member in a wet-smacked cave.

- The sum does not change from changing places of the terms ... ...