body demanded a caress. At nights, Olga helped herself with her hand, running her fingers deep into the current bosom, in the hope of appeasing a tormenting desire. At first, turning to masturbation, the girl, closing her eyes, represented Sasha's face. But after a few months, she suddenly began to paint in his head the image of his father. This fantasy was as shameful as attractive. “Forgive me, Sasha,” she whispered, lowering her once more. He will forgive her. After all, this is his father. If she could once again go to bed with a man, then only with him ...

It is difficult to say who broke first. Just one day Olga appeared home in high spirits. While Sasha's father was sitting with a child, for the first time in several weeks she was able to break free and go shopping, indulge herself with new purchases, and at least not for a long time relax from household chores. Flashing her eyes, the girl flew up to Roman, hugged him tightly, stood on tiptoe and wanted to peck at the cheek out of habit, but somehow accidentally landed on the lips.

Both of them were confused for a moment. The discharge passed through the bodies and bound them. With frightened eyes, Olya looked at her father-in-law, not knowing what to expect, but then his big strong hands suddenly wrapped her arms around him and he dug a passionate kiss into the lips of her daughter-in-law.

The girl immediately went limp in his hands, feeling a pleasant shiver running down his back and legs.

“Dad,” she murmured.

- Olga. - He suddenly recoiled. - Forgive me. I don't know what came over me.

Her palms touched his cheeks.

- Everything is good, - whispered Olga, clinging to the man with all her harmonious body.

This time she clung to him. Languages ​​intertwined and Roman emboldened. Feelings that have been sitting inside for so long have burst out. His hands began to wander around Olya's back, waist, roundness of the hips.

They often breathed, but the kiss remained unbroken. Only occasionally Roman switched to her chin and smooth neck. The girl moaned languidly, closed her eyes.

“Roman Evgenievich, you are a wonderful man,” said Olga. - I am so grateful to you for everything! For not leaving me alone ...

- Yes, how would I leave you, Olga? - the voice hoarse from excitement asked the father-in-law. - You and Ulyanochka are my family. My girls.

“Don't ever leave me,” the girl pleaded. - I need you. Looking for a daughter.

Her palm tentatively touched the rearing mound on his trousers.

He looked drunkenly at Olin's green eyes. “Are you sure,” his look asked. “Yes,” she replied silently.

Strong hands lifted the girl's body into the air and lowered onto the sofa. Ulyanka quietly snuffled in her crib nearby.

Fingers convulsively unbuttoned buttons. A blouse, white men's shirt, trousers and a black strict skirt flew to the floor. Before the eyes of Roman flashed a huge cup of pink bra. Oli's hands went behind her back and, a moment later, the bra slid down the rounded balls of her breasts.

Big nipples appeared on the light, which were surrounded by dark areoles with wide plates. The novel dug into one of them and felt how warm milk trickled in his mouth.

- Ah, Roman Evgenievich. - Olya threw back her head, waving waves of luxurious hair. - How you suck sweetly.

And he tried even harder, crushed his tongue over the thick tip of the nipple, squeezing it slightly between his teeth, switching from one breast to another. While one caressed his mouth, the other languished from touch. Men's hands knew their stuff. Olga has become sick of how pleasantly Roman squeezes her milkings, freeing them from the accumulated milk.

As if delirious, she ran her hand under the elastic of his underpants and shuddered all over, feeling with her fingers a big tense organ. Even here he and Sasha were so alike.

She still remembered the pain that Sashkin caused her a big dick when the guy deprived her of virginity.It was not easy to take in such a unit, but over time the girl got used to it. Sasha was the first Olin man. The novel will be the second, will take responsibility for the widowed wife of his son.

He himself understood the need for this. Now he was to become Olga husband and support, otherwise the girl will disappear. And to fulfill the marital duty from now on - also part of his duties.

Oli's body burned with heat. Roman was pressed against her with his big hairy belly and felt like a monster against the background of this gentle and tender creature.

When her hand grabbed his cock, he almost wailed. Olya took out his blood-filled phallus outside, began to drive her palm over her, massaging heavy, seed-filled eggs.

“What a beautiful big cock you have, Roman Evgenievich,” the girl cooed admiringly. Her modesty, suppressed by lust, had evaporated somewhere.

Roman was pleasant words of the young woman.

The crimson head of his penis prodded into a plump tummy, having slightly pressed into the hollow of the navel.

“You are so beautiful, Olya,” muttered Roman, covering the shoulders of his son's widow with kisses.

Fingers climbed under thin pink panties, felt with pads wet hair growth of pubic hair, a tubercle of thick clitoris and a slippery hollow between the ridges of the labia. The man teased Olya lightly, caressing the soft knob, and then suddenly pushed two fingers at once into the gap that had opened gently towards them. The girl moaned and he had to cover her mouth with her hand.

- Stay, baby wake up.

- How nice, Roman Evgenievich.

Olya leaned towards him. I pulled the pelvis once or twice, forcing my fingers to sink even deeper. He moved them inside, bent and straightened the phalanges, feeling the stream of girlish juices rushing down the palm of his hand. Olya huddled in his arms. Roman pulled her close to her, laid her back on her back, simultaneously dragging off her panties, and crushed the girl under him.

She spread her legs apart, inviting him inside, entrusting herself to him all without a trace. Emerald eyes looked at him with gratitude and desire.

“So, my little one,” he whispered with love. - I'll take care of you.

The novel entered it with one strong impetus and filled it entirely from the very entrance to the bottom. The head only gently pushed into the cervix, in which more recently the fruit was growing. The vagina of the girl who had already given birth easily absorbed the imposing organ of an adult man. Elastic stenochki stretched stretched, letting him inside.

The father-in-law growled fiercely and strained his ass, trying to enter even deeper, pressing his groin into Olga's pink hair, slightly overgrown with light hair. She whined beneath him, clenched her lips, holding back moans. Her legs closed behind him, her palms lay on her broad shoulders.

The man began to move rhythmically, ramming the sap of his daughter-in-law. The sounds of slapping their heated bodies began to fill the room. Holding Olga by the hips, Roman accelerated and moved faster and harder. The girl's body was reddened and covered with a thin film of sweat.

- Roman Evgenevich. How good!

He covered her mouth again, and Olya groaned right in his palm. Volumetric still full breast milk walked from side to side. The girl's tummy was slightly swollen when Roman penetrated her bosom to the full length of his piston.

For a moment, she suddenly twitched under him and he took out a member of a strained vagina, plunged two fingers into it and with a pair of confident movements brought Olenka to the peak. Her magnificent tail jumped up, and a moment later a powerful jet splashed out of the pink gap. Roman had to hold the girl so that she would not fall off the couch from the spasms that twisted her body.

A blush flared on Olya’s face, and she closed her palms.

“Sorry,” the girl squeaked. - With me this is the first time. I did not want.

“All is well,” the man answered gently. - Do not be afraid. This is just a strong orgasm.

“So good,” Olga blissfully purred. - I thought that was described.

He just smiled at her naivety and, putting the swollen head on the vulva, pressed and again plunged inside the hot tunnel. The girl ... Read more →