whether aware of reality. Her chest moan sank in the warmth of the sofa cushions.

Vadim felt his spouse huddled, but it was already unimportant. He himself felt how the fire inside him was approaching the threshold, after which it would not be possible to contain him. Torn in two by conflicting feelings, the men groaned loudly, which was unusual for him. But he had a reason. Strong pulsating contractions of Oksana’s lap, a rapidly increased temperature inside him and abundant moisture would make anyone crazy. On the other hand, the waltzing tongue of Jeanne, who had long since reached a place where no other had been before. A slutty maid devoured by lust examined the entire surface of his buttocks with and from his lips, after which her skillful mouth went between them and reached a place that had never been honored by even the closest person in the world - his wife.

A man would never have thought that it could be so nice. He was not a hypocrite or a conservative, but the very idea of ​​possibility like that had never occurred to him. Meanwhile, the rough tongue of Oksana's mistress systematically studied the little ring that squeezed under his caresses, forcing Vadim to tremble with new sensations. The mind was torn between treacherously embarrassed thoughts, but an incredible palette of new experiences swept away all the arguments about the incorrectness of what was happening. Jeanne's slender fingers massaged his compressed scrotum, and the girl's tongue pressed down into the very center of the anus and slipped inside, scattering a new galaxy of impressions in her head.

In obedience to the impulse, the man leaned back and froze on his knees, resting his elbows on the bed, and his forehead on his wife's hips. He could never have imagined that he would ever end up in this position, but unearthly pleasure rejected any admonitions from a strict mind, and swallowed the last echoes of shame, forcing him to catch every moment of this unearthly caress.

Oksana was lost in the snares of bliss, and for some time continued to soar in him, but then she realized that something had changed. She opened her eyes and gradually began to return to reality, feeling how Jeanne continued to rub her pubis about her legs, and between her own thighs her husband’s hot breathing slid. Coming out from under Vadim, the woman looked at the scene that opened up to her eyes and froze in astonished admiration.

During the long nights of his business trips, she was burning with desire and from time to time appealed to vulgar films for adults, which helped at least for a while to relieve her desire. During their marriage, Oksana had a chance to see many examples of human depravity and, to be honest, her ideas about intimate life were much more progressive than those of her husband. She had the opportunity to try something in bed with the pious, but it was also such that she was just too shy to offer.

And now the reluctant Zhanka realized one of her hidden desires, which had long lived in the head of a woman, but she had not the courage to offer something like Oksana.

Wife went around the sofa in a circle and was behind her mistress, appealingly put his ass after a friend has deprived her of the opportunity to get through with her legs.

“Down,” the girl heard the whisper of a friend over her ear.

Jeanne did not immediately understand what was required of her, but ultimately, guided by Oksana, lay down on her back between Vadim's legs. Now his throbbing member was right in front of her face, and the young minx enthusiastically launched him into her mouth, trying to repeat what her friend had previously done. The woman sat down a little above the lovers' hips and with a gasp leaned toward the beloved ass. The space between the buttocks glistened from the saliva of the girlfriend-mistress, and from time to time the tight sphincter ring of her husband squeezed from the sensations that Jeanne gave him, caressing the poured phallus.

Enjoying her promiscuity and the restraint of what was happening, the spouse bent over the coveted hole and gently kissed him.An immediate reaction followed - the anus clenched. It amused Oksana, and she tried to get her tongue inside, which, oddly enough, came out without much difficulty. The rapture from the fact that the vulgar fantasy was realized clouded the mind of the woman, and she began to selflessly caress her man as she had never caressed before.

Vadim's thoughts have long been dissolved in the abyss of incredible, sharp and forbidden sensations. They barely had time to rise to the surface during a short pause, but then they sank back, as soon as everything resumed. He felt how inept caress enveloped the head of his penis, but he was hardly fully aware that it was Jeanne. Her lips closed around the heated trunk and sucked the swollen flesh with such force that the man hissed, but it did not last long. Feeling that hurts, the girl died down her ardor, using a skillful tongue. A second language with no less passion invaded him from behind.

Only a bit lacked Vadim to finish, and, as if reading the unspoken thoughts, the girl's fingers closed on the almost petrified penis. Jeanne made a couple of motions, and the man was already wheezing over her. She wanted so much to bring him that the young lover began to quickly move her hand, feeling with her lips how a crimson head was beating between them from the blood that had rushed towards her. Oksana's husband's hips throbbed convulsively, his groans intensified, and at some point they were replaced by a uterine growl, which gradually turned into a cry.

The phallus of the man pulsed and Joan’s mouth watered his seed. The first shot, so expected, turned out to be absolutely unexpected. Tight jet of thick liquid under a large pressure hit in the sky, and forced the girl to recoil, pressing the back of her head into the sofa cushion. But that was only the beginning. As if from a key that had broken through to the surface, a real surge of man's voluptuousness poured on her. New streams of hot substance broke from his head and flooded his mistress's face, covering him with his stream.

When it was all over, and Vadim collapsed on his side, almost without feelings, Oksana's eyes were as touching as a funny, charming, and vulgar picture. The girlfriend's face was covered with a thick sperm mask. Her clots crawled over her lips and cheeks, over her nose and chin, and some even over her forehead. The girl could barely open her eyes, and her friend had to help her by rubbing them with her fingers. When Jeanne still saw the sight and perplexed bewilderment on her face, finally, was replaced by a modest smile, the woman leaned over her mistress and began to kiss her.

“It’s something with something,” Jeanne admitted between passionate kisses, “I don’t even know if it’s disgusting or good.

“Everyone’s different,” Oksana replied.

- There are so many ...

- Yes, - the woman grinned, - Vadik yearned for this.

“Sorry,” the culprit dribbled at his side.

“Yeah, well,” the girl answered and smiled.

22.11.2016