We woke up together before sunrise and, without losing time in vain, had sex.

Putting Dasha on the bed with cancer, I entered my sweetheart's pussy and began to gradually increase the pace, entering deeper and deeper each time. I wound up, as my testicles beat against Dasha's delicious pussy. Being already at the limit, I stopped and reached for anal lubricant. Applying a bit of cream on the penis and richly smearing the narrow hole, I entered Dasha's ass. The girl no longer felt any discomfort from my dick in the ass, because she fucked herself and larger members.

I was also excited by the tattoo “Fuck here,” which we did to Dasha yesterday. And after a couple of minutes, not wanting to endure anymore, I pulled out a member and finished on the ass Dasha. We went to bathe in the shower, had a snack and a cup of coffee and crawled back to bed. While Dasha was holding a compress on the clitoris, I dozed off a bit. From the embrace of sleep, I was pulled out by moans and groans.

Dasha dug out in my porn collection the category FemDom, which she was extremely interested in.

- Do you like when you fuck in the ass? - Dasha asked me, not looking up at the laptop screen, where a girl with a strap-on fucked a muscular guy. I reluctantly dismissed her. The fact is that I sometimes wanted to be fucked there, but my wife refused to do it. I do not know what it was connected with, but all attempts to arouse my faithful and make me fuck ended in total failure.

“Well, that is,” I finally said. Realizing that this is of no interest to me, Dasha climbed through the other categories of my porn movie library. Lesbians didn't impress her at all - she grimaced from the very first frames of the film. Group rape seemed to her vulgar, although at the same time, she with undisguised pleasure fucked her holes with phalluses in the bathroom.

I don’t know what gay porn did on my laptop, but I really didn’t shake it. Maybe my little wife did it without my knowledge? Dasha stuck for a few minutes looking at how one muscular guy pulls another into the ass.

- Would you like to be fucked by another guy in the ass? - Dasha started up again. I shook my head. Then I was a little cunning, because on the one hand I didn’t want to be fucked by a guy, but why not to be fucked by a transgender person? Although, in fact, both options were about the same.

Finally, Dasha came to the category of classic porn - this was probably my favorite part of my collection - well, how can something compare with the unfortunate Hamlet, who fucks all the girls that he came across, because Ophelia does not want him? Or mommy Red Riding Hood with huge tits? And this is all with the good old nasal translation! Well, the most important thing that modern porn lacked was some kind of warmth and lampiness that the classics of the genre had.

After some time, Dasha got bored with sorting through my porn collection, and she looked into the corner of the room where the box with sex toys stood. Some kind of childish curiosity pushed her to see what kind of untold treasures are stored there.

Dasha dug into the box with our sex toys and was stunned by the abundance of everything. There were both dildos, and anal dilators, and, oddly enough, but strap-ons. And the latter there, too, was the order of options to choose from. As a result, Dasha stopped on clothespins on the nipples, with adjustable compression force, and the next dildo.He was much more than the previous ones, which Dasha had tried before.

I took a few photos of Dasha in the image - clothespins on nipples, connected by a silver chain, and a rather big penis in her pussy. Such a photo should have at least stung Vitino's sense of pride in his dick. So it happened. In response to my MMS, an evil smiley came from my wife’s phone. I smiled - the photo hit the target

“I would go somewhere today,” Dasha said finally, breathing heavily, after she had violently finished, fucking herself with a rather big member.

“You could go to some movie session in the afternoon,” I replied. This seemed to be the best option, since before the cinema was no more than fifteen minutes of walking, unhurried pace.

Just about an hour later, some regular Marvell advertised blockbuster began. It suited us more than that - having bought ourselves together in the shower, we put a compress on Dasha and began to dress leisurely. Dasha put on a regular T-shirt and short skirt. Appetizing pussy was hidden in panties. I usually put on a T-shirt and shorts. Dasha detained us for a few more minutes, collecting her purse. I was a little surprised - why would?

Anyway, we arrived ten minutes before the beginning of the session, but judging by the empty map of the hall, there was no one there except for us. Only a couple of first places in the middle, and that's all. I took two tickets for places to kiss, and we went to look for the desired room. There was no particular time to take popcorn - the queue at the buffet, which stood in the center of the floor, wrapped around this very buffet at least once, or even two.

We sat down on the ground for kisses and prepared to watch. At first, for about five minutes they showed advertising, thanks to the mayor of the city, and so on. Gradually, the light began to fade, and I leaned back in my chair, preparing for another tale with a bunch of special effects. A few minutes later I was interested in Dasha’s fussiness, I turned to her and was stunned - her panties were already on her knees, and she rubbed a rather small dildo that was in her purse with a damp cloth.

Seeing my round eyes, she laughed. After that, she slightly slid down and began to satisfy herself with an artificial member. With confident movements, Dasha fucked her pussy with a huge phallus, fidgeting on the couch with pleasure. The cyber skin testicles beat against the elastic Dasha's ass, driving her even stronger than the realization that we are not alone in this room. After a couple of minutes, she moaned loudly from the orgasm that covered her, but fortunately, at that moment some mess was happening on the screen with a bunch of clanging and crashing. After that, the phallus was still expertly hidden in a handbag, and Dasha looked at me with an innocent look.

Not wanting to be without pleasure, I unzipped my pants shorts and pulled out my dick. Dasha smiled and took it in her mouth. Not very ceremonious, she began to sit down with her throat on the very testicles, podrachivaya member in time with gagging and after a couple of minutes I was ready to finish, but Dasha suddenly stopped and hid my cock back in shorts.

- What are you ?! - I exclaimed with undisguised irritation.

- Then, darling.

I just became furious with such a devil-may-care attitude to my dick, but decided to get even then!

We returned home when the sun was already setting behind the horizon, and the air in the street was at least a drop, but it was getting colder. Dasha quickly took off all her clothes, became cancer on the bed and asked me to fuck in her pussy that wants sperm.

I pushed into Dasha, grabbed her ass and started furiously fucking, forcing Dasha to scream from pleasure. I was driven by anger for what Dasha did to me in the cinema. Each time I put a penis on the most testicles in Dasha's developed pussy. Another couple of movements and my dick poured wet cunt with sperm. Overwhelmed by a hard day, my body almost instantly turned off. The last thing I remember is the sperm flowing from Dasha's pussy.