It began a little unusual - I woke up to sunrise from the fact that someone was caressing me from behind. I smiled, and without opening my eyes I grunted approvingly. The next moment, and with a deft movement, they smear my ass and enter with something very similar to a member.

- That's it, bitch! - Dashi's voice thundered in my ear. - And now I'll fuck you.

Dasha fucked my narrow hole with such passion, splashing on the ass that it brought me.

- Become a cancer! - continued Dasha.

I obeyed and got another slap on the ass. Again, something came into my ass, but already bigger in size, and we continued our games. Dasha clutched at my buttocks and with wide sweeping movements entered with a strap-on into my narrow hole. After some time, my ass relaxed, and I began to enjoy the stimulation of the prostate. Increasing the movement, Dasha fucked me with a strap-on so that my testicles beat against the testicles of the strap-on, which finally wound me up and my cock rose instantly.

At some point, Dasha pulled away and jerked my hair to turn my head to her. I did not have time to figure out how the sperm poured on my face - Dasha watered me with a hollow scrotum from her strap-on! And while I was trying to wipe off the white liquid from my face, the flashes blinded me - Dasha took a few pictures of me with a face smeared with sperm, and settled contentedly next to me.

“On hold,” she told me, stretching the napkins.

- Where did you get the sperm? - asked, spitting me.

- From her depraved cunt, - answered Dasha. - From the evening I saved yours.

I was in shock, burning with shame. I just got fucked in the ass, and even finished on the face of my own sperm! And who asked? Impatiensk girl, whom I knew only the seventh day!

- Well, how are you? - Dasha giggled quite a bit, inserting a flash drive from a camera into a laptop and showing me pictures of my soiled face.

“Disgusting,” I grunted, hiding my sense of shame.

“Well, maybe the video will cheer you up,” Dasha laughed and turned on the video to play, where she in a black corset and stockings fucked me with a strap-on.

It’s hard to describe feelings when you were just morally and physically raped! Next to the bed, I saw my camera on a tripod. This bitch set up everything for shooting in the evening and waited for the morning!

- And where did you dig the tripod? - after some time I asked, hardly speaking the words. And indeed, my wife and I lost the tripod somewhere during the regular cleaning and rearrangement of furniture, and I was already thinking of buying a new one.

Dasha pointed to the suitcase with all the rubbish that was lying in the closet. And really, where is he still to be?

After such a rape, I was attacked by a brutal appetite, and I wanted something tastier than buckwheat and salad. I called the meat delivery service and ordered a couple of portions of beef kebab and a portion of lulakebaba. The operator promised to bring the order within one and a half hours. While the time was ticking, we drank a cup of coffee and crawled into the room to see all the photos that were taken by me and Dasha.

As a result, everything took shape in the album - “Dasha for a week”, and we, joking with each other, reviewed and sifted through all the content, preparing a copy for Dasha, as a gift to Vita for her future birthday.

Almost simultaneously with the courier, they called from a dating company and said that a taxi would call in a couple of hours and take us to the office. We leisurely with Dasha ate meat and drank it all with tomato juice.With a full stomach, I felt even more confident, and began to help Dasha to collect things scattered around the house.

Sitting in a taxi I had a feeling of regret. Still, during these seven days, Dasha and I became friends and achieved considerable success in sex. On the one hand, this was what I was afraid of - attachment to a person appeared, which I would have to part with soon. On the other hand, it was an invaluable experience in our life, and if we wanted we could repeat it.

The manager of the company led us into a spacious room with several sofas, one of which already had my wife in an embrace with Victor. They were haggard, but happy. And while the administrator went for some documents, Dasha did not hesitate to unbutton my pants and made a farewell blowjob. Judging by the round eyes of Viti and my wife, they both did not expect this.

Dasha swallowed my cock on the testicles, then played with the tongue with the head and went down to the testicles. Not slowing down the pressure, she swallowed the testicles and gradually began to podrachivat my penis. Then Dasha again swallowed my baby and began to insure her mouth. Nadrachivaya my dick, she made me pull all the sperm into her throat, and then swallowed every single drop.

- Thank you ... - she whispered in my ear and went to Vita. After that, my little wife crawled to me with difficulty, groaning and groaning. After a couple of minutes, the administrator came in, who gave us papers to sign, that we were completely satisfied with the quality of the services rendered, and after half an hour in different taxis, two families were driving home.

My little wife barely crawled to bed and collapsed without feeling. Apparently, the farewell night with Vitya turned out to be an overwork for her. Not wanting to postpone sex until the morning, I roused my wife and rushed to check my wife's holes with my dick - Vitya had thoroughly stretched them, so the member could easily enter both my ass and my beloved pussy.

My missus only moaned slightly when I fucked her in the ass. I was so strongly turned on by the thought that these holes were used for a whole week without me, that after a couple of minutes I finished my wife's pussy and ass, pouring everything over with sperm, and we fell asleep.

All morning the next day we were lying in bed and watched the album “Dasha for a week” My little wife is so much overexcited that a light touch to her pussy was enough for her to finish violently. And after a couple of minutes, she finished more than twice, masturbating furiously when viewing a photo.

A year has passed, but there was no news from Viti and Dasha, and we decided that either the marriage broke up, or we were offended by something. And after a couple of months, Vitya phoned me and said that they had a beautiful boy, whom they called Misha.