undressed before swimming trunks, I decided to swim in the open sea. She could not take her eyes off his groin, where a penis was hiding behind the fabric of her panties. Chris had an eye for eyes, and therefore she determined the size of her dignity in two accounts. Victor was gubestenky, low, well-built, poured Hache from the film “Three meters above the sky”, although she considered this movie to be vanilla nonsense, but the cute actor liked it all the same.

Christine recoiled from the cold sea spray, which gave a dive Victor, and fun waved his hand. Drunk champagne hit her in the head and pushed on rash acts. Chris plopped down on her husband's lap, and wrapped his arm around his neck, dug into his lips. Dimas immediately felt out of place and tried to get up. But Chris pulled out a leg, blocking his retreat. The Spaniard stared blankly at the slut, but then, apparently guessing what she wanted - timidly reached out and stroked her smooth knee. The girl passionately kissed her husband, and with her hand she felt Dimas' muscular arm and moved her under her skirt. The guide already more boldly began to study the delights of the Russian beauty, but one circumstance confused him - this is Christina's husband. It is unlikely that he did not notice what his whimsical spouse was doing.

Christina had thin panties under her skirt, through which Dimas felt the heat and moisture emanating from her pussy. The Spaniard lost control of himself and, resolutely pushing the edge of the lace back, put his finger into the wet crotch of Chris. He fucked with a finger wriggling girl who sat on her husband's lap and distracted him with kisses. In such a situation, Dimas was for the first time, but quickly found his bearings and added one finger to his second finger. Christina bit her husband's lips, moaned, gasped, sat herself on the personal guide's fingers, until an orgasm pierced her young, languishing body without affection. Dimas sensed how he was “scalded” by the juice that Chris had splashed out during an orgasm. When the slag died out in Ed's hands, Dimas, having thought up nothing better, silently got up from his place and went down to the lower deck in order to recover himself and calm the rebellious member. Let these Russians understand each other for the time being, he thought, lighting a fragrant cigarette.

But Christine prevented him from smoking it, which appeared in a narrow doorway. She was stripped to a swimsuit, which looked more than frankly - the same pink, consisting of a strip of thongs and a bra without straps. “And when did she just change her clothes?” - Demas was surprised, trying in vain to “lay down” a standing member. But the Russian made such an indelible impression on him with her trick that excitement did not pass.

- Oh, Christina, did you want to swim?

“Don't pretend like nothing happened,” the girl asked, depicting a seductress smiling on her face.

- What about your husband? Why does he allow you to behave this way?

“And he loves me,” Chris continued to smile, “and love has no limits.” What, and you will look at me? Better come and kiss me.

Dimas, casting aside all doubts and the unfinished cigarette to the side, stepped towards Christine and locked her in his arms. He could not believe until the end that you could touch this beauty and not be afraid that her husband would rush into them and arrange a scuffle.

- Be brave, be brave than Dimas, Ed won't come here.

“Now I understand what your husband was talking about on the dock,” said the Spaniard thoughtfully.

- What did he say? - Chris became interested, running her finger along his sturdy neck.

- So that Viktor and I would not refuse you anything.

Dimas sharply picked up Christina under the ass and pulled him off the floor. She gasped and wrapped her legs around the Spaniard so as not to fall, but her fears were in vain - Demas firmly held the girl and kissed her neck. He carried her up to a large wooden table and lowered it onto it, taking to undress Chris. First, the man saved her from an unnecessary bra and pounced on her lovely breasts, which he had already seen on the beach, absorbed a solid cherry nipple in his mouth and began to bite and suck it. The same done with the second breast. Then the turn came to the bathing strings - Dimas pulled them and threw to the side. Now Christine looked even more fabulous - naked, prostrated on a huge tabletop, eager for sex ...

With such and found them Victor, who looked on the lower deck. He was discouraged to watch that his friend gets up with a married lady, unable to leave. Victor was immediately spotted by Chris, who spoke through her dry lips:

- Stay.

“Christina, your husband gets drunk there alone, said he was sick and asked to come down here to help,” said the discouraged Victor.

“So do as my husband ordered — help me, mm-mm,” she moaned that Dimas, who was not embarrassed by the appearance of a friend, put a finger in her pussy.

Victor understood everything. He, without hesitation, took off his wet after swimming bathing and went to the sprawled Christine. The girl immediately grabbed his weighty member and began to cheat on him.

- Ah!

This Dimas abruptly entered her, roughly grasping the hips. "The bruises will remain ... well, to hell with them ..." - flashed through her head.

“How nice, yes,” Chris moaned, feeling the hard piston move in her. She squeezed the muscles of the vagina, and Dimas looked surprised at the Russian whore. “Skilful how ...” He ran two fingers over her half-opened lips, and the girl immediately grasped them with her mouth and began to suck them.

“The Russian slut wants to take it in his mouth,” Dimas told Victor in Spanish and slightly moved Christina’s relaxed body to the edge of the table so that her head hung down.

Victor ran his head in her perverse red lips and pushed the barrel into her mouth. Christine opened her mouth wide, taking as much as possible the great trunk of the Spaniard. A member entered deep into the throat, because this contributed to the pose in which Chris was. Dimas also did not spare the libertine and tore her, loudly slapping eggs about her ass.

No one noticed the forgotten husband, who watched the scene through a small window.

Ed didn’t know why he should watch his beloved Chris entertain himself. He knew one thing for sure - she is very well now. After all, it was the main thing. Chris wanted to relax with two handsome men, he knew, he read her secret diary. Ed drank whiskey straight from the bottle, not regretting that he actually gave Chris to be torn apart by these two Spanish males. After all, she dreamed, dreamed of passionate group sex ... Yes ... What a slut she is, and how little one husband is to her. Christina's stupid temperament has led him to stand, as the last cuckold, and watch him fuck his little wife. But FIG ...

Ed threw the finished whiskey bottle into the sea and resolutely headed for the lower deck.

Christine raised her eyebrows in surprise when she saw her husband in the doorway. He moved firmly to the copulating trinity. Does he want to stop the sweet process or join? A riddle to which the answer was found in a few seconds.

Ed stood next to Victor, who purposefully tore up his beloved wife. He obligingly gave him a place, and Edward, also without ceremony, drove his penis into the throat of Chris. She smiled faintly, obviously pleased that her husband had decided to take part in passionate amusements.

Victor hesitated. “Ask if her husband has permission to fuck his wife in the ass?” Somehow gone. " It turned out that Dimas commanded action. He gave way to the holes of Christina Victor, and he put his sticking out member in her hand. Victor threw long legs Chris on his shoulders and wedged into her depraved, wet vagina.Sensing the difference in the size of the genital organ, the girl was rather shaky, as the husband’s member sticking to her throat prevented her from moaning and telling her. But Victor had far-reaching plans ... He sensed with his gut that here and now ALL is allowed to do everything with this Russian slut, and therefore wet his fingers ... Read more →