No panties at all. On the blouse there is no button. Blouse tied at the knot on the navel. But just tying a blouse on a knot Olya would never allow herself. She has a penchant for business dress.

The bra in the front buckle is torn. But the money that thrust into the cup bra got into the mucus. And also the smell reminiscent of sperm. The hair is glued from the scraps, I'm afraid to say - apparently, too, sperm. Yes, now nothing is in doubt - glued together with sperm.

In general, the cheating, dried substance was everywhere on the face, hair, breasts, on the inside it was poor, on the back, on the stomach and even on the nose, on the eyebrows and even on the ears. And from where it could flow - at the vagina and anus - not dried, "freshly squeezed."

I koshmatilo as a shock. I ran my fingers over the entire naked body of my wife. Mentally represented the pictures of her intercourse with these 6 or 7 men who signed on the back of my dear and only beloved woman.

Special studies of its holes plunged me into shock as from electricity at 20 thousand volts. I experienced heat. At the moment I sweated. Anus ring - not closed and shone with a hole. Sexual lips were filled with some bright crimson color. Sexual lips - swollen.

And then the final break of the brain. When moving away the genital sponges - the fabric of Olga's panties sticks out. I pulled them on myself. And then Olga responded by shouts of a candid mat through her drunken frenzy. He took out her panties from her vagina. Frankly powerful on me smelled the smell of fish rows in the bazaar.

Thick flakes of mucus appeared after the flagella of the pulling out. Well, now there is no doubt anymore - I am a HORNER. And that high BLOND is probably one of those whose sperm I am now sniffing at my drunk wife.

I, as it is - not unwinding this flagellum, threw panties on the floor. Panties got inside jeans. I looked at the money, which for some reason we decided to divide with Lenka in half. After all, when Lenka gave me all the cash, then for some reason I told her.

- Not. Come on in half. What would you, Helen, did not tell anyone, and even, and his sister. No one at all.

This phrase was on autopilot uttered by me for our Lenochka. Apparently, I immediately realized that it was worth something serious to fear. Although at that time I was only hoping that something serious would be revealed for me personally just about. It turns out that I was preparing morally for something unknown.

As soon as Olga entered the accounting courses two weeks ago, then Lenka and I both said that she started “HUNTING for a married lesbian girl”. I was completely sure that Olga tells me, with Lenka, equally about her events in the current hunt. And even the thought was not to look here for opportunities and even some additional information, which was specially hidden from me. And some separate information: only in the direction of Elena ...

But-but-but-oh-oh! Right now I am looking at the naked body of my sluting wife, and something strongly wanted to talk to Elena. And what are you women hiding from me? But Elena as was not at home, and no. And it is not clear after how much she will return. In ten minutes or in the morning? But to stir up his wife now was not at all realistic.

For everything here began to solve my dick. He treacherously twitched. Signaling to me that full of grief, grief. Rejoice because you are the same third slut in our family of whores. Yes, once the dick rejoices, I am apparently a whore.

Yes, but our-Lenka here and? Why would she suddenly become a whore? Yes, and she is about to get married. But the fact that I have long been wearing horns because she surely knows. So the same whore, like my Olga ... After all, this phrase: "we have a Mercedes drove here," I hear for the third time already. Well, today is the third time. And this means that it is Olga the wife who tells OTHER something to Lena ?!

From these thoughts - everything, my dick began to smoke. And a little bit I just touched my cock to my wife's sex lips, then I did not have time to gasp as her pussy sucked my dick. No preludes, no massages or kissing.

Just sucked in like a nuclear bomb. How did I gouge Frenzy. Turn on the light. He took out the cock and turned on even more light. I seemed to disperse now and open the curtains. For the first time in my life, I fucked BLYADIN, who just came back from a gangster.

Olga podmahivala and the drunken gestures of her hands, it was clear that she is looking for hands invisible to her dicks. And I'm so funny for her, without taking out my dick out of the padden, I put three fingers into my mouth. And in tact continued to peck and member, and fingers.

- This is not a dick, replace it with a real HUUUUY.

So clearly escaped from the mouth of Olga. And then I rushed to kiss my wife, so that until I let her down, God forbid, and something else did not blur. I furiously fuck my wife like a whore. No, not "how." I fuck my whore wife. Now she was wringing both her hands behind the back of her head, now inappropriately wildly rotating from one pose to the other.

I don't remember how I let it down. Apparently just like a rubber doll. And without taking out of his beloved cock slut, still caressed her insanely tender. I perfectly understood that my tenderness is her violet now. But Darling-my-Olenka on tenderness and began to respond with a response passion.

- Get out, get out of me. You understand, Ilka, well, that's all there is rubbed. Only my tiger, do not be offended. We'll all heal.

I almost jumped over the body of my wife by surprise. My heart was pounding, as if I ran up the stairs not a skyscraper. I raped an unfeeling whore, and when she turned into “my dear tiger cub, Ilka”?

- And now I’ll give you, my-oh, my-Il-Ilichka, in the ass. Well, until my pussy does not heal. You understand everything ...

And how sincerely, sincerely, Olga hugged me with her legs and arms. Well, as in our honeymoon. Her misunderstandings - well, how the calculation is, what I do not dare to discuss ... I’T BE SURE. Like - do not try to ask questions - to ask ...

I was exhausted, now under the caresses of my wife. She knows how to caress my forehead with ears, cheeks, neck and hair, that if I have already lowered it, I will quickly go off. And I under her gentle hands and lowered the sperm. In the ass. But still using both handles I push my woman’s buttocks apart. And in peace, I caress and caress her orgasmic body.

Well, I turned off in the languor of our mutual caresses. After all, this is my third wand in a day.

I woke up. The girls chirped fun in the kitchen over a cup of coffee. Both whores had crumpled faces, not sleeping, with a hangover. And both were well, almost naked. They started creating a festive cake. Something decided to celebrate?

On my Olga adorned DAC-scratches on my knees. I found them at that moment when Lenka smeared sexual lips with my wife with a baby cream. In the bathroom hung everything that was yesterday on Olga. All this and washed and hung on the ropes. I stared at the scarlet panties of my wife, and suddenly EXPLOSIVE: immediately remembered in detail how I pulled these panties out of my wife's vagina. Bry ...

We have already established a rule for a long time that all questions are asked for me about these “hunts-for-a-girl” by Elena. I can only just ask Olga my question directly to Olga through Elena. Well, such a game has been established long ago since the time as the Apartment Owner Lenka, for the first time fell to us in the marital bed as another trophy for my hunt, Olga.

But now I did not stick in their chirping among themselves. Neither directly at Olga at Lenka, did my tongue turn out to yell: “BITCHES, and what was it yesterday oooooooooooo !?” Neither Lenka herself, because I felt that I couldn’t even admit anything to her.

From my helplessness, I couldn’t utter the thunder of “Guten Morgen Frau Olya, Frau Lena”.At that moment I was worried - and that there with the inscription on the back. And the inscription was erased with washcloth. Apparently in past times past inscriptions ... Read more →