I could no longer and only moaned softly, with difficulty drawing in the air that had suddenly become so thick.

With difficulty figuring out where I am and why I tried to stop this sweet torture, I could only turn off the vibration. Still shaking from the experience and without removing any foreign objects from her, she curled herself up and imperceptibly fell into a dream.

***

Awakening was terrible. I woke up from her husband's choking cry.

- What are you, bitch, I'm not enough? - he shouted.

- ... - I was silent, realizing that it’s useless to argue with a drunk man.

- You also masturbate! - he continued his op. - Won expensive rubber members to buy! - continued to rage glory.

- And when did you last fuck me? - I finally could not stand it, yelling back. - Maybe yesterday? Or tomorrow? Half a year did not touch the wife. I what? No longer a man and I do not want? Or do you think that I should have had a lover while you wander around the bars and drink beer?

Suddenly there was a ringing silence. Only now I noticed that a huge mound had "grown" in his groin. A member covered with a thin cloth trousers was clearly torn to the will. Stopping my accusations, I quietly continued:

- Maybe we will not swear? I see that you yourself want it! What's wrong? Explain ... - I asked.

- Explain? - he stupidly stared at me. “Ah, you bitch, he suddenly cried out, rushing forward and pressing me to the bedspread.”

I fought, resisted as best I could. The blows with clenched cams and knees did not produce any effect on him. My sharp, long nails dug into his neck and crawled down, leaving behind him bloody streaks. I even tried to bite him from powerlessness. But, whether alcohol played its role, or it was really stronger than me ... I, in the end, turned out to be lying on its side pressed to the bed. The legs bent at the knees rested on my chest and my hips on my stomach.

Glory quickly figured out the work of my toys, and soon I was already wriggling on the bed, spinning from the action of my own sex toys, rather painfully stuck in me by my husband. And then, with a face twisted with anger, he pulled off his trousers, and still holding me, he tried to put an erect, sharp-smelling, unwashed member in my mouth.

“Suck a bitch,” he screamed in his last breath, “you did want a man.”

It was painful for me to lie in an uncomfortable position with the trembling vibrators driven inward. It's a shame for him and himself, our relationship. However, when I didn’t open my mouth for an organ that was pushing hard into the face, he became angry. Slaps, not strong blows intended to break, but not to mutilate, I was hailed.

Crying, I finally opened my mouth and, giving up, began to suck his dick. He didn’t just make him suck, in fact at the moment, Glory fucked me in the mouth and did it completely, not caring about me and my condition.

After about five-six minutes his body became tense, and with a loud obscene curse at the same time calling me a whore, confused and a whore, he plentifully filled his mouth with sperm. In order not to let me spit out the seed, he painfully squeezed my cheekbones, saying:

- Wanted to fuck? Get it! And do not dare to spit! Come on, swallow the padla ...

What was left for me? I swallowed. And he still angry collected the remaining randomly sprinkled drops with his finger and made him lick.

And only after that it painfully slapped me on the bare ass, got up and walked to the door. Already there, turning to face me, said with a malicious smile:

- Do not go anywhere. I'll be back soon ... - and leaving, locked the door with a key.

- Let me out! - I screamed through the door in a panic. - What are you going to do?

- Went to you for men! You do dream to have sex ?! A couple of people and I will suit you? - he laughed. - I think to invite Vovchik and Sanya.

- Only not these gouging! - I panicked, and rushed to the door, knocking and kicking the panel.

“Shut the fool,” came from the corridor. - I call the boys on the phone ...