that the behavior and tone of a lover has changed to a demanding one with an imperious note in his voice.
Cocky otklyachannaya ass was good. So good that Martin impatiently closed his eyes, caught up and dragged this professional net into the opened elevator. Why be shy? After all, all that was needed was already happening ...
In the apartment he continued abruptly to pour commands:
- Go to the kitchen ... Stand on your knees ... Now you will get dessert ... Suck ...
- Sweet! You're so domineering ... - Lena began to purr pretty much, looking up from the blowjob.
Immediately a member of the stake sharply slid into the throat and began to move there, almost causing gagging urge.
Figuratively speaking, now not a woman was engaged in oral sex, now she was just fucked in the mouth, her nose rested against the pubis, and the shaved eggs were beating on the chin.

It was difficult to breathe from the accumulated saliva, in addition, her lover pulled off her blouse with a bra, threw them aside and began to twist her nipples with his fingers.
- Do not twitch ... - he hissed from above, feeling that the partner is choking and leaning back.
- Do you like dessert, my slut? Do you want to continue? - "Boyfriend" loosened the pressure, bent down and pulled out of the wet captivity of the "sex robber" quite unexpectedly kissed his lips on the lips.
Then he lowered her head and sending a member with his hand drove him into the throat of a friend who did not have time to answer. He drove his bolt up to the very eggs, and blue Lena choked and tried to push away the heavy body, but a rather massive weapon of love held him in that position for half a minute, and then slowly crawled out so that the empty lungs could let in a long-awaited portion of air.
“Look bitch how wet he is from saliva, see what veins are on him and he will be in your throat again.”
The second time was a little easier. Apparently, a small respite was good. The most important thing is to relax the throat and let this stalk move freely, a thought flashed through it.

And then ... Raaaz! Anisimov interrupted the oral pressure, jerked him to put a light body on the table and began greedily to grab the defenseless, white breasts with his mouth, biting his nipples.
They, breasts, tightly squeezed with palms and already covered with reddening stains of hickeys, seemed about to crack from the irrepressible pressure.
Finally, a member slid into the vagina, like a snake in the hole.
Elena gasped gratefully, rolled her eyes and hugged Martin’s softly growling shoulders wide.
- My nipple! From now on, I'll call you that. Now at work you will be thinking about my dick ... about having me on your desk ... on the windowsill and putting cancer on the door of your office ... sticking your fool into the gap for you to scream - he hissed indistinctly, tormenting a tender body, greatly missed the caresses and readily accepted them.
Lena with visible pleasure sat down on this warm organ, trembling and moaning. And no wonder. After all, this boy had so much passion, so unlike her previous connections, that she just lost her head and drowned in the maelstrom of passion, genuinely enjoying the process of copulation.

After a while, the inventive lover turned the woman backwards and sank back. He attached his thumb to the rather narrow ring of the anus of a rather stiff guest.
Suddenly, the phone in the woman’s purse insistently rang. Apparently they called from work and were looking for a prostituted employee. They already tumble for a long time, and lunch time has passed.
The young man realized this and did not hesitate anymore.
- Now I'll flood you with a full stomach of sweet !!! Kneel, my nipple !!!
The debauchee squeezed his eyes shut and fired several streams of a solid portion of ejaculate into the suppressedly throat. The jets gently went over the teeth, washed the tonsils and imposingly rushed into an empty stomach ...

... Already at the door Elena turned and shyly asked:
- When will you call me?
- I do not know ... Maybe tomorrow I’ll drive up ... blow me in the car ...Now I need to meet my wife ... Wait for my call, papilla ... - the guy scattered answered by typing something on his smartphone.
But neither tomorrow, nor in two weeks, nor in three, did he call ...
... A month later, Auchan Elena saw a familiar Toyota Camry, from which her beloved lover jumped out, as beautiful and self-confident as in the store then. The economist Markina was gladly twitching to meet, but when she saw the beautiful girl crawling out after her, she was taken aback, and noticeably saddened, slipped around the corner of the building.
When the pink shoes carried her, upset and laughter to the lobby of the subway, the smartphone vibrated and the inscription appeared on its screen:
- "Hello, kitten, tomorrow I will take you to dinner for myself" ...