Tired of driving into her from above and working with her hips, he rolled over onto his back and laid her on himself. Looking up from her lips, he lifted her and put his hands on her ass. Shortly frozen on him, she rested her palms on his chest and lifted himself up on his penis. Blissfully throwing back his head, he experienced the best moments of their proximity. With light stroking movements, he set off on a journey through her immaculate body, exploring it again after a long break. With the palms he sensed the trembling of her thighs, thrust his thumbs to her lower lips and slid along with them along his wet trunk while she pressed them into his groin. Emerging from her sticky crotch, he arranged his hands on her jumping pubis and stretched the skin to the sides, until the pink clitoris bulged out. With his thumbs, he stroked it until she groaned and pushed his hands away. Then he gently grabbed swollen nipples with two fingers and played with them, pulling them down and pressing them into her chest. Finally, he pulled it on himself and with a few energetic movements of the buttocks he completed this significant act of love. As if he indicated her a permanent place beside himself, securing rights to her.

Having pulled her out of the crumpled bed and put on the same silk robes on her and himself, he led her to show the house. On the way, shouted to the waiting maid to change the bed, prepared a bath and breakfast. He saw the impression that Inga was silent by the helpfulness of the servants and her very presence. She asked if there were many people in the house, he told in detail. The big rich house itself struck her, the first time she saw luxury so close. With great pleasure I showed her future children's rooms upstairs. Waving his hand at the guest cottage, which had been her prison all these months, said that her grandmother would live there when she came to them. Inga was silent.

She recovered soul and became the same, serious, charming and affable. She even laughed, something on TV, which remained for her the only window into the world. Deciding that the time had come, he once allegedly left his phone with a luminous screen on the table in the kitchen and left. He was not worried about her potential interest: beyond what she was supposed to know, she would not have penetrated. When he returned, he found her reading social network, just the latest posts from Julia. She wrote that they see Anton with the girls, all the time with different, several photos, including selfies, walking through the pages of friends, she sent. Seeing the incoming Amina, Inga, saddened, gently put the phone down.

- I tried to call home ... Calls are blocked there ... Is it from me?

Amin did not answer, hugged her from behind and buried his face in her hair. She sighed.

- Is it still impossible to leave? Looking for me?

He readily entered the network, opened the website of local airlines, clicked on the translation of the page and showed her lines about canceling flights to Russia for an indefinite period. She hung her head lower and lower. Grinning in the back of her head, he opened one of the Russian news sites: the author talked about the problem of Islamic terrorism and cited the example of a recent hijacking of a local plane. On the abolition of transport links between their countries was also there. Amin noticed a tear dripping on the table next to an unfinished cup of coffee.

- Somehow, things are going together ... One after another ... It turns out that I ... better ... stay ... There ... me ... nobody ... not ...

He turned her tear-streaked face to him, kissed her wet eyes, and touched her trembling lips. She opened her mouth and let his tongue in there. Even if she was upset, crying, unhappy, and maybe that’s why, she was madly beckoning him, and he already began to understand when she wanted to be physically relaxed. He penetrated under her thin robe and squeezed her crotch.She tried to free herself awkwardly, but without despair, and he again correctly assessed her emotional state. Without ceasing to suck her tongue, Amin gently pushed her hands and blocked them, clasping her. Persistently crushed and rubbed her lower jaws until fingers were moist. Then he slightly pushed her forward and laid her breast on the bar, near which they stood. Pulling up her robe and throwing open his own, he slowly entered her. She sobbed, but laid her hands on the polished surface. He put an arm around her waist and leaned back; so they rocked in unison for a few minutes. He came out of the hot hole for a moment, quickly turned it around, lifted it up and put it on a shiny panel. She gasped, but hastily spread her legs and sent her trunk to the opened vagina herself. Then he opened her robe and nodded at his belt. Inga hastily partitioned him. With a smile, he pulled her over, comfortably clasping her elastic buttocks, and she hugged him. When he finished, she closed her eyes and sucked his lips. Catching the ass, he took her to the bathroom, and plunged with her into the cold water. He turned on the heater and leaned back weakly to the side.

Having regained his strength, he pulled her to him, squeezed her wet chest and put his hand on her pubis.

- How smooth! Do you always shave there?

“Yes, since ...” she faltered. - It's a long time.

He scratched his stubble groin, thought. He got up, took the machine, foam, tried on ... I looked at it, about something thoughtful. I handed her the items:

- Now I will shave ... For you ... Give me the first time ...

She even moved away from him, negatively shaking her head, but he continued to push hard and finally loomed over her. Gathering strength and sighing, she took the machine.

He blissfully threw back his head, enjoying the cautious, but such sensual movements of her thin fingers. When she finished shaving, leaving a thin, short strip of black hair, she hesitantly froze on her knees in front of his long erect rocking cock. She nervously bit her lips, realizing the consequences and fearing her own guess. Amin ran his hand along the vertical curly strip, felt the heavy long testicles and, putting the penis on his palm, raised it to her lips. Grabbing her hand, put it on a dry round head, made her squeeze. She moved her lips, trying to say something, but he reached for her second hand ... Moved that member from the member to the scrotum, moved her palm along the smooth trunk ... With her head down, Inga carefully masturbated him, slightly squeezing her testicles, rubbing the member and stroking his head with his finger. He sat down on the edge of the bath and laid his hand on the back of her head, she started, and lowered her head even lower. He guessed that she would not oppose, and was patient. Nevertheless, Inga opened her mouth and swung to the head. He did not push her head with force, as with other women, but aggressively directed, adjusting the pace and depth of the member’s immersion. She tried, however, tightly closing her eyes and holding his hips. Her trembling breasts vibrated so seductively in time with her movements that he squeezed with one hand. Shortly before ejaculation, he forced her to first slowly and slowly move his fingers along the very base of the penis, and then, squeezing it with his palm, slowly lead to the very opening, as if squeezing out a seed. He stopped the head on her lips, and the sperm spat on her tongue. While Amin was moaning from pleasure, he held her, desperately twitching, by the hair. Puffing with pleasure, he crawled into the water and watched, gasping for breath, she reached for the tap to rinse her mouth.

Trying not to look at his smiling face, Inga got out of the jacuzzi and staggered to the bedroom. After getting dressed, she left the house, walked through the park past the talking gardeners, who had become quiet and greeted her. Embarrassed nodded security at the gate. The maid who caught up with her brought a rug, although it was warm. Considering this magnificence once again, the girl thought hard if she could stay here, and for the first time this decision had more advantages.

She returned to the large bedroom. Amin slept on a wide bed already spread over the bed.He lay royally on his back, his wide eastern face was calm and confident. As the master of life, she thought. It was hard to realize that ... Read more →