I twisted her hands behind her back, with my free hand I found the phone in the back pocket of my shorts. The girl was trying to say something through an improvised gag. The man asked softly: “You won't yell?”. Slut shook his head and Dima took out a handkerchief and she chafed in a loud whisper: “Uncle, give me the phone, it's new, my mother will beat me ... pretty, please!”. The man shushed at her: “Close your mouth!” And the lass fell silent, and he continued: “Video, where they fuck this woman, where?”.

The girl, shaking hands, took the phone and threw the movie to Dima at Wattsapp, then deleted it and gave the man to check that everything was deleted. Dima removed the phone and slapped the bitch on the pope: "Do not try to tell someone about it ... Forget this woman too, forget ... Understand?". She squeaked and whispered, "Is she your ... yours?" Wife?". Dima pressed the girl to the plastic slide and his hand took her ass. The bitch closed her eyes and babbled: "Release your hands ... I will not run away ... just give me the phone?". Dima returned the device to her and she clung to him: “Thank you ... oh!” - she giggled: “You have to ... look at me like that!”. She looked at him with a fucking look, sat on his haunches and, before Dima understood what was happening, the girl already sucked him, lowering his training ones. Having played enough with his dick, the bitch got up and whispered: “A good ending ... Does she not give you something? Look how it stands ... ". The girl clung to him pussy, and Dimin member stuck upright between their bellies, and the whore rubbed on him and breathed heavily. Dima picked up the bitch by the rolls and put him on the railing of the stairs, so that her butt hung between the boards.

He bent down to consider her pussy. The girl was clearly a minor - compared to him, but the cunt was already developed for the glory, and the point too, and she was not at all embarrassed that she was being looked at by an unfamiliar man. Dima just adapted and pushed the dick into her hot hole, the slut gasped and clutched the little hands in his “olympic”. Holding the bitch by the buttocks, Dima fucked her, pushing the dick to the very balls, loudly slapping the scrotum on her bottom. Pussy pretty squished and snorted, letting and releasing the dick, the girl breathed heavily and sweetly, moaning and pushing the letters towards the penis. Finally, the bitch finished, dripping pussy out of the sand, legs cramped and the girl screamed a little, buried her face in the chest. The man took it off the railing, put cancer on the bench and tucked the cock slut in the ass. Wet point with a smack swallowed his dick and Dima earned his hips. The girl, holding on to the back of the shop, sat herself on the point of his dick with a point, she was already quite clearly moaning and asking to fuck her and not stop. She finished again and Dima poured the complete ass of sperm after the bitch, patted her ass and took the dick, which made the girl fall on the bench exhausted: “Well, your fool is this ... wife! Whore stupid ... such a man ... ".

He tickled her pussy and the girl squeaked: “Aww-ay-ay-ay! You can not tickle ... ". She stood on the bench with her feet, and Dima, who had already pulled on the workout, took her ass again and kissed her tummy and tits: “How do you call ... shalavka small?”. She was not offended and also whispered kissing him: “Olya ... And you?”. He replied: “Dima ... I will go ... I will look for my whore. If anything - call the number in Wattsappa! ”- and went to the side of the house. Olya sat down on the bench, spread her legs like a damn and called: “Dimul!”. He turned on the move and the bitch spread her cunt with her fingers and sang lustfully: "We are waiting for you ... my sweet ...". The man shook her finger and blew a kiss. Olka made a gesture as if she caught him and put it to the dissolved pussy. Slut and the truth was very young, she was only eighteen in the winter. Olga was not stupid, she studied well, she was well-bred, but she loved sex and so far she could not overcome it. She gladly fucked, of course, being protected and not having a long relationship.The bitch got up from the bench, found panties and shorts, pulled on, checked for the presence of a mobile phone and stretched sweetly: “Ooohhh! Well ... what does the grown up boy mean! ”And headed for the house.

Freshly fucking whore Svetlana Vasilyevna slipped into the porch, the elevator lifted her to her floor, here it is, the cherished door and ... Oh, the horror! There were no bags, but along with her keys, a mobile phone and documents ... A skirt with a bra was in the bag, which meant it was too much to go outside to look for a bag with bare cunt, even at night. Then the "batteries" finally sat down and Sveta squatted by the door and wept. After about five minutes, the sound of an elevator arrived, the doors opened, the keys in the vestibule rattled. Sveta cringed and squeezed her eyes, and suddenly the voice of her husband spoke sarcastically over her: “What, slut, fucked up, but she went home without pants? Keys stitched? Is the phone expensive? BUT?". Not believing her ears, Sveta looked at her husband, who was twisting her panties on her finger, holding in her other hand Svetina’s purse, from which a skirt and a bra protruded. She had never seen him like this, and he talked to her like that for the first time. Dima with undisguised contempt threw: "Get up, bitch, let's go home ...". Sveta jumped up and whispered behind her husband, herself thinking up a version that could otmazats her at least somehow.

However, her husband surprised her again. As soon as they entered the apartment and Sveta began to moan: "Honey, I am not guilty ... I was raped ... there are some teenagers drunk." But her husband did not let her finish, Dima punched her in the bottom and snapped: "Live in the shower, whore ... cheap ...". Sveta nodded: "Yes, dear ..." and rushed to the bathroom. Standing under a stream of hot, almost boiling water, water, the woman was shaking. She poured a shower gel on a washcloth and wanted to soap, when the shower door suddenly opened and her husband stepped into the booth. Dima took the washcloth from his wife and took Sveta by the throat: “Well, bitch, how did you fuck? Probably for all your shitty life it was cut off? ”. His hand began to rub it with a washcloth, then Dima threw it and began to lather his half-dead with fear with his bare hand. He crushed her boobs, then got to her pussy and ran his fingers there: “Wow! How they banged you! So you and teenagers ... That's what you are so filled there and finished like a cat! ”. Sveta covered her face with her hands, turned her face to the wall: "Dima ... Dima, I'm sorry, I ... I'm sorry, I couldn't ... it happened ... God, what a shame!"

The husband hugged her from behind, from which she jerked, apparently waiting for the blows, but he felt that he frankly paws her, and his dick standing with a stake slipped between Svetka's buttocks and was caught in her legs: "Dima ... what are you ...?" . The husband hissed at her: “What, bitch, did you feel good with them? Do not lie to me, I saw everything ... Well? ”And Dima bit, of course, jokingly, his wife by the scruff of his neck. Light squeaked with fear and began to cry: "Dima ... please ...". The husband pressed her harder: “Well? Tell me how you ended up there ... How did they beat you in two trunks there? ” Sveta felt that her husband was no longer cursing, his tone was rather curious and interested, and she mourned: “Yes, you know how much it hurts in the ass ... and there were so many of them, healthy are ...”. Husband interrupted, speaking with mockery: “You don't give in the ass. This is not hygienic? BUT? And suck ... ". My wife whined: "They made me ... Dima!" “Do not lie to me, whore!” - he turned her face to himself and for the first time she looked into his eyes: “Dim, I really fucking ... I did not expect this from myself. I myself ... I sucked at them and cum ... they finished for me, and I ... I haven't finished so many times in my life. Dimochka ... it was painful, there were a lot of them ... and good, it was never good. See, I'm really a whore! ”And she shed tears from her eyes. Looks like she didn't pretend. The husband poured her out of the shower, washing away the remnants of foam and commanded: “Running into the cot ... moving your oven ..." and, as it were, surprised and admiringly added: "There’s a whore ...

It turned out that for Sveta this sex night was not over. Husband, at first, made her suck, and then fucked, putting his wife with cancer, so that Sveta had cum twice, although it seemed that today everything was already over - all orgasms were over ...And she felt particularly good with her Dimka, so when he finished her pussy, Sveta without his request, sucked his dick up to working condition and already climbed onto her husband from above and received two more powerful ones, so sweet and long orgasm ...

She was lying on her husband, and he caressed her ass, tickled her sides and armpits, and Sveta whispered to him that today he was divinely strong and affectionate at the same time. She really was so good that she could not even believe that they had been together for so many years and so ... Dima slyly squinting said: "Sing, bird, sing ... I remember how you called these" pioneers "-" my sweetie "and how was it good there ... How is your boyfriend? Gray-haired! Here is a gallant cavalier, the lady fucked like a cat, walked to the house, with bare ass, in the mouth, fucked good-bye, and also kicked in the ass, well, goodbye, rolled off ... ". The wife began to cry: "Why are you so ...". The husband got out from under her: “Yes, okay ... have patience, tomorrow I will gather things and leave ... Do you think that I will live with such a whore? What roars? You will turn around here alone, call your ebaku ... or just go to school at night. Why? Cheap and angry ... I'm on the couch to sleep ... That's it! ”And leaving a screaming and crying spouse in the bedroom, Dima went into the living room. He threw a blanket on the sofa, and the second took cover and pretended to be asleep ... Light slipping barefoot, came in a couple of minutes, wrapped in a blanket, she sat down next to the sofa on the floor and squishing her nose and shuddering from spasms, quietly crying, holding her husband's hand in their palms. Dima, pretending that he was sleeping, heard a quiet one: “I will not let you go anywhere ...” and then some kind of babbling of a sleeping wife. He also passed out, waking up before dark, found his wife sleeping on the floor, with his head on his hands. Dima went to the toilet, lifted Svetka from the floor and carried him to the bed in the bedroom. The wife immediately turned over on its side, substituting her husband ass. Dimka smiled, stroked his wife's exhausted pussy, but she squeezed her buttocks a little and muttered through her dream: “Dimochka ... not a hooligan ... All in the morning!”. He lay down next to him, threw a blanket and falling asleep, he thought: “We will have to find this bitch Olga ... fucking fucking, even though the little one ... slut-