with a smile, already without reminders, she stares into her eyes, catches her eyes, without interrupting eye contact for a second, she sees that I like it and tries to please, exactly what I wanted. My hands are free, she does everything herself without prodding and corrections, can work with her mouth and really tries, looks like a real whore, but not a dirty slut, but her own household litter, agreeing to anything, but with only one person . I'm not iron, I started to finish and did not have time to realize that I needed to hold her head. I did not have to worry, she did not pull away, carefully collected my sperm in her mouth, swallowed and completely licked the penis. Her eyes had become much calmer, clumsily rose to her feet and turned to me sideways, calling for her hands to be released.

- Do not rush. We haven't finished yet. - Putting my palm on her soft, elastic ass, I gladly squeezed her and pushed Svetlana to the bed. Hesitating, she nevertheless obeyed, walked over and gently sank on her back, sighed and resignedly spread her legs. I did not succumb to the provocation, did not allow her to dictate terms. Effortlessly, playing with his chest along the way, he turned on his stomach, raised his ass, and forced him to spread his knees wider. In this position she was very attractive, so accessible and defenseless, I saw her hands deprived of freedom, and my dick from this spectacle quickly came back to normal. External labia, large and fleshy, spread out to the sides, exposing the delicate pink flesh, the most intimate and cherished place of any woman, is now displayed, accessible and open to the eye, and not only to the eye.

Feeling that I was not yet fully ready for the second call, I could not resist the desire that had arisen and was inclined towards this revealed bud of pleasure. God created the perfect woman, beautiful and gorgeous. The smell of grease, a small amount of which came out during our games, hit the nose with an intoxicating scent. I wanted to drop into this tender flesh, stick my lips into it, but at the last moment I changed my mind and carefully held my tongue. Once again, and again, I received a response in the form of a quiet moan of pleasure, which Svetlana could not hold in her chest, no matter how hard she tried. On my sixth movement, she leaned back, intending to increase pressure, turn tickling into a massage, but I was ready for that and gently leaned back, not allowing her to do that. The game continued, she increasingly tried to implant a pussy on my tongue, but I slipped over and over again and just smirked, watching as she lost self-control, with each movement more and more yielded to the enjoyment that comes from below, rising from the bottom of her stomach. Moisture has become more, now she was barely visible, and oozing out of her vagina with thick mucus, so slippery and pleasant to the touch, with long, crumbly drops flowed down her thighs wide apart, so the first drop reached the coverlet, began to soak into the fabric. It served as a kind of signal for me, the realization came that I was completely ready, the member began to reduce again with a pleasant pulling pain from his overflowing blood.

I immediately put the head to the swollen, becoming even softer and hot lips, held them up, down to the pubis, up again, watching as he like an icebreaker pushes apart these fleshy parts of sensual flesh. Svetlana was already exhausted, quietly moaning, buried her face in bed, and only some crumbs of common sense did not allow her to ask me that I should go in as soon as possible. This is also a kind of torture, I enjoyed it, several times I found the clitoris slippery with grease, massaged it, from which Svetlana just howled, from hopelessness biting her teeth with a crumpled blanket. She no longer had a case that I was her son, that she didn’t want all of this, now only her penis and her wish existed for her to go as deep as possible to satisfy the hunger that arose in her crotch.I myself, passionately wanting, quickly find myself in her hot and slippery hole, I still stopped playing and entered, smoothly, in one motion at once for the entire length. Measuring for a second, listened to the sensations, heated and prepared, she was no match for yesterday’s experience. It seemed that yesterday I found a piece of selected marbled beef, and driven by hunger, I ate it raw and without salt, but today this piece was prepared by a professional chef and served me hot for dinner. Oh yes, very hot, inside Svetlana, as if a volcano woke up, burning sensations that make the hairs on her arms rise and tremble in time with the movements. Warmed up and prepared, she herself enjoyed the penis moving steadily in her oozing crotch, and I couldn’t rejoice, looking at my slippery and glistening cock from her discharge, which I took out almost completely to re-enter with full amplitude.

The smell in the room was stupefying, a mixture of mine, her sweat, the fragrances of her shower gel, but everything drowned out the smell of her lubricant, forcing her to simply lose her head. Perhaps, in another situation, I would have appreciated this mixture of fragrances differently, but now, at the peak of arousal, it was just a fabulous incense, giving eternal bliss. My movements gradually accelerated, became sharper, the amplitude of movement decreased, but movements became harder and harder. With each of my push, I prick the penis all the way down, squeezing into her elastic buttocks glistening with sweat, patting them, taking a snarl with both hands and pulling on it, as if trying to pierce through. Svetlana did not notice the changes, because they were gradual, rejecting all restrictions, moaning incoherently, closing her eyes and giving in to plenty of male hands that held her body, firmly holding her hips. The second orgasm always comes after the first, now I’ve safely rushed into the squishing and slurping pussy, without fear of suddenly ending. My eggs were beating against Svetlana's pubis with a loud slamming sound, I started to sweat, a drop of sweat ran down my cheeks, broke and smashed on Svetlana's loins, mixed with her sweat, absorbed into the skin. My smile began to look like a grin, cruel and furious, wheezing came from my throat, more like a growl, but, here and now I was not afraid that someone would see it. The final was close, I felt it as never before in my life, like a tide that can be seen in advance and you can prepare for the coming of the elements.

I grabbed Svetlana by the waist, made her rise, pressed her tied hands to me, tightened, even stronger, ran one hand between her legs, unmistakably groping for the clitoris, holding the second by the neck, not the soul, but not allowing me to step back even a millimeter. The adrenaline rush was such that my own muscles seemed like steel to me, but for a brief moment I felt that I was all powerful. He moved in his woman quickly and strongly, almost without leaving, even faster, rubbing her clitoris with his hand, splashing into the sides of the discharge and ecstatically listening to her screams and screams. She arched in my hands like an electric arc, strained to the limit, wheezing, interspersed with sobs, burst from her throat. Feeling how it burns and pulsates inside, I moved a few more times and hurriedly left, pulling the tight jets of sperm onto the outer lips of the labia, which were flushed from such treatment. Having let go of Svitlana, who was trembling and sobbing from her orgasm, she gently freed her hands and collapsed exhaustedly on the bed next to her. Yes, whatever happens to me in the future, I will remember this moment forever.

Standing in the kitchen, I noticed a strange cycling. I waited for her for an hour from the bathroom, then we spent almost an hour in the bedroom, and now she has been splashing for about forty minutes in the water, and, apparently, she has been in no hurry to leave. Okay, even though I sent it, I just need to rinse it thoroughly, so that I do not accidentally get lost, even though I’ve finished it, I’d better check it out, let it sit in the water, I think. It is believed that the water soothes, perhaps, will have a beneficial effect, as the first time. I myself managed to quickly rinse in the shower first, put on clean trousers from the stock taken from the house, put on a T-shirt and now pondered at the stove.Wine splashing not in a mug, but in a glass, nevertheless found on one of the shelves, by the way, there was a corkscrew in the same place, but a spoon for dinner was expensive. I will not say that I am a great cook, but I can not fry a chicken and cook spaghetti, there is not a lot of convolutions here. And now, the water began to boil, the chicken turned over, a little more and soon it will be ready, all that remains is to find the plates. With the plates, too, many problems did not arise, good, not a needle, things are large and it is quite problematic to overlook them. After serving on the table and filling the second glass, I waited for Svetlana. Judging by the sounds, she had already finished splashing and walked into the bedroom, which means she would be out soon, did not call, she herself knows that I am waiting for her here. She dressed, put on a light homemade dress, went in and stood in the doorway, looking at me and at the table. I reflexively rose, the years of upbringing cannot be interrupted by the phrase “I am in charge here, sit on my ass”, it is silly to sit back, I came up and noticed tears in my eyes.

- What happened? No need to cry, let's better have dinner, I prepared the chicken ... - I automatically began to utter the phrase, which became a joke in our family, but Svetlana did not let me finish, stepped forward and hugged, burst into tears from my nose, squinting and pouring mine T-shirt tears. I wasn’t able to calm her down right away, I had to give her enough to weep, stroking her head and back, embarrassedly assuring that everything would be fine and should not be upset, in general, I suffered. As it turned out, dinner had affected her so much, despite what I told her, she still considers me her son, and the fact that her son prepared her dinner touched and caused an uncontrollable tantrum. By God, I did not know whether to cry or laugh when she confusedly explained to me the reasons for her behavior. This lady did not cry so much when I pushed her legs apart yesterday, and here you are, the dam burst, how difficult it is to understand women. He spat on everything, put himself on his knees, gently stroking his thigh and allowing him to hug him tightly by the neck. From the side, it might have seemed that just a couple in love, but everything is much more complicated ...