On Monday, the first thing after returning from work, Lera took up dinner. Husband must be fed regularly, tasty and satisfying. A hungry husband, angry and irritable, and well fed and contented, very much the other way around. Well-fed husband, a pledge of family happiness. Feed the peasant, and then, you can take out his brain for your pleasure. He doesn’t hear anything anyway, and understands little, but you need it, so that he understands that you are blowing into his ears. And so, everyone is happy, you expressed what has accumulated in your soul, he missed it all past the ears. Life is Beautiful.

Remembering the ancient law, well, that, about the way to the man's heart, Lera threw steaks into the pan and began to cut the salad. Dinner is no less important than breakfast. It should be nourishing, but easy. Meat is necessary for man, Sasha needs to restore regular loss of protein.

Beautifully chopped tomatoes, cucumbers, yellow Bulgarian pepper, carefully mixed in a large salad bowl, sprinkled with finely chopped greens, and seasoned with mayonnaise, Lerochka decorated with juicy circles of red and white radish. A sight for sore eyes.

The lock in the door rang, Sasha returned. Lera, sliding slippers on the floor, jumped out into the corridor, smacking his beloved on the cheek, sticking out his round ass for an encouraging slap. After getting what she wanted, she swagged her hips and rushed off to the kitchen. Sanya looked after his happy wife, swallowed saliva. From the kitchen it smelled just awesome, and the wife's ass continued to sway before my mind's eye. He didn’t even know what he actually wanted more, a hot dinner, or a hot wife.

Entering the kitchen and seeing how Lerachka removes the remnants of vegetables in the lower compartment of the refrigerator, the decision came on its own. Rounded ass before his eyes and tearing out member, have not left a choice.

Sasha, with a predatory smile, got close to the prey. Yellow T-shirt and black home leggings. Well, is it an obstacle? Tights quickly left the desired hemispheres and, together with white panties, hung just below the knees. Greedy hands, walked around the roundness of the master's hand. A pair of juicy slaps and contented squeals from the refrigerator caressed Sasha's ears.

“Why did you think that, dinner?” - The question was obviously rhetorical, but Sasha answered.

- Polar words were not given. - Sasha pulled out a rebellious body and rubbed them on the sweetie "little file" of his wife. She fell silent and leaned forward.

Sasha sent a member of the cave began to get wet and slipped inside.

- Oh ... Ooh - came from the fridge.

Sasha was in no hurry, as he fucked his wife measuredly, pulling off a half of the yellow pepper from the table crunching his appetite.

- I suppose, again with his hands. - Outraged the fridge.

Sasha grunted and began to massage the sphincter ringlet temptingly swaying in front of his eyes.

Having thrust a finger there, with pleasure listened to the response of the wife

- Did you ever wash your hands? - Nodding in response, continued

- Yeah ... Give me a cucumber.

- Which cucumber? - surprised asked from the fridge.

- Well, you yourself choose what you like best. Thicker or longer. Listen, do you have eggplant? Or zucchini?

- Dick. Maybe you still kachan give cabbage? - the refrigerator was indignant.

- No, not fit. - Sasha put another finger in his wife's ass, pulled them in different directions. - It definitely won't fit.

- Asshole. - ascertained from the bottom-mongrel asshole.

A smooth, green, greenhouse cucumber appeared over Lerochka’s shoulder.

- And pimples, what not?

- Pick up your ass in your ass, and smooth in my ass.

- As you say. Give mayonnaise.

- WHAT FOR?

- For lubrication, why else. Do not fill the same salad.

- MORON. Maybe you can give more ketchup. Gourmet fucking.- A plastic jar of yogurt appeared over the shoulder. - Anyway overdue.

Sasha smiled contentedly, what an economical wife he has.

He tore off a plastic sheet and licked yogurt from it. Strawberry. And quite edible.

Dropping from the heart to the developed anus of the spouse of the pink mass, I heard a scream.

- Cold ... San, do you have any idea how I’ll tear off on you? The experimenter is a naturalist fuck.

Sasha grunted and put a cucumber on his wife's anus. Without taking out his dick, he pressed. Yogurt-smeared cucumber entered as poured. Lera only managed to squeak, and a juicy, green vegetable had already settled in her ass.

Cucumber came in about half and now proudly sticking out of his ass.

Sasha felt it through a thin layer of flesh. He put his hands on Lerina's hips and pulled over, leaning forward.

A member walked in Lerina pussy gliding in a lively tunnel, and through a thin wall rubbed on a solid oblong cucumber. Half green dildo stuck between the two white hemispheres, and swaying seductively in time with his movements. Lera fell silent and only barely audibly moaned.

Sanya caught the green lever and pulled it out. Having a little stretched out, he again plunged him inside his wife. A satisfied groan from the depths of the refrigerator suggested that he was acting in the right direction. Spitting on caution, he began to fuck his wife's cock in the pussy and cucumber in the ass, gradually increasing the pace of both. Okhane was replaced by sobs and turned into a cry

- Yes ... Yeah ... Deeper ... Yeah ... IIIIiiiiii ... - the refrigerator yelled. Leraine's hand, which had previously kept to the wall of the household appliance, beat on it like a rabid one.

Fuck you dear. Sasha, overcoming the resistance of a convulsively compressing vagina and anus, drove a dick over the very eggs. Cucumber also entered almost two-thirds.

Lerin massage caused a splash of sperm from the penis directly into the uterus. Cucumber, unfortunately, had no such opportunity.

Sasha breathed a sigh of relief. Sensing that his beloved's body had gone limp as it began, and she began to slowly sink to the floor, Sanya picked up his own wife and pulled her out of the depths of the refrigerator. Gently straightened and turned to face.

Disheveled hair, completely crazed eyes, half-open mouth, spreading mascara. Long time Sanya did not see his wife, in this form. The last time was two years ago, on the morning of the first of January. But then a cucumber did not stick out of her ass.

Awareness of the surrounding reality slowly manifested itself in the leery eyes. A minute later her eyes became quite meaningful, and stared at her husband. Sasha shivered.

Lera tried to bend down to put on her panties and froze.

- He is there. - Sasha nodded, a chill ran down his back. - Pull out. Pull out immediately.

Sasha nodded and gently removed the vegetable, immediately throwing it into the trash. So it is calmer, knowing the spouse's vengeful character, he was afraid that suddenly she would crumble up the salad to his head, from this cucumber. With her will.

- There is come on. - Lera pulled panties and leggings. - Sit down, I now.

Lena went to the bathroom. Five minutes later she returned and sat down at the table. Pensively picking a fork in a salad, izrekl.

- Unusual sensations ... You know, but I liked it ... It certainly does not cancel my revenge, but ...

Sasha breathed a sigh of relief. I will live.

After dinner, Lera began to wash the dishes as usual, and Sanya retired to the room. For ten minutes there was silence, only Lera purred softly under her breath, what a pop song.

Baby, I looked at the mail here ... Do you remember on Saturday I posted an ad in the internet? - Sasha stood in the doorway, leaning with one shoulder to the doorjamb, and slyly looked at his wife.

- I remember. So what? ... Sanya, well, do not weary ... Speak ... Saan ... - Lera turned to her husband and folded her arms in a pleading way around her chest.

- Feedback came ...

- And what is there? ... Saaan ... Well, pzhalsta ... I’ll burst with curiosity right now ... - Lera, she was dancing on the spot.

Excessive curiosity and impatience were Lera's weaknesses. And Sasha knew about it very well. His beloved fidget, simply organically, could not wait. Now he enjoyed the moment.

- Well, there is plenty of spam there, but I poured it in FIG.So, what's left ... In general, let's go, see for yourself.

Lera turned off the faucet, ...