A creaky bell snatched Lisa from sweet dreams.
- What time is it now? She snapped, searching for the stupid button on the bedside table.
- Sleep, Saturday after all, - muttered Anton from the other side of the bed.
“Ah,” she collapsed backwards, exhausted from fighting the alarm clock, which, moreover, had unexpectedly stopped.
Her brows slowly relaxed, her breathing calmed down, and she only sighed freely, ready to return to the country of dreams, when suddenly the nasty squeal reminded of herself again.
- Aaaa, - Lisa began to roar, diving under the covers. - Turn it off, please turn it off! - she shrank into a ball, pulling her knees up to her chest.
“Everything is simple there,” Anton, groaning and smiling asleep, leaned over her, found the coveted lever.
He returned to his seat, and Lisa continued to pretend to be asleep. She was wearing her favorite black silk nightdress worn over her naked body. This time the bottom edge of the negligee rode up, exposing the rounded buttocks.
Anton broke into a smile. He did not often have the opportunity to contemplate the intimate parts of Lisa. This time he even leaned over to get a better look.
"Pretty woman!" He came in delight.
The outer lips of the vagina were shaved smoothly, there was not even a hint of yesterday's brushwood. Bending over Liza, Anton stuck his mouth to the hemispheres of the buttocks, between which the hot rosy nature beckoned a sweet smell. Brackish around the edges of the vagina lobules played on the tongue, revealed a hot pink flesh. Lisa responded with a languid purr, arched the back of a kitty, raised herself on her elbows, bulging her ass. Anton for a moment distracted from the sweet meal, reached out to the bedside table where the condoms were lying. With his free hand, he continued to massage Lysin's pussy.
“Damn,” he puffed, squinting at the bright light pouring from the window. His penis has long been stuck with a stake, and the new pack of condoms did not want to persuade anyone in any way.
Lisa turned over on her back and, spreading her legs to the sides, pulled her heels Anton to her heels.
“Let's do it,” she clutched at her thighs with both hands, hooking her ankles into the lock behind him.
“Not so, I can't,” he crawled an erect penis across the licked belly, avoiding penetration. “Scha, wait a second,” he began to tear open the pack with his teeth. Long drooling and crushed her, cursing to himself.
- Come on, what are you afraid of? - Lisa rubbed her hips, pelvic dancing lambada. - Cum then on tummy. Or in her mouth, she added, smiling slyly.
The torment of eternity is an unbearably long torture for such a fidget as Lisa. Holding back a contemptuous smirk, she unscrewed with force and, slipping from under the blanket, jumped out of the bedroom.
- Never give up! She cried merrily from the depths of the corridor. The door behind her in the closet slammed loudly.
At this moment, the pack in Anton’s hands succumbed to the onslaught, and the condoms in black bags scattered around the bed. Having collected them, Anton collapsed on his back, the excitement quickly subsided. Having stretched his legs and arms over the entire bed, he was breathing heavily, like a seal pinned down by his own weight, a starfish thrown onto wet sand.
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Lisa was in no hurry to return to Anton. She wanted to punish the slow-moving little wife for stubbornness.
“Let him lie down now and think,” she pouted, standing under the shower. “Which is better: sex or masturbation.”
She squeezed the gel into her hand, smeared the liquid over her shoulders and chest. Slippery mass quickly covered her from head to toe. The skin softened, the sensation of warmth and nutrient moisture filled the body.
Lisa stroked herself, grabbing elastic drops of breasts. Those barely fit in the palms, pulled up excited nipples. She went down to the clitoris and with the fingers of one hand parted the lips of the vagina, the other she slowly began to rub the pleasure between her legs, becoming one with him, adjusting to the rhythm of penetration.She put her foot on the edge of the bath, stuck out her recently shaved pubis under the stream of water that ran down her body. Covering her eyes from the pleasure that seized her, Lisa barely restrained herself not to moan. Quickly worked with the index and middle finger, deeply diving inside, reaching for herself. Marvel appeared in front of his eyes, his keen gaze penetrated into the soul, the member sticking out of the horn, flew into the sibling flesh. He took it, nailed to the wall, powerfully and energetically imposing a new mad pace. Vagina flowed excitedly, responding to each stroke. Lisa bit her lower sponge painfully and finished brightly, battling with the desire to scream.
Squatting down, she plopped her booty into the bathroom and stretched her legs. The shower continued to whip over the steaming body, flowing down the belly and thighs. Lisa was lying with her eyes closed, the relaxation in her body was transmitted by a stupefying sense of guilt. Thoughts are confused.
Why is she masturbating under the shower when the groom is waiting for her in the bedroom? Why does Anton want to marry right now, when she is so bad? To bind her marital debt? Why can't she refuse, run away, dissolve, just disappear?
Liza began to cry because of self-pity. Tears were quickly washed off with warm water, leaving no traces.
- Lisa, are you alive there? - she heard the disturbing voice of Anton outside the door. She grinned, lying in a rain of tears.
- You will not get it! - responded, hard getting up.
Turned off the water. Quickly wiping the body and hair with a towel, twisted the turban, threw a robe, slippers. Panties and T-shirt she put on later, but for now breakfast.
The pan met the hostess with yesterday's burnt oil, a black crust of vegetables and mashed potatoes. Cursing, Lisa began to scrub her with a brush. At this moment Anton looked into the kitchen. He immediately took a strategic position at the door.
- Scrambled eggs or scrambled eggs? - asked Lisa, frowning.
- Omelet, please.
- There is no milk. Have scrambled eggs, - she grinned.
- In vain you ran away, - Anton pouted. - You missed a lot.
- How? Did you masturbate too? - she looked round, rolling round his surprised eyes.
- All the jokes are kidding, - Anton smiled sourly.
- How many eggs do you have?
- And what are the options?
Turning around, she arched the curb and, meeting his gaze, twisted her lips in displeasure. I took two steps forward.
“There is only one option,” Liza bent down, standing with Anton to the groin, he was sitting with his knees wide open, “soft-boiled eggs,” her voice sounded haughty and at the same time merrily, maliciously, as it should be in the position of a hostage of someone else’s will.
Anton nervously laughed, but Lisa returned to the stove.
He sat silently, examining the slim figure of his future wife. It seemed to him that Lisa flirts with him, wants more. Why then does she run away from him? It was not easy to understand.
Rising from the stool, he crept up from behind and covered with two palms the elastic buttocks playing under the robe. Rubbing his crotch to his ass, he began to kiss Lisa in the neck, hands slid on his chest. Elastic nipples played on fingertips. He already felt an erection torn from his jeans, Lisa turned off the stove, sticking out her ass, leaning on the kitchen counter, when suddenly an unpleasant thought pricked him in the top: the food would cool down until she had sex. And the cold is not tasty.
- Well, are you ready? He asked, sniffing, pulling away. He is back on the stool.
Lisa with a roar pulled out two plates, separated the eggs with a wooden spatula. All this time she had her back to him, and he could not see what kind of storm was raging on her face, what sparks were pouring from lightning strikes.
- Soft-boiled. Sit down to eat, please, - an obedient little wife with a tender smile on her lips, threw two plates on the table.
Anton shivered.
They ate silently, and Anton decided to touch on an important, very sensitive issue that had disturbed him lately.
“You know, I thought that there were too many guests,” he remarked casually. - I honestly expected a maximum of fifty people. And the restaurant is quite small.
- Well, who do you propose to delete? - Lisa frowned met the ingratiating eyes of Anton.
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