fighter from the hole. He took a member in his hands began to wipe him on the belly of my wife. Then finally got off my bed.

The wife continued to lie for some time. Her rounded tummy glistened from the discharge of the male. I also had a view of the splayed legs of my wife, where through the thick wet hairs we could see the now reddened swollen and her lower lips. They did not close at all, sperm flowed heavily from them. His wife put her fingers into the open hole and took out the sperm, wiping it on the bedspread. It was so much that the action lasted for several minutes, during which the inseminator managed to abundantly eat and dry a couple of glasses of wine. The bedspread was wet with sweat, so the wife began to wipe her about herself. But my wife’s bosom did not dry out, the smeared sperm again glittered with the lights on my wife's legs, her wet hair and tummy! After half a minute the wife sat on the bed, continuing to wipe her hands in her hands on her body. Now even the hair was in a white thick liquid Santa Claus. She still breathed deeply, the play of the light of our garland and street fireworks made her so incredibly beautiful. Eyes as if looking into nothingness. She tried to get up and say something, but she was not very good at it. Her legs gave way, and she twisted helplessly in a lump on the bed. From her parted lower jaws, sperm was still dripping onto my bed! The guy again quickly grabbed a sandwich and a glass of wine, turned around in it: - Well, let me take you and wash you. Maybe you should not meet her husband at the New Year's table so beautiful!

He again took my wife in his arms carried to the bathroom. She relaxed cupped his shoulders, and, now with no resistance nestling, hung in his arms, touching his big cock with her ass. Strong male easily carried my spouse.

I was all excited. My dick burst out of his pants. As soon as they were gone, and the water began to rustle, I unbuttoned my fly and went to the bed. It was half wet and smelled of recent copulation. My wife tried to wipe off the blanket, so it was wet from sweat and sperm. I relish cumshot on him, unable to contain the stress of his lower friend. My sperm mixed with Santa Claus sperm on our blanket. I quickly pulled on my pants and wrote a message to my wife that I would still be late. After all, I had to go back to work and change clothes, and my wife would have time to cover the traces of the meeting with Santa Claus.

The guy brought my wife into the room and carefully put him on the sofa. I noticed that my wife's pis was now clean shaven, but her lips were still wide open. They were still reddened and swollen. And sparkled from the water. She took the phone and displeasedly read my message, which was heard for the guy. He again drained a glass of wine, sat on the sofa. He pulled my spouse up, kissed her loudly on the lips, then bent down, crumpled her breasts and smacked her nipples, then tummy, putting my beautiful fingers between his legs. Again his reared big cock rested against the round belly of my wife. Santa Claus lay back on the sofa. He put his wife astride, raised and put on a member. Now his friend is not so problematic entered my wife, who meekly exhaled. He grabbed her lower back, pressing his tummy slightly back to his press. With his palms he began to raise and lower his spouse, wielding his aggregate in her bosom. She fell limply on his chest. Her face buried in his cheeks, big boobs slid over his pumped chest. His eggs relish holes on my beautiful ass. When he raised her above himself, or moved his pelvis, his wife moaned again and again. Sometimes from slapping her on the ass, and the wife squealed.

Then he took it off of himself, pressed his back to the back of the sofa, turned his wife to his back and began to enter her from behind, holding her by her rounded tummy, occasionally fingering the clitoris or mi sisechka. Soon his dick again reared a slurp inside my wife, who dangled her hands, closed her eyes helplessly and moaned loudly.Then he turned his wife around again and pressed him, having sex on his side. After some time, the wife again clung to the rapist and huddled in a long orgasm. After giving his wife a chance to relax from bliss, the boy slowly continued on his way to the pleasure that my pregnant spouse gave. Now Santa Claus was not in a hurry, because the New Year has come, and the joyful shouts of his welcomers were accompanied by joyful shouts from sex in my apartment.

I received a message from the taxi driver and I had to leave this spectacle. I left my apartment, which smelled not only Olivier and tangerines, but then sperm, where copulating moaning young bodies reeked.

I returned home in the morning. My wife slept quietly. Traces of a stormy New Year's Eve were removed. The bed is washed. A clean laid out. It was only noticeable that the New Year's table had thinned slightly. The wife was also clean and did not smell sex. And gently snuffled in his sleep. I kissed the young spouse on the cheek. She moaned sweetly and turned around, opening her eyes. - Forgive me for being late - there was a lot of work. How can I make amends? - I whispered to my wife. Hoping for mutual affection. But the wife slightly moved away from me and said: - Yes, you are very guilty. Made me spend the New Year alone! Therefore must let me go. I was invited here to work a little Snow Maiden on children's greetings. - Well, what to do, the main thing is that Santa Claus was good. - Be calm, very experienced Santa Claus will be with me!

In the evening, it tinkled, a taxi and my beloved flew out in the Snow Maiden costume. At the car she was met already by two Grandfathers Frost. And every evening my little wife went to work as a Snow Maiden right up to the Old New Year! She came late and immediately went to bed after a shower. We never had sex before the birth of a child. But my memories of what I saw on New Year's Eve allowed me to satisfy myself. And now, two years later, when the child has grown a little and can stay with her dad, the little wife again asks to let her go to work as the Snow Maiden for the New Year holidays. I think it is worth it to let this festive prank, although I am afraid that Santa Claus will bring us one more child from himself!