move it to the beat of the melody. He sat down so that the bottoms would be on the same level with the booty, and in a businesslike way, clasping his hips, pulled me towards him. Solid flesh rested against me. I continued to squirm, and his hands began to walk on my body. The longest he lingered on his chest, nosing her and pulling her nipples. After his hands she was red, and I was so excited that I had to stop all this and go to my room. Otherwise, I could lose my head. With difficulty finding a wet sundress and squeezing it from the absorbed moisture, I pulled it over myself. Miloš pissed offendedly, but I still went to my room. The ring on my right hand reminded me that I was a married woman. But in thongs it was treacherously wet.

Day 3

The next day I went to the beach again. I lay in the sun, swam in the warm sea water and did not think about anything at all. I was doing what I came here for. By evening, hungry and tired, I went to a bar. Nothing reminded of yesterday's party, lazy tourists sat again and sipped free cocktails. The pool was full of people and the figure of Milos rose above them. A couple of girls obviously stuck to him, constantly turning around. After finishing the lemonade, I went to the room, in the coolness of the air conditioner. I woke up at night and, dawning from idleness, decided to go out for a breath of night air. The hotel was already asleep, just something where the party people were still roaring. Passing by the pool, I stopped. Slyly looking back, I took off my shorts, T-shirt and jumped into the water, purposely creating a noise. Five minutes later, the angry pool owner was right there. Apparently he just woke up and ran out like he was sleeping in some boxers. Seeing that it was me, he became kinder. I called his finger to me and he, without thinking, dived headlong. Swam up close to me and took me by the waist. I threw my legs around his sides, and put his hands on his neck. He whispered something in his own language, and his hands were already on my bottom. Losing my head, I kissed him long and juicy. I stood in the crotch rested his rising member. He pulled me off and pulled my hand out of the water. On land, I appreciated the beauty of his farm. It fell out over the edge, inflating panties. I really wanted to look at him. Seeing my gaze, Milos took off his underpants and lay down on a chaise longue, letting me enjoy the beauty. The big, strong trunk ended in a small but sharp brown head, and the foreskin was cut off. Powerful veins girdled with a smoothly shaved penis and beautiful massive eggs. The size was matched by the owner. I sat down and put my hand on this monster. He was hot, throbbing, and his skin was rough. Due to the thickness of the fingers did not converge and lifting it, I felt the weight with my hand.

“Yes, there are two kilograms here,” I said in Russian.

- What? - asked Milosz.

- Hammer - I laughed.

While podrachivaya one hand, the second I began to knead his eggs. Each was the size of a tangerine and comparing all this with the size of my husband, I thought that there are two times more, and a member and balls. Milos got up and pulled my wet hair to my cock. I hesitated, damn, it's treason! But the huge pulsating member in my hand made me succumb to the temptation. I dropped my mouth on it, the head could easily fit in my mouth, but then the thick barrel did not climb. I was able to suck only the head and rifle trunk. Miloš watched my movements and straightened falling hair. Tired of sucking, I straightened up, thought for a second and spread my leg over it, stood on top. Having bent over the edges of the panties, I took the member and put the head in the folds of my pink lips. Leading his head between them, I could feel the blood being poured with blood. The sponges have already opened wide enough, and his head was almost half in between. Milos pushed the pelvis up, and the head slipped into me. I froze. Oh god He began to move deeper and deeper, but the thick trunk did not pass on.

- How old are you? - he asked.

“Twenty-eight, I answered him in surprise.”

- Like a virgin - he said, took me off his penis, got up and put me on a chaise longue on all fours went behind.

One hand lay on my lower back, and the other he sent his stake to me. The head slipped easily into me again, and the trunk rested against the walls of the vagina. In sharp jerks, he began to grind him into me by entering a centimeter. Feeling how narrow walls diverge, letting it pass, I howled. He, not paying attention, thrust him centimeter by centimeter to the uterus and eventually entering it, at that moment I began to cum. No one in me was so deep. Wave after wave orgasm mixed with the pain of a torn vagina shook me. Standing on all fours on cotton hands and feet, I gasped, for the first time I had such a strong orgasm. Milos, having put his head on the bottom of the uterus and feeling that there was no further way, began to take his penis out of me. He barely went out, twisting the sponge out. Coming out of me, I felt that the vagina immediately returned to its previous size. After a pause, he slowly began to shove him back, he entered just as tightly, it was felt that my flesh was resisting. The stars came back from his eyes when he touched the uterus. But not lingering there a member came out, and immediately flew into me again, the pace began to increase, and I was not sure that I could take it. Both hands lay on my hips and Milos began to fuck me, as males take their bitches. The insides were still not yielding, tightly tightening his cock, obviously giving him pleasure.

“Good virgin,” he praised me.

But I was not up to it, I hardly tolerated his penis. The stomach cramped and the crotch ached, but in all this pain was a great pleasure. The narrowness of the vagina did not allow him to last long. He grunted hard, pulled his penis out of me and began to lower him on his back. Discharge after discharge. I fell down exhausted on a chaise longue while he poured semen on the seed.

Day 4

I woke up just for dinner. Lying in bed, I lowered my hand between my legs, fearing for my pussy. But she was, as before, small and neat. During the night, elastic muscles took their place. While dining at a bar, I looked for a large, pumped-up figure, but Milos did not appear. In the evening he knocked on my door. Immediately unleashing my robe and letting her breasts out, he climbed into my panties. I helped him take them off and lay down on the bed spreading her legs, showing him her pussy. His tongue began to penetrate inside. A phone call slashed his ear.

- Hello - I answered hoarsely, without looking who is calling.

- How are you dear? - the gentle voice of her husband was silenced by the brazen language of Milos.

- I'm fine, only you are missing - I breathed into the phone.

“And I miss you,” he replied.

At that moment, instead of a tongue, a member began to penetrate into me, I took the phone aside so that my husband did not hear my moan. Just as yesterday, he had difficulty making his way through a narrow passage.

- Everything is good? Your voice is hoarse - my husband asked.

- Probably from the cold lemonade - trying to speak smoothly, I squeezed my eyes, the member entered me in its widest place, in its middle.

Miloš started massaging my clitoris with his thumb and became completely dark in the eyes.

“I'm going to have dinner, I'll call you tomorrow — I’ve hung up and threw the phone.”

As widely as I could, I spread my legs so that Milosz would be able to fit in his large pelvis and be more comfortable in fucking me. And he stepped up the pace of thrusting his fat cock into me. His rough skin rubbed tender insides. I yelled out loud, grabbing my hair, and again he was hammering my uterus, crushing all the nerve endings and starting an orgasm. Again, I finished as never. Losing consciousness for a few seconds, I again came to my senses, and Milosh all this time without getting tired of fucking me. Not remembering how I ended up lying on my stomach, but he, leaning over the whole mass, pulled me from behind. Brought together the legs squeezed the vagina to the smallest size. He puffed, with difficulty pushing a member into me, squeezing both halves of the ass with huge hands. Heavy eggs clapped in time with his movements. The sheet on me was wet from the grease released, I flowed so much that it was not clear ... Read more →