- No, do not - I said turning to him.

Anal sex was tried several times with my husband, and, to be honest, I didn’t like it very much, so I stopped this continuation right away. Hmknuv accelerated pace while continuing to stretch me sitting back from above. A new wave began to rise in the stomach, preparing a second orgasm. God, in one go, two times! This I have never had. Inside it became hot and slaps of the member began to be accompanied by a loud squish. Milos began to groan, slowing down. It did not immediately come to me that he was finishing up at me. When I began to break out from under him, a strong body crushed from above, and he, lying on me, began to move inside again. Chomping was replaced by a squish, sperm was dripping pubic on the bed. I swore at him in his voice, I didn’t have enough of such a continuation, but the carcass lying on me only increased the pace. The member beat the sperm in a thick white foam, the entire perineum was soaked with it. The body gave up and the second orgasm covered me again, I went limp and stopped resisting. Seeing this, Milosh turned me over onto his back, spread his legs to the sides and sent the entire penis to his squatted cock and continued to torment my insides. Resting the penis to the ground, he again began to lower hot jets inside. Sperm filled the uterus, spreading to all corners. I lay aloof, thinking of my husband, and reproaching myself for such carelessness. Although the cycle was safe days, but you never know.

Looking up from me, Milos fell on the bed next to me. Unable to stretch my legs, I continued to lie with an open pussy, from which a white slush flowed lazily. The internal muscles of the vagina could not converge back and in the perineum gaped gaping hole, with twisted red lips. They knocked on the door and, without waiting for an answer, a dark-skinned guy entered the room and brought orders to the rooms. Standing with a tray in his hands, he froze when he saw us lying on the bed. Miloš said something to him, and he closed the door behind him with his foot, walked over to the table and began to put the brought fruit. But he stared at me with his eyes. With difficulty getting up on my feet I went to the bath, slippery slipped down to my knees

jet. Having sent a shower between my legs, I thoroughly washed everything that this dork was letting me into. Having tied up with a towel, I left the bathroom. Miloš was already dressed, and he and the waiter laughingly left the room. I sat on the bed, untied the towel and looked at my grated crotch. The view was not very. The sponges were swollen and dark red. The sweetness of wild sex mixed with pricks of conscience. I typed my husband.

Day 5

The waiter guy looked at me brazenly while I was having breakfast at the bar. He was talking about something with a colleague, equally dark and young. Miloš passed me by waving a hand. Tonight will be a disco again, and after the bikini contest. I did not think, I went and enrolled in the participants. At the end of the end of the holiday comes to an end and it is necessary to capture all the fun to the maximum. After spending the day in the city, hanging out in the markets and bargaining with local people, by evening I came to the hotel without any feet. The bar was already preparing for the evening show. They organized a small stage, and brought boxes of alcohol to the bar. The people were already catching up, and I hurried up, you need to change clothes and make up.

Disco was in full swing. The people broke away in full and the bar was not overcrowded. After standing in line and tired of waiting, I went to dance again. A waiter guy ran past me and I barely managed to catch him. Shouting in his ear, trying to shout down music, I somehow could explain to him that I needed a cocktail. He understood nod, so I followed him. Entering the hotel, we walked down the stairs to the basement. There was a supply of alcohol.The boy deftly uncorked several bottles, took out a long glass and alternately poured various colored liquids into it. There was no ice here, and I tried a warm cocktail. Yummy! He was very bad at English, but somehow I found out that his name was Zdravko. Having finished the cocktail, I asked for a second one and went back to the bar with him. The guy was walking behind, and I felt his burning look on my back.

Undressing for the contest, I caught men's looks from all sides. The girls came out on a small stage, and exposed their charms to the friendly cries of the crowd. In a pink bikini with a strip on the priest and small triangles covering the pubis and nipples, I went on stage. Raising my hands behind my head, so that the elastic breasts sprawled even higher, I stood up and showed myself. Then she turned her back on the audience and bent. A hoot and a drunk cocktail warmed me up even more. Turning to the audience, I tore off the top of a swimsuit and threw it into the crowd. She waved a pen to everyone, sent a kiss and went down the stage, making room for the next girl. Going down the stairs, I leaned on the hand I was given. Downstairs stood a fat guy and smiled broadly at me. I couldn’t understand what he was saying, but he did not let go of my hand. Turning to English, he said that he is the owner of the local wine cellar and this competition is a good advertisement for him. He really liked my performance, but the daughter of the hotel owner will still get the first place. Holding my hand, he led me to the bar with his wine and offered to taste it. Standing in one bare-chest thong, I took the glass from his hands. The fat man still did not shut up, hugging me around the waist, ruffling about my beauty, staring at my bare chest.

The wine was very strong, my head floated from the glass and I wanted to sit down. Fat uncle deftly poured me another batch. The tart sweet wine was easy to drink, by the end of the second glass I felt that I was losing control and my hands were growing bolder. One stroked her bare breasts, and the second brazenly squeezed alternately halves of the ass, sometimes penetrating under a strip of panties. Since I could no longer walk, the fat man said that I needed to sit down and kindly led me away from the screaming crowd. The head floated, I did not notice how we were near the white van, with inscriptions and a photo of a large bottle of wine on the door. The door opened and with a push in the back I flew inside. The fat man jumped after him and lying on the iron floor I felt the car crouch under his weight. In the dim light, I saw how I stood up to me began to pull down his pants, letting out a weighty, hairy penis. Realizing that me now

will fuck, I tried to get up, but the body barely responded. Feeling how my hair was wrapped around my fist, I began to wave off with weak hands, but the hot member was already pushing my teeth into the throat.

There was no strength to resist and I dropped my hands and closed my eyes, obediently clutching the sliding trunk with my lips. The fat man grunted rather, seeing that I stopped kicking and began to fuck my mouth even faster, keeping my head more comfortable. Drooling dropped on my chest, and stuck on the hairy eggs of a fat man who spanked me on the chin. Letting go of my head and pushing me onto the cold floor of the van, he pulled off my pants and, crushing me, lay down on top of me. Heavy carcass imprinted me on the floor, and the hot cock touched the crotch. Freeing my hand, I fatly licked my fingers, and slipped a dry puss under my hands. He understood, too, spat in his palm and began to rub into me. Leading the head to the clitoris, he began to slowly go inside. The narrowness of the vagina he clearly liked, and he kissing my face, began to slowly fuck me, crushing the belly on top. Rhythmic pushes in complete silence, amid the sound of music coming from the street, literally lulled me. Turning off for a few seconds, I lost track of time. What was this wine? A strong jerk and I stand on all fours, and slaps are heard from behind. Gradually, nature took over and I began to flow and it became easier for the fat man to enter me. I tried to focus, so as not to turn off and do not fall face down on the floor.There was not enough bruise. Drool ... Read more →