fluttered as follows: The owner, put Marina on his knees between his legs and put a member in her mouth. Then, holding the head of a young woman by the hair, he asked the necessary pace of movement and the desired depth of penetration of the member into the throat of Marina and allowed her to solve the blowjob question on her own. Roma stupidly watched his wife, excitingly sitting bare ass on her feet, diligently doing a deep blowjob to this vile peasant, sniffing and loudly smacking.

- What are you staring at? - The owner paid attention to Roma. - there, the collar is hanging, put it on.

Roma went to the wall, took off his collar and fastened it around his neck.

“The tray is worth it — the master commanded — take it and stand here.”

Roma took a tray on which there were several cans, a bottle of brandy, there were several phaloemiters of different sizes.

- Stay fucking. See how our wife tries. Do you like?

Roma was silent.

- I can not hear?

- Yes, master.

- What do you like animal?

- As our wife diligently sucks you.

- Well done Roma! Began to think a little. - Kirill Arkadievich praised, lifting Marina from her knees and seating her on his knees face to himself. Then he lifted the woman by the buttocks, put her on his dick and began to slowly lower it, pushing her onto his stake. Marina oyknula, often breathed her mouth ajar and completely sat on the penis.

- Move - ordered Kirill Arkadievich. Marina began to obediently move on his penis. After a while, the Boss, too, began to move his pelvis in time with the movements of his partner.

“Pour a tale on my hand,” ordered Kirill Arkadievich Roma, stretching out his palm. Roma put the tray on the table, opened the lid of the tube and squeezed grease into the Master's palm with a characteristic sound. Kirill Arkadievich deftly put his hand to the opened ass and put his finger into the anus of a woman. Marina screamed not so much from pain, but from surprise and tried to jump off her insolent finger. But the experienced Kirill Arkadievich pulled Marina to him and continued to operate in her rectum. First with one finger, then two, three. Marina has already screamed and huddled in his arms.

- Be patient, really endure your husband did not fuck you there? Did not give yes?

Do not worry, later somehow give, here I gave the same. - he laughed.

Then Kirill Arkadievich, lifting him by the waist, put Marina on her feet, got up from the chair, led her to the back of the chair and ordered:

- become a cancer.

Marina, bent down, laid her chest on the back of the chair and spread her legs shoulder-width apart.

- Pull out sexy ass, so I wanted to plant you. So, so, still, well done. Dissolve your ass with your hands, keep it up so you better.

Marina, sobbing in her voice fulfilled the instructions of Kirill Arkadievich. And so she felt how hard, hot head of the Boss member rested against her convulsively frightened compressed anus.

- Do not! Please, not now, very painfully, pohaaaaaaaaa

a member without much delay, slowly and carefully entered the backside of Marina at full length. Marina huddled on the penis, spread her legs, arched her back trying to break free but unsuccessfully. In front of her hips rested against the back of the chair, behind her narrow ass mercilessly entered a thick and long piston.

Kirill Arkadievich, enjoying the spectacle of a member moving in a young, round, and despite the thinness of its owner, an appetizing ass began to accelerate the pace. The slaps and the frequency of cries of gurgles and moans became frequent, the Boss leaning on her partner rapidly finished her intestines.

- Fuuuuh. - Kirill Arkadievich bypassed the woman hanging on the back of the chair, put a limp cock in her mouth and made him lick:

- Let's lick to shine.

Here, as if by chance, Kirill Arkadievich saw Roma, he stood with his head bowed and trembled with shame, horror and powerlessness.

- Oh Marinka was forgotten about her husband.Well, let him satisfy.

Marina, having straightened her arms from the back of the chair, rose and, fearing to meet her gaze, her husband stood up in indecision, with one hand she held on to the torn butt, with the other she covered the roaring face.

- So Roma, take her place, cancer, fucking shit, I said!

- Marina! Take the smallest segment from the tray. Though he is tiny, but more than your husband. Lubricate with grease.

Do not regret, take care of her beloved husband. Now lubricate his point.

- Go ahead! Remember how I smeared you. Do not pity him, pity is a bad feeling. Well done. Now insert a member in his ass.

Insert a vegetable, dick your husband's ass! Stronger, stronger! Push, push!

- Ayaaaaai - Roma groaned when the oiled plastic overcame the resistance of his anus and began to move freely into the depths of his rectum.

- Insert all the way! While the eggs do not rest in his ass. Insert fucking!

Marina, sobbing and whimpering, disgustedly twisting her face, shook plastic eggs at her husband’s pimply buttocks with trembling hands.

- Well done. Something like coped. Jerry him. Qualitatively jerking as you can. So good. Now suck. Suck until he finishes your mouth-sharing Kirill Arkadievich. He himself sat in the chair, smoking a cigarette, blowing smoke rings.

Soon Roma is trembling, with a painful grimace on his face

shot his wife on the face and chest and bent weakly, sticking out his pimply ass with the eggs of the cock planted in him.

Kirill Arkadievich sat Marina next to him, poured brandy and began to philosophize about the complete lack of sexual skills in young people.

Having smoked another cigarette and finished the cognac Kirill Arkadievich, taking with him Marina moved towards the door to another room.

- You Roma wait please here. We have one business with Marinochka. Secret - said Kirill Arkadievich, passing forward a doomed woman walking. The door closed.

At first, Roma heard the sound of water and the muffled voices of the Master and his wife. They bathed for a long time. Then the bed creaked and after a moment the measured creaking and slaps began. Roma was stupidly standing with cancer, as the phallus in the ass caused less suffering and, according to the sounds from the bedroom, a picture of abuse of his wife arose in front of him. Then the slaps stopped, there was a scuffle, then Marina's quiet, quick words, her cry and a long moan, slaps and creaks resumed, but now every squeaky slap was accompanied by a wife's cry. Squeaky slaps became more frequent, cries turned into one lingering cry of pain, then a growl and everything was quiet. A few minutes later, the door opened and Marina walked out of the room, spreading her legs wide, gaiting the cavalryman. Large tears rolled down her face, distorted with sobs.

- Vymi out of him dick and wash it - this is followed by Kirill Arkadievich.

Marina gently took a member out of Romina's ass, went and washed it, wiped it with a towel and laid it on the tray became indecisive.

- Get out! Both! I'm tired. Quickly out!

Spouses grabbed their belongings ran out the door. Moving away from the entrance to a few meters and accompanied by a look receding Tolik, they began to dress hastily. Three young women already familiar to them, who were passing by along the path towards the neighboring houses, looked at the spouses with sympathy.