M. A. I got up on my elbow and watched a dreaming girl. With a calm, seemingly carefree face, she was beautiful. I wonder what her thoughts about? Yes, why does he probably regret it about the husband who had kicked her?! Beautiful women are all the same: the more you beat them, the more true they. What would he do, leave her now from him? While he is not ready to share her with anyone, she is his woman with whom he is comfortable.
I wonder if she is smart? Somehow he did not think about it. He came across girls older and younger than her, whose behavior in sophisticated sexual games repelled him with their hot desire to continue. Maybe they smelled of debauchery, spoiled, unlike this decent conservative. Highly supporting perversion in all its forms, probably deeply in his soul, he long longed for such a slightly notorious girl, in order to try lustfully on her, submissive and dependent, the entire rich arsenal of sophisticated debauchery.
And watch how she in every sense grows up next to him, accepting his rules. Remembering that tomorrow she will be waiting for a microoperation in the clinic and for some time it will not be completely accessible to him, he surrendered to pleasant plans for this night. – Remember how he fucked you in the bath? – Finally, he decided to confirm his guess. She looked at him strangely and got up from the shelf.
Almost by forcely stuffing her to the cosmetologist and on massage, with a cup of coffee in his hand he wandered through the shops of the sports complex. In a jewelry salon, his attention was drawn by a foot bracelet: a thin sparkling chain with pendants in the form of a lock and key. Grinning, he immediately bought it. Entering the masseur (he also visited him), m. A. Silently put on a bracelet on an elegant ankle of Angelica. The masseur praised the jewelry, and she glanced briefly and, sad, looked at him. They understood each other.
Of course, this was childish on his part, but he decided to check one guess. Neither doubts, nor fears that he could lose her, he had no. And yet he wanted to make sure of his innocence. Bringing her to their former family nest, he opened the door in front of her and said that she must have wanted to pick up anything from there. He handed her the keys to which she first looked with surprise, then, remembering, she took indifferently. Without looking at him, she sat nearby and looked right in front.
Sitting so, slowly went out and some kind of alien gait went into the porch. Anton immediately opened, as if standing behind the door. Silently they stood opposite and looked at each other. He was the first to come to his senses, extending to her then a hand -updown, which he removed from the hanger. Asked if she would take anything else. She shook her head negatively. Other questions did not sound, he looked after her and quietly closed the door. The driver reported m. A. about the details of the meeting of the spouses, following her at his request. Silent, she got into the car and looked out the window all the way home. I did not cry. He smugly praised himself in his soul for a right move.
After a light dinner with wine, a minute of tenderness found him. He called her to his chair and, putting her on his knees, hugging, kissed. Noticing that she mechanically answers him and thinks about something of her own, led her foot along her. Without finding a gift, he looked at her ankle and asked where the bracelet was. She carried it, he held out his hand and took the chain. He looked at her expectantly, she, after a moment, grimaced, but held out her leg. Having snapped the bracelet, he kept her ankle, stroking. She indifferently untied the waist of the dressing gown.
Habitually constrained, he laid it across the bed with his head to the very edge, put the pillows under her, stood above her, spread his legs, and, bending, put impressive testicles into her open mouth. Helping her hands, she licked one or the second ball, then swallowed them both, sucking them in hot depths of her mouth, then pulled one by one. He relied on her chest, pressing him to the bed, adjusting the depth of the scrotum immersion in her hips. He took out the hardened, reduced bags from her mouth and arranged a swollen penis between her breasts. Having squeezed the moisturized trunk with soft hemispheres, he swayed for a long time over her face, stimulating himself. She lay calmly, slightly bent her legs, covering her eyes.
He did not like her detached look: he knew how to fix it. Pressing the crotch against her neck, he pulled her legs up, spread them, thus opening and raising her dry hole. Forcing her to hold one leg with constrained hands, he plunged his fingers with pleasure and ran along the inner walls of the vagina. Finding sensitive zones soon, pressed on them. Lika’s breath was lost, and he increased the rhythm and the depth of immersion of the brush.
Having brought her to the peak of passion, he smugly noted that she had no trace of detachment and thoughtfulness. She, like yesterday, and the day before yesterday, turned into a girl longing for pleasure, her heavy moans confirmed this. He increased her ecstasy, lowering his thumb on a darkened clitoris, pressing it. The usual subtle vibrations of the delicate area assured him that her thoughts are now not busy.
Now you could do your own pleasure. He moved her from the edge, sat on her stomach, forcing her to suffocate, and again putting her dry member between her mounds, slipped on her. With his fingers, he opened her mouth and, bending her head forward, immersed the head with drops protruding from the hole in her. The wet dark cock glided easier between the wet, tightly squeezed breasts. Her tongue around the head scurried about it faster. She felt the pulsation of the hot organ on her lips and tried to turn away, but did not have time. Greatly captured by him for whiskey, she was pressed to his crotch and took his seed almost in the throat. He lowered her head on the pillow and clamped her mouth, watching her trying to escape. Holding sperm in the mouth and not finding a way out, she gently swallowed her in small sips. Wrinkled, and he, getting off her, laughed.
Seeing the vibrator he gets with a clitoral process, she said that she did not want today, that she was tired. Picking handcuffs on the hook of the cable, he joked that he should not move away from the usual routine. Having pushed the electrical appliance into it and fixing it with belts, it was picked up so that it could stand or even sit on the floor, and as usual went to relax in the shower. She, remaining standing with a vibrating crotch, looked hostilely in his back. Returning, he found her sitting on the floor, bending her legs and his head bowed, trembling coarsely and wall.
Sitting on a chair, dragged it closer and arranged at his feet. A sweaty, convulsive, exhausted girl was the limit of his dreams. He pushed her on the carpet and touched the vibrating pubis with his foot. She cried out, he pressed a little, and the girl bent under his pressure.She raised her hands to her face and bit her fingers. At the sight of her constrained, wriggling at his feet, he pleasantly warmed in the groin from the anticipation of exciting re -copulation. Looking thoughtfully at Lika, he glided the foot over her trembling body: he wrote out circles on his stomach, froze on a shaven triangle, but decided not to add new suffering, he led up and arranged a foot between the soft bulges.
Pressed on the nipples, clamped them with his fingers and pulled them until they hardened and became sharp. The circular massacred his chest, stroked his neck, crushed a little, noticing fear in her eyes. He threw back her hand, ran his fingers on his lips and pushed them into her mouth. She jerked her head, but could not free herself;With a sigh, licked his fingers. With complex emotions, she followed his hand, which switched the mode of the masturbator;The intensified vibrations forced her to tighten her legs to her stomach, curl up with a kalachik and publish a half -life moan. With difficulty, he stuck the foot between her shaking closed legs and, rolling her on her back and pressing her with his other foot, began to rhythmically press the crotch, slightly pressing the working device.
She cried silently, biting her whitened hands and seeing the not yet exposed head of his penis, rhythmically sliding in the ring of his fingers. Here the round end prayed, he turned off the device and, for the last time pressing her between her legs, held out his hands. Having put her on his knees on his armchair, he wider her still trembling legs and, unbuttoning his belts, pulled out the device. Having giving her a minute to restore her breath, he lowered her hands to the half -wound member, he began to rub the flowing moisture on her thighs with his own. Having reached her oozing slit, he stroked her with vertical movements, penetrating completely shallow, preventing him from leaving excitement.
So, touching each other with wet fingers, spreading out in a soft chair, in silence, disturbed only by quiet breath, they masturbated each other, performing a certain half -mystical ritual. Having laid her legs on the armrests of the chair, he planted her tired bosom on the piston ready for the labels and earned his hips. She seemed to rest, lying on his chest. He covered her jumping breasts and in satisfaction felt his every blow inside her supple body. Adoring the orgasm vibrations of her clitoris, shortly before the end, he took it with two fingers and rubbed it until he gratefully reacted to his efforts. At the same time, they survived sweet convulsions, merging with bodies on a soft chair.
Having brought her to the bath, he again put her on his chest and let water. To the sound of pouring water, she asked: – You are enough for me? – For today? He joked. She gathered with the spirit: – I don’t like what you are doing with me … What did it … He was so good now, and he was not at all located to boring conversations. – But I really like everything. Wasn’t you pleased? – Was. Turning her head to him, he stopped the further banal conversation with a kiss, from which her neck soon flocked and lips got sick. “May I go to sleep, I have a difficult day tomorrow,” she opened his hands, got up and, without wiping, went out. – Ah, yes, because she is to the hospital tomorrow! Forgot. Returning, he found her sleeping.
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