– Get ready, bitch, let’s go for a walk. – The wife abruptly left George, leaving the bathroom completely naked.
He involuntarily fell into a stupor, then observing like rare drops of water, leisurely flowing down her mouth -shaped stall of the third size, freezing on sharp scarlet papillae and then rapidly falling down, on even, smooth legs, with perfect pink manicure on tiny nails.
– Hey, ”Irina cried out her husband,“. Come on, moved your ass.
Gosha rose from the sofa and went to the closet, lowered his spacious family underpants and remaining in a black latex cap of fidelity on a slightly rising seam, opened the doors. In the closet, the number of women’s clothing and linen prevailed over the male. He went over several outfits with the sole fingers of the office plankton, stopping on a silk black corset under the throat, with strokes for stockings.
Pulling it on a thin body, he fastened the buttons on his back, and reached for the stockings. His choice fell on the recently ordered black translucent stockings with a seam on the back. Having exhaled, he crouched on a chair and rolled out a cool silk along a smooth -epilated leg, then the second took the second place. Having hooked all eight barrels, he burned black lace shorts, with special gulfs for his “surprise” and tightly pulled them on the ass, exhausted by squats and hormones.
The ass pleasantly “swallowed” lace. The turn of outerwear came, since the walk implied, most likely, a trip to the nearest park, and not a thematic party to the club or sauna, then Gosha chose unisex. Long flared blue jeans and a spacious turquoise shirt, a la Count Montecristo, large buttons. Having thought a little pulled long black gloves on the elbow.
The corset looked slightly from under the shirt and at first glance looked like a turtleneck. Completed black women’s shoes on a low heel, which were completely hidden with rods. Outfit on the brink, everything was loved by Irina. Meanwhile, she came from the bedroom and she. She dressed surprisingly quickly. Short jeans skirt, mesh stockings, high leather boots on lacing. A bright scarlet blouse with a deep neckline from where a black lace bra, tightly embracing the heavy hemispheres of the breasts, a chain with a medallion in which a key from a cage in which her spouse was closed. Gorgeous black hair with a fluffy square framed an even oval of the face, hiding cute ears with small earrings. Hard green eyes radiated and lust.
– Well, let’s go, horn, take a walk to the coming. Do not count on a lot, tomorrow to work. – She made up her husband, slammed him in the ass, grabbed a varnish clutch, tone to boots and left the apartment. Following barely audibly tapping his heels was Gosha. In the elevator, Irina lubricated her husband’s lips with hygienic lipstick with brilliance.
After about fifteen minutes, they slowly walked around the park that plunged into the darkness of the spring twilight, and only burning lights remained islands of light, rare couples sat on the benches. Irina took out a long thin steel chain with two carbines at the ends from the clutch. Login Gosha and went with him to a small fence. Having rummaged in the width of her husband, she attached one end of the carbine to the ring on the tip of the chastity belt, and attached the second end to the belt on the skirt. And so, on a leash he trudged next to her.
For about three years they lived together for a year married, Irina completely owned his husband, he worked for her, lived in her apartment, and all the earned personally gave everything to a penny.
In the depths of the park on a bench under a dull light lantern, Irina’s whore eyes noticed a characteristic “hard worker” at fifty, in a dusty special forces, with an abdomen, slowly sucking a cheap beer from a bottle.
– Let’s go, ”Irina pulled the chain and accelerated her pitch step on the paving stones of the park. Stopping a stone’s throw from the bench, she unfastened the chain and handed it to Gauche. She pulled her hair and confidently went to the peasant.
– I can? – She asked with a varnished finger in a bottle.
The man nodded and handed her a cheap strong swill, with traces of saliva. Irina grabbed the neck with brightly painted puffy lips and making a couple of sucking movements took a sip of nasty slurry, pulled it out from her mouth, leaving a thread of saliva, licked the neck with a sharp tongue and returned the glass, the muzhik, he did not immediately extend her hand, the snot was excited, and in the area of the groinSmall hillock.
– Oh, ”said Irina with her fingers and a bottle fell on the paving stones, breaking into a few fragments, pouring over the ranks of the costs, dusty man’s boots and Irina’s boots fountain foam splashes. – What am I not clever.
Irina was capriciously puffed up her lips and fell in front of a man squatting her legs wide, showing him lace panties, stockings and an undisguised part of her thigh, brought her legs together, raised her skirt higher and put her palm on the groin
– Well? For a long time I will wait! – Irina continued to be capricious.
A man hastily unbuttoned a belt, a width, a button and pulled his underpants along with his pants, exposing the puffy thighs, thick thickets of black pubic hair from which proudly rebelled twenty -centimeter dick with dense huge eggs.
– Wow. – Ira gave out and immediately swallowed it almost to the ground plunging the head in the throat. Gosha stood and watched his wife’s head jumps over the groin of the hard worker. He relaxed and spread his hands, he was good. Irina loved and knew how to suck, especially when the member was big. From the huy of the hard workers he carried acidic urine, then, and the stagnant smagma, but Ira did not spit, she moaned, rumbled and sucked, sucked, sucked, with a swallowed, caressed the stranger’s eggs, rolled them in her hands and slightly pulled off, forcing the man to stroke his wife selflessly strokesGoshi on the head. Fifteen minutes later, the man shouted and discharged Irina in Rotikottyan, he continued to finish the sperm by her face by the hair. He finished for a minute. “Apparently has not fucked for a long time, although with such a device…” – flashed through the head of Gosha’s wife. The man pulled away and reached out into his pocket, took out a pack of “Java” and bought. I looked into the ended face of Irina.
– You will?
She shook her head negatively.
– I’ll smoke, I will fuck you, bitch. – He said imperiously.
Ira nodded her head.I stood out with a squat, and sparkling the stocking of stockings, linen and hips went to my husband.Approaching him closely, she grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him to her, looked into his frightened eyes, put his index finger in his mouth. Gosha obediently swallowed him, followed by the middle and large, Irina arranged them opening her husband’s mouth, then pulled them out, wiped them on his shirt, pulled her head and kissed him, tightly pressing his face to her, rubbing the end of his hard workers. Next, he poured into his mouth what I drew from a big member of my recent lover. Having finished the drain drain, Ira pulled away she grabbed the elastic band of the panties and pulled them over with his boots. With the next movement, she wiped the stream of sperm from her face and sent panties to her husband’s wide open mouth.
– Slop the sink. – She ordered that Gosha obediently performed. – Rinse mode, forbidden to swallow.
– Hey skin, wait long for you? – There was a shout of a man, Irina obediently turned around and was buried to her fucking.
Gobby of cigarettes flew off the hands of the hard worker and slapped Gosha in the forehead.
Irina sat on the bench with her legs wide apart, the crude palm of the man fell on her smoothly shaved pussy, penetrating her middle finger in the current bosom.
– Cho for the clown? – he asked.
– Husband…. – The purring of excitement and pleasure answered Ira and closed her fingers on the raised trunk of his member.
– I broke the beer in vain, I love to drink after fucking. – The man gave out putting three more fingers in the pussy of a married woman.
– Now Gosha is going and bring. Yes, dear? – Irina reassured her lover, stood up from the shop and saddled the finally rebellious member spread her legs in different directions, staring at her husband.
– Dear, – with a stink, rising and dropping on a member of the fuck turned to Gaucher Irina, – bring us a beer.
Gosha, with his mouth clogged, twisted his head to the sides and rustled with empty fingers, poking the second hand in the clutch of Irina lying around the bench.
– What? No money? In the handbag everything is mine. – The member went in the pussy more confident and faster. – Find it. Anything. All. Do not bother. Called. There. Horned.
Irina groaned sitting on a member of the night stranger, and Gosha dullly trudged towards the supermarket.
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