- Oh wow...
For the first two years after we got married, she didn't like sex. She doesn’t love even now, and after she was raped in front of my eyes, she doesn’t love her especially. And that turns me on the most.
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Finally she took my dick in her mouth and began to suck it diligently. I continued to praise her, stating that she was doing everything very well. Although she painfully dug her teeth into my trunk and head. But the brunette was so carried away by the process that I did not want to stop her. I just kept praising her. After a couple of minutes, she pulled away from my cock and looked at me panting. Her breath seemed to take my cock in her mouth to the very balls, although she sucked it a little further than the head. But for the first time and it was not bad. I pushed her back and kneeling down put the brunette's legs on my shoulders. She was wearing beautiful black panties. Apparently she was expecting how the evening at the strip club might end. Taking off her panties, I ran my tongue over the girl's pussy. The brunette immediately groaned. Her moans intensified when I began to greedily and passionately lick her vagina, penetrating the tongue deep into the middle and lightly biting her clitoris. She was already very wet. She moaned loudly at my touch. A few minutes later, I straightened up, attaching my cock to her vagina. Through groans and heavy breathing, she tried to ask me for something, apparently to put on a condom. But I realized that this brunette is a real bitch who needs hard sex. I quickly introduced my cock into her almost the entire length. Slightly rising, I lifted her legs high.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me into his lap. Then he opened the dressing gown and began to kiss alternately one breast, then the other. His hand, meanwhile, stroked my thigh, climbing higher and higher.
And such rolls are formed, wow and oh you! Could not resist and touched them. Yes, quite a bit. She, a relative, was indignant that I was touching without permission. Then he asked pardon and permission to touch this wealth. And without waiting for the issue to be considered in the authorities, without waiting until all this wealth, which, according to the leaders of the revolution, should belong to the people, I will be allowed to officially touch it, I touched it myself. Touched quite lightly. He crumpled the manenechko, shook his head. And then there's the trouble: the pants stopped holding on to the priest. I cut the rope, so now they fall with any attempt to pull them. Panties with shorts are in place, but trikushki fall off. What will you do? I had to look for a way out of the situation. Fortunately, in the kulak economy of these ropes, there is a press, at least open a sale. So we got out of the situation.
Ahhhhhhhhh.
