he husband spots his wife in the kitchen, she is wearing almost nothing and he just can't block off thinking about getting into her pussy !
Lena was stroking his hammer. He pressed her to him and kissed her lips passionately. He turned her on her back getting gear up to satisfy his luxuria and … woke up. Yes, it was just a dream… A dessert pleasant dream…
The sun was brightly and shining through the windowpane. Antony could hear some remote noise from exterior. He stretched himself. Getting up in the sunup was so difficult… It was so overnice and comfortable lying under the warm up cover. But the fitful dream still tortured the man - his hammer was rock-hard not only in the dreaming but in reality too.
He passed his hand over the right half of the bed trying to come up his wife. He wanted to build love with her as soon as possible. But she wasn't there, her topographic point was still warm.
"She must have got up recently"Mark Anthony thought.
He listened carefully and heard the piddle purling and a rhythmical sound of a knife working. She was cooking breakfast for her husband.
Anthony stood up reluctantly and without dressing up moved to the kitchen. He didn't feeling cold after the warmth of the bed.
-I'm glad you've woken up. Good forenoon, honey ! - Lena River said slicing a cucumber. - I'm cooking a salad for you. Are you hungry ?
Anthony'thought were far from breakfast. Lena River turned back and saw his Brobdingnagian erection. She smiled but said nothing. He came up, embraced her and pressed his hot member to her short dressing gown.
-Darling, why don't we fuck for a while ?
His hands were working under the dressing gown already. The two boobs were squeezed tightly by the man's palms and his lips touched Lena's cervix. He began caressing her, making her feeling aroused.
-Stop it, honey… - She objected but didn't resist her hubby's caress. - The pastry is almost quick. I wan na broil a cherry red pie for you. Just a few minutes and I'll join you. I'll be soon.
She pushed him away tenderly and removed his bridge player from her breasts. Mark Antony wasn't going to barricade. His shaft wanted attention.
He approached to his wife from hind end and wrapped his arms around her waist making an try to lean her to sex one more time. A voiceless cock set right between her buttocks and pressed to the crotch.
Involuntarily Lena River moved a bit backwards and rubbed her crotch against the oral sex of the cock. She let out a moan and tried to reject slightly. Antony pressed to her finisher and again felt she responded. She liked what was happening and just pretended to be resisting.
One more motion and her short-change night-robe went up. Anthony felt his hypersensitised cock set against a hot anus. The phallus got even sloshed from that. Both Lena and Anthony understood resistance was pointless.
Lena bent forward a bit keeping on slicing veggie for the salad. Anthony pulled her gown up, wetted the finger with saliva and started fondling his wife's prat hole. He moved forward and the red head of his stopcock approached to the vagina limen. Lena River moaned and bent dispirited trying to fight the caput to her clit.
Anthony put half of his finger into his married woman's vagina and felt how it got gravel inside as the woman wanted to keep it in for longer. Lena helped him moving her pelvis up and down and feeling her own fervour grow slowly. The head was massaging her nub perfectly.
The man was circling the digit slowly feeling her body motions ; the finger's breadth went deeper and cryptical inside. Lena was moaning in a encumber voice. She had absolutely forgotten about the salad and gave herself to the enjoyment she experienced.
Finally he took his finger out and the drumhead moist with Lena's juices slid inside easily. The adult female bit her lip to stop over the screeching coming out of her mouth.
Susan Brownell Anthony held his married woman's articulatio coxae strongly and made circular drive entering deeper and deeper with his cock. The thought of the anus made him very turned on. He even didn't have to move -Lena's vagina was pulsing and bringing him vast amount of pleasure.
The char was moaning thankfully. She squeezed the cock with her hired hand rightfulness at the base to regulate the duration of it coming inside. Soon it was fully in, all 11 inches…
Anthony embraced his wife. One paw was fondling her pap while the other was stroking her vulva lips and the nub of the clit. Lena River moved her pelvic girdle slowly towards him and then back. He was on the sceptre when the timer of the lolly maker signaled the wampum was ready.
-Let me go, - Lena River asked. - I need to roll out the paste.
Anthony released her pulling the dick out reluctantly. Lena got off the genus Phallus and started rolling out the wampum. Then she stuck her butt out saying :
-I like anal sex for the adept of fullness. One can never experience anything like that while practicing usual sex. Vagina is too all-inclusive for it…
Anthony didn't have to be asked twice. Relaxed anus admitted the rooster easily. more than a half of it entered when the man stopped his thrust, being afraid he could hurt his wife.
A wave of enjoyment consumed him as Lena's fanny embraced his phallus. They weren't in a hurry swaying forth and back as Lena was rolling out the dinero and impaling on Marcus Antonius's cock. The man squeezed his wife's dumbbell and both were moaning loudly.
Susan B. Anthony was conclusion to his climax. He suddenly strained and ejaculated. He kept on moving being on the top of the heaven trying to protract the sense. His wife's organic structure held the getting limp cock inside as if striving to milk the last driblet of semen out of it. She felt her hubby relaxed.
-Don't pack it out ! occlusive for a moment ! - She asked being cognisant of the fact she might miss her own orgasm.
Anthony exploded too early today, she was very close to pleasure. Just a few more seconds…
She started rubbing her clit. A weak but still rather surd cock was sliding up and down easily in her rump. Lena squeezed her butt halves tightly and strained her legs. A wave of sexual climax rose from her substructure to the belly and then all over her dead body : she climaxed. For some meter she stood this way trying to recoup her breath, then relaxed.
Antonius looked at her in surprise. If she had asked him to lick her he would have done it with joy. She just smiled in response.
When it was all over Lena River had a potent desire to go to bed, slumber for some sentence but she had much to do. Her articulatio genus were weak and she sat on the chair. She went on cooking a cherry red pie for her husband .