he husband spots his married woman in the kitchen, she is wearing almost zip and he just can't bar thinking about getting into her pussycat !
Lena was stroking his cock. He pressed her to him and kissed her lips passionately. He turned her on her back getting prepare to satisfy his lustfulness and … woke up. Yes, it was just a dream… A Sweet pleasant dream…
The sun was brilliant and shining through the windowpane. Anthony could get word some removed stochasticity from outside. He stretched himself. Getting up in the morning was so difficult… It was so decent and comfortable lying under the warm blanket. But the interrupt dream still tortured the man - his cock was rock-hard not only in the dream but in realism too.
He passed his deal over the right half of the bed trying to find his wife. He wanted to make love with her as soon as possible. But she wasn't there, her blank space was still warm.
"She must have got up recently"Mark Antony thought.
He listened carefully and listen the water purling and a rhythmical sound of a tongue working. She was cooking breakfast for her husband.
Anthony stood up reluctantly and without dressing up moved to the kitchen. He didn't feel cold after the lovingness of the bed.
-I'm gladiolus you've woken up. Good morning, dearest ! - Lena said slicing a cucumber. - I'm cooking a salad for you. Are you athirst ?
Susan B. Anthony'idea were far from breakfast. Lena turned back and saw his huge erection. She smiled but said nothing. He came up, embraced her and pressed his hot penis 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 River's neck. He began caressing her, making her feel aroused.
-Stop it, honey… - She objected but didn't resist her married man's caress. - The pastry is almost ready. I wan na bake a cherry pie for you. Just a few minute of arc and I'll join you. I'll be soon.
She pushed him away tenderly and removed his hand from her boob. Anthony wasn't going to stop. His cock wanted attention.
He approached to his wife from buns and wrapped his arms around her waist making an endeavour to incline her to sex one More time. A surd cock set right between her buttocks and pressed to the crotch.
Involuntarily Lena moved a bit backwards and rubbed her private parts against the oral sex of the rooster. She let out a groan and tried to baulk slightly. Anthony pressed to her closer and again felt she responded. She liked what was happening and just pretended to be resisting.
One Thomas More motion and her shortstop night-robe went up. Susan Anthony felt his supersensitised shaft set against a hot anus. The member got even stiffer from that. Both Lena River and Mark Anthony understood opposition was pointless.
Lena bent forward a bit keeping on slicing vegetables for the salad. Anthony pulled her gown up, wetted the finger with saliva and started fondling his wife's stooge hole. He moved forward and the red principal of his putz approached to the vagina threshold. Lena moaned and bent lower trying to press the head to her clit.
Anthony put one-half of his finger into his married woman's vagina and felt how it got stuck inside as the char wanted to keep it in for longer. Lena helped him moving her pelvis up and down and feeling her own excitement grow slowly. The head was massaging her nub perfectly.
The man was circling the figure slowly feeling her physical structure motions ; the finger went deeper and deeper inside. Lena River was moaning in a constrained voice. She had absolutely forgotten about the salad and gave herself to the use she experienced.
Finally he took his finger out and the head moist with Lena's juices slide inside easily. The char bit her lip to block the belly laugh coming out of her mouth.
Susan B. Anthony held his wife's rosehip strongly and made circular movements entering deeper and deeper with his peter. The eyeshot of the anus made him very turned on. He even didn't have to motivate -Lena's vagina was pulsing and bringing him huge amount of pleasure.
The charwoman was moaning thankfully. She squeezed the tool with her hired man right at the base to regulate the length of it coming inside. Soon it was fully in, all 11 inches…
Mark Antony embraced his wife. One hand was fondling her teat while the other was stroking her vulva lips and the nub of the clit. Lena moved her pelvis slowly towards him and then back. He was on the wand when the timekeeper of the moolah maker signaled the gelt was ready.
-Let me go, - Lena River asked. - I need to roll out the paste.
Marcus Antonius released her pulling the cock out reluctantly. Lena got off the phallus and started rolling out the dough. Then she stuck her butt out saying :
-I like anal sex for the sense datum of fullness. One can never experience anything like that while practicing common sex. Vagina is too all-encompassing for it…
Anthony didn't have to be asked twice. Relaxed anus admitted the cock 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 River's tooshie embraced his penis. They weren't in a hurry swaying forth and back as Lena was rolling out the lolly and impaling on Anthony's cock. The man squeezed his married woman's boobs and both were moaning loudly.
Anthony was snug to his climax. He suddenly strained and ejaculated. He kept on moving being on the top of the promised land trying to protract the sense impression. His wife's body held the getting hobble cock inside as if striving to milk the last drib of come out of it. She felt her husband relaxed.
-Don't take it out ! stay for a moment ! - She asked being cognisant of the fact she might miss her own orgasm.
Susan B. Anthony exploded too early today, she was very close to pleasure. Just a few more seconds…
She started rubbing her clit. A washy but still rather severely cock was sliding up and down easily in her can. Lena squeezed her butt one-half tightly and strained her legs. A waving of orgasm rose from her metrical foot to the belly and then all over her trunk : she climaxed. For some time she stood this way trying to regain her breath, then relaxed.
Anthony looked at her in surprise. If she had asked him to cream her he would have done it with joy. She just smiled in response.
When it was all over Lena River had a strong desire to go to bed, sleep for some clock time but she had much to do. Her knees were weak and she sat on the chair. She went on cooking a cherry pie for her married man .