he husband make out his wife in the kitchen, she is wearing almost nothing and he just can't hold back thinking about getting into her pussy !
Lena was stroking his rooster. He pressed her to him and kissed her mouth passionately. He turned her on her back getting ready to meet his lust and … woke up. Yes, it was just a dream… A sweet pleasant dream…
The sun was shiny and shining through the window. Susan Brownell Anthony could hear some remote noise from outside. He stretched himself. Getting up in the morning was so difficult… It was so skillful and comfortable lying under the strong blanket. But the interrupt ambition still tortured the man - his cock was rock-hard not only in the dream but in realism too.
He passed his hand over the decently one-half of the bed trying to find his wife. He wanted to make erotic love with her as soon as possible. But she wasn't there, her place was still warm.
"She must hold got up recently"Mark Antony thought.
He listened carefully and heard the piss purling and a rhythmical speech sound of a knife working. She was cooking breakfast for her husband.
Susan B. Anthony stood up reluctantly and without dressing up moved to the kitchen. He didn't feel cold after the warmth of the bed.
-I'm gladiolus you've woken up. Good morning, honey ! - Lena said slicing a cucumber. - I'm cooking a salad for you. Are you hungry ?
Mark Anthony'thoughts were far from breakfast. Lena turned back and saw his vast erection. She smiled but said naught. He came up, embraced her and pressed his hot penis to her short dressing gown.
-Darling, why don't we fuck for a spell ?
His work force were working under the dressing gown already. The two boobs were squeezed tightly by the man's ribbon and his lip touched Lena River's neck. He began caressing her, making her look aroused.
-Stop it, honey… - She objected but didn't resist her husband's caress. - The pastry dough is almost ready. I wan na bake a cherry pie for you. Just a few instant and I'll union you. I'll be soon.
She pushed him away tenderly and removed his hands from her white meat. Susan B. Anthony wasn't going to stop. His pecker wanted attention.
He approached to his wife from backside and wrapped his arms around her shank making an effort to incline her to sex one more time. A operose shaft set right between her buttocks and pressed to the crotch.
Involuntarily Lena moved a bit backwards and rubbed her privates against the headway of the cock. She let out a moan and tried to resist slightly. Antony pressed to her closer and again felt she responded. She liked what was happening and just pretended to be resisting.
One more motion and her short gown went up. Anthony felt his supersensitive rooster set against a hot anus. The phallus got even blind drunk from that. Both Lena River and Antonius understood resistance was pointless.
Lena River bent forward a bit keeping on slicing veg for the salad. Marcus Antonius pulled her gown up, wetted the finger's breadth with saliva and started fondling his wife's butt hole. He moved forward and the red head of his cock approached to the vagina doorstep. Lena moaned and bent lower trying to press the headspring to her clit.
Susan Anthony put half of his finger's breadth into his wife's vagina and felt how it got stuck inside as the woman wanted to hold back it in for longer. Lena helped him moving her pelvis up and down and feeling her own inflammation grow slowly. The pass was massaging her nub perfectly.
The man was circling the finger's breadth slowly feeling her physical structure gesture ; the digit went deeper and deeper inside. Lena was moaning in a tighten up voice. She had absolutely forgotten about the salad and gave herself to the enjoyment she experienced.
Finally he took his fingerbreadth out and the head moist with Lena's juice skid inside easily. The woman bit her lip to stop the scream coming out of her mouth.
Mark Antony held his wife's articulatio coxae strongly and made circular movements entering deeper and deeper with his stopcock. The view of the anus made him very turned on. He even didn't have to move -Lena's vagina was pulsing and bringing him huge sum of pleasure.
The cleaning lady was moaning thankfully. She squeezed the cock with her hand right at the groundwork to regulate the length of it coming inside. Soon it was fully in, all 11 inches…
Susan B. Anthony embraced his wife. One hand was fondling her nipple while the other was stroking her vulva lips and the nub of the clitoris. Lena River moved her hip slowly towards him and then back. He was on the wand when the timer of the bread maker signaled the dough was ready.
-Let me go, - Lena asked. - I need to stray out the paste.
Susan Brownell Anthony released her pulling the cock out reluctantly. Lena River got off the penis and started rolling out the kale. Then she stuck her hindquarters out saying :
-I like anal sex for the star of fullness. One can never experience anything like that while practicing common sex. Vagina is too wide for it…
Antonius didn't have to be asked twice. Relaxed anus admitted the cock easily. more than a one-half of it entered when the man stopped his drive, being afraid he could spite his wife.
A wave of delectation consumed him as Lena's butt embraced his phallus. They weren't in a hurry swaying forth and back as Lena River was rolling out the pelf and impaling on Mark Anthony's prick. The man squeezed his wife's bosom and both were moaning loudly.
Anthony was close to his flood tide. He suddenly strained and ejaculated. He kept on moving being on the top of the promised land trying to prolong the virtuoso. His married woman's physical structure held the getting limp cock inside as if striving to milk the last free fall of semen out of it. She felt her married man relaxed.
-Don't withdraw it out ! stopover for a moment ! - She asked being aware of the fact she might pretermit her own orgasm.
Mark Anthony exploded too early today, she was very close to pleasure. Just a few more than seconds…
She started rubbing her clit. A weak but still rather laborious cock was sliding up and down easily in her rear. Lena squeezed her butt half tightly and strained her stage. A wave of orgasm rose from her understructure to the belly and then all over her body : she climaxed. For some clock time she stood this way trying to find her breath, then relaxed.
Anthony looked at her in surprise. If she had asked him to lick her he would take in done it with pleasance. She just smiled in response.
When it was all over Lena had a impregnable desire to go to bed, sleep for some sentence but she had much to do. Her genu were washy and she sat on the chair. She went on cooking a cherry red pie for her husband .