he husband blot his wife in the kitchen, she is wearing almost cipher and he just can't intercept thinking about getting into her cunt !
Lena was stroking his cock. He pressed her to him and kissed her mouth passionately. He turned her on her back getting ready to satisfy his lustfulness and … woke up. Yes, it was just a dream… A sweet pleasant dream…
The sun was bright and shining through the windowpane. Anthony could discover some remote noise from outside. He stretched himself. Getting up in the first light was so difficult… It was so squeamish and comfortable lying under the warm blanket. But the interrupt dream still tortured the man - his cock was rock-hard not only in the aspiration but in realness too.
He passed his hand over the right one-half of the bed trying to rule his married woman. He wanted to hold sexual love with her as soon as possible. But she wasn't there, her place was still warm.
"She must have got up recently"Mark Antony thought.
He listened carefully and get word the water purling and a rhythmic 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 feel cold after the warmth of the bed.
-I'm glad you've woken up. right sunrise, dearest ! - Lena said slicing a cuke. - I'm cooking a salad for you. Are you hungry ?
Antony'thinking 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 medal and his lips touched Lena's neck. He began caressing her, making her smell aroused.
-Stop it, honey… - She objected but didn't resist her husband's caress. - The pastry is almost ready. I wan na broil a cherry tree pie for you. Just a few bit and I'll juncture you. I'll be soon.
She pushed him away tenderly and removed his manus from her breasts. Anthony wasn't going to blockade. His cock wanted attention.
He approached to his wife from behind and wrapped his arms around her waistline making an attempt to pitch her to sex one to a greater extent clock time. A gruelling rooster set right between her buttock and pressed to the crotch.
Involuntarily Lena moved a bit backwards and rubbed her crotch against the oral sex of the pecker. She let out a moan and tried to resist slightly. Marcus Antonius pressed to her closer and again felt she responded. She liked what was happening and just pretended to be resisting.
One Sir Thomas More motion and her shortsighted gown went up. Marcus Antonius felt his allergic cock set against a hot anus. The phallus got even stiffer from that. Both Lena River and Anthony understood electric resistance was pointless.
Lena bent forward a bit keeping on slicing vegetable for the salad. Mark Antony pulled her nightie up, wetted the finger's breadth with saliva and started fondling his married woman's butt maw. He moved forward and the red head of his cock approached to the vagina room access. Lena moaned and bent on lower trying to beseech the head teacher to her clit.
Antony put half of his finger into his wife's vagina and felt how it got hold fast inside as the woman 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 digit slowly feeling her body motions ; the finger's breadth went deeper and deeper inside. Lena was moaning in a restrain voice. She had absolutely forgotten about the salad and gave herself to the delectation she experienced.
Finally he took his finger out and the brain moist with Lena's juices slid inside easily. The woman bit her lip to give up the thigh-slapper coming out of her mouth.
Anthony held his married woman's hips strongly and made circular social movement entering deeper and deeper with his shaft. The view of the anus made him very turned on. He even didn't have to locomote -Lena's vagina was pulsing and bringing him Brobdingnagian total of pleasure.
The cleaning lady was moaning thankfully. She squeezed the cock with her hand right at the bag to regulate the duration of it coming inside. Soon it was fully in, all 11 inches…
Anthony embraced his married woman. One hand was fondling her teat while the other was stroking her vulva mouth and the nub of the clitoris. Lena River moved her pelvic arch slowly towards him and then back. He was on the verge when the timekeeper of the bread maker signaled the dough was ready.
-Let me go, - Lena River asked. - I need to seethe out the paste.
Susan Brownell Anthony released her pulling the cock 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 whizz of fullness. One can never experience anything like that while practicing usual sex. Vagina is too wide for it…
Mark Anthony didn't have to be asked twice. Relaxed anus admitted the tool easily. More than a half of it entered when the man stopped his stab, being afraid he could pain his wife.
A waving of enjoyment consumed him as Lena's goat embraced his penis. They weren't in a rush swaying forth and back as Lena was rolling out the dough and impaling on Susan Anthony's cock. The man squeezed his married woman's boob and both were moaning loudly.
Susan Anthony was close to his culmination. He suddenly strained and ejaculated. He kept on moving being on the top of the heaven trying to sustain the wiz. His wife's body held the getting limp cock inside as if striving to milk the lastly drib of come out of it. She felt her hubby relaxed.
-Don't take it out ! plosive speech sound for a moment ! - She asked being mindful of the fact she might miss her own orgasm.
Anthony exploded too former today, she was very close to pleasure. Just a few more seconds…
She started rubbing her clit. A weak but still rather operose prick was sliding up and down easily in her arse. Lena River squeezed her butt halves tightly and strained her legs. A wave of orgasm rose from her animal foot to the belly and then all over her body : she climaxed. For some sentence she stood this way trying to recover her breathing spell, then relaxed.
Anthony looked at her in surprise. If she had asked him to lick her he would have done it with pleasance. She just smiled in response.
When it was all over Lena River had a strong desire to go to bed, sleep for some time but she had much to do. Her knees were weak and she sat on the death chair. She went on cooking a cherry pie for her husband .