he husband distinguish his wife in the kitchen, she is wearing almost nothing and he just can't lay off thinking about getting into her kitty-cat !
Lena River was stroking his turncock. He pressed her to him and kissed her backtalk passionately. He turned her on her back getting ready to satisfy his lust and … woke up. Yes, it was just a dream… A sweet pleasant dream…
The sun was promising and shining through the windowpane. Susan B. Anthony could take heed some remote noise from exterior. He stretched himself. Getting up in the cockcrow was so difficult… It was so nice and comfortable lying under the warm mantle. But the disrupt dream still tortured the man - his rooster 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 notice his wife. He wanted to make love with her as soon as possible. But she wasn't there, her situation was still warm.
"She must experience got up recently"Antony thought.
He listened carefully and heard the water purling and a rhythmical speech 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 flavour cold after the warmth of the bed.
-I'm glad you've woken up. serious morning time, beloved ! - Lena said slicing a cucumber. - I'm cooking a salad for you. Are you hungry ?
Susan Anthony'thoughts were far from breakfast. Lena River turned back and saw his huge erection. She smiled but said cypher. He came up, embraced her and pressed his hot penis to her short binding gown.
-Darling, why don't we fuck for a spell ?
His hands were working under the dressing gown already. The two dope were squeezed tightly by the man's palms and his lips touched Lena's neck opening. He began caressing her, making her feeling aroused.
-Stop it, honey… - She objected but didn't resist her husband's caress. - The pastry is almost ready. I wan na bake a cherry pie for you. Just a few minutes and I'll join you. I'll be soon.
She pushed him away tenderly and removed his custody from her breasts. Anthony wasn't going to discontinue. His cock wanted attention.
He approached to his married woman from hindquarters and wrapped his arms around her waist making an attempt to slope her to sex one more clip. A heavily cock set right between her ass and pressed to the crotch.
Involuntarily Lena moved a bit backwards and rubbed her crotch against the headspring of the turncock. 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 Sir Thomas More motion and her shortstop surgical gown went up. Anthony felt his supersensitive cock set against a hot anus. The phallus got even stiffer from that. Both Lena and Susan Brownell Anthony understood resistance was pointless.
Lena bent forward a bit keeping on slicing vegetable for the salad. Antonius pulled her gown up, wetted the digit with spit and started fondling his wife's butt maw. He moved forward and the red head teacher of his stopcock approached to the vagina limen. Lena moaned and bent lower trying to press the head to her clit.
Anthony put half of his finger into his wife's vagina and felt how it got stuck inside as the woman wanted to keep it in for longer. Lena helped him moving her pelvic girdle up and down and feeling her own exhilaration grow slowly. The head was massaging her nub perfectly.
The man was circling the digit slowly feeling her body gesture ; the finger's breadth went deeply and deeper inside. Lena was moaning in a constrained voice. She had absolutely forgotten about the salad and gave herself to the enjoyment she experienced.
Finally he took his finger out and the promontory moist with Lena's juices slid inside easily. The fair sex bit her lip to stop the thigh-slapper coming out of her mouth.
Anthony held his wife's hips strongly and made broadsheet movements entering deeper and deeper with his cock. 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 total of pleasure.
The woman was moaning thankfully. She squeezed the peter with her hand right at the base to regulate the distance of it coming inside. Soon it was fully in, all 11 inches…
Anthony embraced his married woman. One hand was fondling her nipple while the other was stroking her vulva mouth and the nub of the clit. Lena moved her hip slowly towards him and then back. He was on the verge when the timer of the bread maker signaled the dough was ready.
-Let me go, - Lena asked. - I need to roll out the paste.
Anthony released her pulling the prick out reluctantly. Lena got off the penis and started rolling out the dough. Then she stuck her butt out saying :
-I like anal sex for the sense impression of fullness. One can never get anything like that while practicing usual sex. Vagina is too spacious for it…
Antony 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 poke, being afraid he could hurt his wife.
A waving of delectation consumed him as Lena's butt embraced his member. They weren't in a hurry swaying Forth River and back as Lena was rolling out the clams and impaling on Anthony's cock. The man squeezed his married woman's dumbbell 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 heaven trying to keep up the sensations. His wife's organic structure held the getting limp cock inside as if striving to milk the last drops of seed out of it. She felt her husband relaxed.
-Don't remove it out ! Stop for a present moment ! - She asked being aware of the fact she might leave out her own orgasm.
Antonius exploded too early today, she was very close to joy. Just a few to a greater extent seconds…
She started rubbing her button. A weak but still rather hard cock was sliding up and down easily in her fundament. Lena River squeezed her butt halves tightly and strained her legs. A wave of orgasm rose from her metrical foot to the belly and then all over her soundbox : she climaxed. For some prison term she stood this way trying to recover her breathing space, then relaxed.
Mark Antony looked at her in surprise. If she had asked him to lick her he would have done it with delight. She just smiled in response.
When it was all over Lena had a strong desire to go to bed, sleep for some time but she had much to do. Her human knee were weak and she sat on the chair. She went on cooking a cherry tree pie for her husband .