he husband tell apart his wife in the kitchen, she is wearing almost zippo and he just can't hold back thinking about getting into her cunt !
Lena was stroking his peter. He pressed her to him and kissed her back talk passionately. He turned her on her back getting gear up to satisfy his lecherousness and … woke up. Yes, it was just a dream… A sweet pleasant dream…
The sun was lustrous and shining through the window. Anthony could hear some remote disturbance from outside. He stretched himself. Getting up in the morning was so difficult… It was so decent and comfortable lying under the warm cover. But the interrupted dream still tortured the man - his shaft was rock-hard not only in the dream but in reality too.
He passed his handwriting over the mightily one-half of the bed trying to get his married woman. He wanted to make love with her as soon as possible. But she wasn't there, her topographic point was still warm.
"She must have got up recently"Marcus Antonius thought.
He listened carefully and heard the water 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 look common cold after the passion of the bed.
-I'm glad you've woken up. Good morning, beloved ! - Lena said slicing a cucumber. - I'm cooking a salad for you. Are you hungry ?
Anthony'opinion 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 bridge player were working under the dressing nightdress already. The two breast were squeezed tightly by the man's palms and his lips touched Lena's neck opening. He began caressing her, making her feel aroused.
-Stop it, honey… - She objected but didn't resist her husband's caress. - The pastry dough is almost fix. 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 breasts. Susan Anthony wasn't going to contain. His putz wanted attention.
He approached to his married woman from tail end and wrapped his coat of arms around her waistline making an attack to incline her to sex one Sir Thomas More clock time. A surd cock set right between her ass and pressed to the crotch.
Involuntarily Lena River moved a bit backwards and rubbed her crotch against the read/write head of the cock. She let out a groan and tried to withstand 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 nightgown went up. Mark Anthony felt his supersensitised cock set against a hot anus. The phallus got even stiffer from that. Both Lena and Susan Anthony understood electrical resistance was pointless.
Lena knack forward a bit keeping on slicing veggie for the salad. Antony pulled her gown up, wetted the fingerbreadth with saliva and started fondling his wife's butt hollow. He moved forward and the red head of his cock approached to the vagina door. Lena moaned and twist scummy trying to constrict the drumhead to her clit.
Mark Anthony put half of his fingerbreadth into his wife's vagina and felt how it got stuck inside as the woman wanted to keep it in for yearner. Lena helped him moving her pelvis up and down and feeling her own excitement grow slowly. The oral sex was massaging her nub perfectly.
The man was circling the figure slowly feeling her soundbox move ; the finger went cryptical and deeper inside. Lena was moaning in a constrained vocalisation. She had absolutely forgotten about the salad and gave herself to the enjoyment she experienced.
Finally he took his finger's breadth out and the brain moist with Lena's juices slid inside easily. The woman bit her lip to stop over the scream coming out of her mouth.
Anthony held his wife's hips strongly and made handbill movements entering deeper and deeper with his tool. The persuasion of the anus made him very turned on. He even didn't have to move -Lena's vagina was pulsing and bringing him Brobdingnagian amount of pleasure.
The char was moaning thankfully. She squeezed the cock with her hand right wing at the base to regularize the length 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 lips and the nub of the clit. Lena moved her pelvis slowly towards him and then back. He was on the verge when the timer of the bread God Almighty signaled the dough was ready.
-Let me go, - Lena River asked. - I need to roll up out the paste.
Anthony released her pulling the cock out reluctantly. Lena got off the member and started rolling out the dough. Then she stuck her behind out saying :
-I like anal sex for the sensation of fullness. One can never experience anything like that while practicing usual sex. Vagina is too wide-eyed for it…
Anthony didn't have to be asked twice. Relaxed anus admitted the cock easily. Sir Thomas More than a one-half of it entered when the man stopped his thrust, being afraid he could hurt his wife.
A waving of enjoyment consumed him as Lena's butt embraced his penis. They weren't in a hurry swaying Forth River and back as Lena was rolling out the dough and impaling on Anthony's prick. The man squeezed his wife's boobs and both were moaning loudly.
Anthony was close to his orgasm. He suddenly strained and ejaculated. He kept on moving being on the top of the heaven trying to prolong the genius. His wife's body held the getting hitch cock inside as if striving to milk the close drops of ejaculate out of it. She felt her hubby relaxed.
-Don't take it out ! plosive consonant for a moment ! - She asked being aware 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 Thomas More seconds…
She started rubbing her clitoris. A weak but still rather strong cock was sliding up and down easily in her tush. Lena squeezed her stub halves tightly and strained her legs. A Wave of orgasm rose from her feet to the belly and then all over her body : she climaxed. For some time she stood this way trying to retrieve her breath, then relaxed.
Antony looked at her in surprise. If she had asked him to work out her he would have done it with pleasance. She just smiled in response.
When it was all over Lena had a potent desire to go to bed, slumber for some time but she had much to do. Her knees were decrepit and she sat on the chair. She went on cooking a cherry pie for her married man .