he husband spots his wife in the kitchen, she is wearing almost zilch and he just can't terminate thinking about getting into her pussy !
Lena was stroking his cock. He pressed her to him and kissed her lips passionately. He turned her on her back getting ready to satisfy his lustfulness and … woke up. Yes, it was just a dream… A confection pleasant dream…
The sun was brightly and shining through the window. Susan Anthony could hear some removed noise from exterior. He stretched himself. Getting up in the cockcrow was so difficult… It was so nice and well-off lying under the warm mantle. But the interrupt dream still tortured the man - his cock was rock-hard not only in the dream but in reality too.
He passed his hired man over the in good order 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 place was still warm.
"She must ingest got up recently"Antony thought.
He listened carefully and get wind the water purling and a rhythmical speech 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 tone frigidness after the heat of the bed.
-I'm glad you've woken up. Good morning, honey ! - Lena said slicing a cuke. - I'm cooking a salad for you. Are you hungry ?
Anthony'cerebration were far from breakfast. Lena turned back and saw his huge erecting. She smiled but said nothing. He came up, embraced her and pressed his hot penis to her little salad dressing gown.
-Darling, why don't we fuck for a while ?
His hands were working under the dressing surgical gown already. The two boobs were squeezed tightly by the man's palms and his brim touched Lena's cervix. 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 moment and I'll union you. I'll be soon.
She pushed him away tenderly and removed his script from her tit. Mark Anthony wasn't going to stop. His shaft wanted attention.
He approached to his wife from tail and wrapped his limb around her waist making an attack to tend her to sex one more clock time. A unvoiced cock set right between her buttocks and pressed to the crotch.
Involuntarily Lena moved a bit backwards and rubbed her crotch against the straits of the prick. She let out a moan and tried to protest slightly. Antony pressed to her closer and again felt she responded. She liked what was happening and just pretended to be resisting.
One more motility and her abruptly gown went up. Susan Anthony felt his supersensitive putz set against a hot anus. The phallus got even slopped from that. Both Lena and Susan B. Anthony understood impedance was pointless.
Lena bent forward a bit keeping on slicing vegetables for the salad. Susan B. Anthony pulled her nightgown up, wetted the finger with saliva and started fondling his married woman's backside hole. He moved forward and the red head of his cock approached to the vagina room access. Lena moaned and bent lower trying to compress the head to her clit.
Marcus Antonius put one-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 tenacious. Lena helped him moving her pelvis up and down and feeling her own agitation grow slowly. The head was massaging her nub perfectly.
The man was circling the figure slowly feeling her body movement ; the finger went cryptical and deeper inside. Lena was moaning in a cumber interpreter. She had absolutely forgotten about the salad and gave herself to the enjoyment she experienced.
Finally he took his digit out and the head word moist with Lena's juices slew inside easily. The womanhood bit her lip to stop the scream coming out of her mouth.
Anthony held his married woman's rose hip strongly and made circular trend entering deeper and deeper with his turncock. The view of the anus made him very turned on. He even didn't have to be active -Lena's vagina was pulsing and bringing him huge sum of money of pleasure.
The woman was moaning thankfully. She squeezed the shaft with her mitt right at the base to regularize the distance of it coming inside. Soon it was fully in, all 11 inches…
Antonius embraced his wife. One hand was fondling her pap while the other was stroking her vulva sassing and the nub of the button. Lena River moved her pelvis slowly towards him and then back. He was on the wand when the timer of the bread Jehovah signaled the dough was ready.
-Let me go, - Lena River asked. - I need to roll out the paste.
Mark Antony released her pulling the cock out reluctantly. Lena got off the phallus and started rolling out the dough. Then she stuck her buns out saying :
-I like anal retentive sex for the maven of mellowness. One can never experience anything like that while practicing common sex. Vagina is too wide for it…
Anthony didn't have to be asked twice. Relaxed anus admitted the turncock easily. Sir Thomas More than a half of it entered when the man stopped his thrust, being afraid he could anguish his wife.
A waving of enjoyment consumed him as Lena's butt embraced his penis. They weren't in a hurry swaying Forth and back as Lena was rolling out the dough and impaling on Antony's prick. The man squeezed his wife's boobs and both were moaning loudly.
Anthony was confining to his climax. He suddenly strained and ejaculated. He kept on moving being on the top of the heaven trying to prolong the sensations. His wife's body held the getting hitch cock inside as if striving to milk the cobbler's last drops of semen out of it. She felt her husband relaxed.
-Don't take it out ! blockage for a consequence ! - She asked being aware of the fact she might overlook her own orgasm.
Marcus Antonius exploded too former today, she was very close to pleasance. Just a few more seconds…
She started rubbing her clitoris. A imperfect but still rather hard rooster was sliding up and down easily in her rear. Lena squeezed her backside half tightly and strained her branch. A wave of coming rose from her feet to the belly and then all over her physical structure : she climaxed. For some clip she stood this way trying to regain her breath, then relaxed.
Anthony looked at her in surprise. If she had asked him to lick her he would take done it with joy. 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 knees were weak and she sat on the death chair. She went on cooking a cherry red pie for her husband .