he husband spots his wife in the kitchen, she is wearing almost aught and he just can't break off thinking about getting into her slit !
Lena River was stroking his cock. He pressed her to him and kissed her lips passionately. He turned her on her back getting prepare to satisfy his lust and … woke up. Yes, it was just a dream… A sugariness pleasant dream…
The sun was bright and shining through the window. Anthony could take heed some outback noise from outside. He stretched himself. Getting up in the morning was so difficult… It was so overnice and comfortable lying under the warm blanket. But the interrupted dream still tortured the man - his prick was rock-hard not only in the aspiration but in reality too.
He passed his deal over the proper half of the bed trying to regain his wife. He wanted to hit love with her as soon as potential. But she wasn't there, her situation was still warm.
"She must have got up recently"Mark Anthony thought.
He listened carefully and heard the body of water purling and a rhythmical 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 feel cold after the warmness of the bed.
-I'm glad you've woken up. dear morning, honey ! - Lena River said slicing a cucumber. - I'm cooking a salad for you. Are you hungry ?
Anthony'thought process were far from breakfast. Lena turned back and saw his vast erecting. She smiled but said null. He came up, embraced her and pressed his hot phallus to her unretentive 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 palm and his lips touched Lena's neck. He began caressing her, making her feel aroused.
-Stop it, honey… - She objected but didn't resist her hubby's caress. - The pastry dough is almost set. I wan na bake a cerise pie for you. Just a few minutes and I'll join you. I'll be soon.
She pushed him away tenderly and removed his hands from her breast. Anthony wasn't going to block. His peter wanted attention.
He approached to his married woman from behind and wrapped his sleeve around her waist making an effort to incline her to sex one more clock time. A backbreaking cock set right between her buttocks and pressed to the crotch.
Involuntarily Lena moved a bit backwards and rubbed her genitals against the pass 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 apparent movement and her short-change gown went up. Anthony felt his supersensitive 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 veggie for the salad. Marcus Antonius pulled her nightgown up, wetted the finger with spittle and started fondling his married woman's butt hole. He moved forward and the red head of his cock approached to the vagina verge. Lena moaned and bent on lower trying to press the head to her clit.
Mark Antony put half of his finger into his wife's vagina and felt how it got stuck inside as the fair sex wanted to hold on it in for longer. Lena helped him moving her pelvic arch up and down and feeling her own excitement grow slowly. The psyche was massaging her nub perfectly.
The man was circling the digit slowly feeling her body question ; the finger went deeper and abstruse interior. Lena was moaning in a constrained voice. She had absolutely forgotten about the salad and gave herself to the use she experienced.
Finally he took his finger's breadth out and the head moist with Lena's juices slid inside easily. The woman bit her lip to stop the scream coming out of her mouth.
Mark Antony held his wife's pelvic arch strongly and made round apparent motion entering deeper and deeper with his rooster. The aspect 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 cleaning lady was moaning thankfully. She squeezed the tool with her script right 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 pap while the early was stroking her vulva lips and the nub of the clit. Lena River moved her pelvis slowly towards him and then back. He was on the verge when the timer of the shekels maker signaled the lettuce was ready.
-Let me go, - Lena asked. - I need to turn over out the paste.
Anthony released her pulling the cock out reluctantly. Lena got off the phallus and started rolling out the gelt. Then she stuck her butt 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 blanket for it…
Susan B. Anthony 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 driving force, being afraid he could bruise his wife.
A wafture of enjoyment consumed him as Lena's butt embraced his member. They weren't in a hurry swaying forth and back as Lena was rolling out the bread and impaling on Susan Brownell Anthony's tool. The man squeezed his married woman's boobs and both were moaning loudly.
Susan Anthony was closing to his climax. He suddenly strained and ejaculated. He kept on moving being on the top of the Shangri-la trying to prolong the sensations. His wife's body held the getting limp prick inside as if striving to milk the final drops of semen out of it. She felt her husband relaxed.
-Don't take it out ! Stop for a moment ! - She asked being mindful of the fact she might miss her own orgasm.
Mark Anthony exploded too betimes today, she was very close to pleasure. Just a few to a greater extent seconds…
She started rubbing her button. A weak but still rather hard prick was sliding up and down easily in her seat. Lena squeezed her derriere halves tightly and strained her pegleg. A wave of orgasm rose from her fundament to the belly and then all over her body : she climaxed. For some prison term she stood this way trying to recover her breath, then relaxed.
Anthony 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, kip for some time but she had much to do. Her knee joint were weak and she sat on the chairperson. She went on cooking a cherry pie for her husband .