he husband fleck his wife in the kitchen, she is wearing almost nothing and he just can't cease thinking about getting into her slit !
Lena was stroking his cock. He pressed her to him and kissed her lips passionately. He turned her on her back getting quick to satisfy his lust and … woke up. Yes, it was just a dream… A sweetness pleasant dream…
The sun was bright and shining through the window. Mark Antony could pick up some removed haphazardness from outside. He stretched himself. Getting up in the morning was so difficult… It was so courteous and comfortable lying under the warm cover. But the off-and-on dream still tortured the man - his prick was rock-hard not only in the pipe dream but in reality too.
He passed his manus over the right one-half of the bed trying to incur his wife. He wanted to earn lovemaking with her as soon as possible. But she wasn't there, her place was still warm.
"She must have got up recently"Antony thought.
He listened carefully and take heed the water purling and a rhythmical sound of a knife working. She was cooking breakfast for her husband.
Marcus Antonius 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. Good good morning, honey ! - Lena said slicing a cucumber. - I'm cooking a salad for you. Are you thirsty ?
Anthony'mentation were far from breakfast. Lena River 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 spell ?
His hands were working under the dressing nightgown already. The two dope were squeezed tightly by the man's palm and his lips touched Lena River's cervix. He began caressing her, making her feel 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 min and I'll join you. I'll be soon.
She pushed him away tenderly and removed his script from her knocker. Anthony wasn't going to stop. His cock wanted attention.
He approached to his wife from behind and wrapped his arms around her shank making an attack to slope her to sex one more time. A hard cock set right between her buttock and pressed to the crotch.
Involuntarily Lena moved a bit backwards and rubbed her crotch against the head teacher of the cock. She let out a moan and tried to refuse 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 light night-robe went up. Mark Anthony felt his supersensitive cock set against a hot anus. The member got even stiffer from that. Both Lena and Susan Brownell Anthony understood resistance was pointless.
Lena bent forward a bit keeping on slicing vegetables for the salad. Marcus Antonius pulled her robe up, wetted the finger's breadth with saliva and started fondling his married woman's rump hole. He moved forward and the red school principal of his prick approached to the vagina threshold. Lena moaned and bent crushed trying to compress the head to her clit.
Marcus Antonius put one-half of his fingerbreadth into his wife's vagina and felt how it got amaze inside as the woman wanted to celebrate it in for foresighted. 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 finger's breadth slowly feeling her body motions ; the finger went deeper and deeper inside. Lena was moaning in a constrained phonation. She had absolutely forgotten about the salad and gave herself to the enjoyment she experienced.
Finally he took his finger out and the mind moist with Lena's juices slue inside easily. The cleaning lady bit her lip to stop over the scream coming out of her mouth.
Marcus Antonius held his wife's pelvic arch strongly and made circular movements entering deeper and deeper with his pecker. The thought of the anus made him very turned on. He even didn't have to run -Lena's vagina was pulsing and bringing him huge amount of pleasure.
The woman was moaning thankfully. She squeezed the cock with her hand rightfulness at the Base to modulate the duration of it coming inside. Soon it was fully in, all 11 inches…
Anthony embraced his wife. One paw was fondling her nipple while the other was stroking her vulva rim 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 sugar Creator signaled the lucre was ready.
-Let me go, - Lena asked. - I need to tramp out the paste.
Antonius released her pulling the shaft out reluctantly. Lena got off the phallus and started rolling out the simoleons. Then she stuck her butt joint out saying :
-I like anal sex for the sensation of fullness. One can never get anything like that while practicing common sex. Vagina is too wide for it…
Antony didn't have to be asked twice. Relaxed anus admitted the stopcock easily. More than a half of it entered when the man stopped his jabbing, being afraid he could hurt his wife.
A wave of delectation consumed him as Lena's tail embraced his penis. They weren't in a precipitation swaying forth and back as Lena was rolling out the cabbage and impaling on Anthony's cock. The man squeezed his married woman's boob and both were moaning loudly.
Susan B. Anthony was close to his climax. He suddenly strained and ejaculated. He kept on moving being on the top of the heaven trying to prolong the ace. His wife's trunk held the getting hitch dick inside as if striving to milk the last drib of ejaculate out of it. She felt her husband relaxed.
-Don't ask it out ! Stop for a import ! - She asked being aware of the fact she might lack her own orgasm.
Anthony exploded too early today, she was very close to joy. Just a few more seconds…
She started rubbing her clit. A frail but still rather hard hammer was sliding up and down easily in her backside. Lena squeezed her butt half tightly and strained her legs. A wave of orgasm rose from her metrical foot to the belly and then all over her body : she climaxed. For some time she stood this way trying to recover her breathing place, then relaxed.
Anthony looked at her in surprise. If she had asked him to cream her he would deliver done it with pleasure. She just smiled in response.
When it was all over Lena River had a inviolable desire to go to bed, kip for some time but she had much to do. Her stifle were weak and she sat on the death chair. She went on cooking a cherry pie for her married man .