Could N'T Help Myself ( 0 )
Fantasy, Hardcorehe husband spots his wife in the kitchen, she is wearing almost null and he just can't halt thinking about getting into her snatch !
Lena was stroking his cock. He pressed her to him and kissed her lip passionately. He turned her on her back getting ready to fulfil his lust and … woke up. Yes, it was just a dream… A sweet pleasant dream…
The sun was bright and shining through the windowpane. Anthony could see some remote noise from outside. He stretched himself. Getting up in the cockcrow was so difficult… It was so gracious and comfortable lying under the warm blanket. But the break dreaming still tortured the man - his cock was rock-hard not only in the pipe dream but in reality too.
He passed his mitt over the right half of the bed trying to come up his wife. He wanted to establish love with her as soon as potential. But she wasn't there, her plaza was still warm.
"She must have got up recently"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 warmth of the bed.
-I'm glad you've woken up. respectable break of day, love ! - Lena said slicing a cucumber vine. - I'm cooking a salad for you. Are you athirst ?
Anthony'view 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 member to her short fecundation gown.
-Darling, why don't we fuck for a while ?
His hands were working under the dressing gown already. The two dope were squeezed tightly by the man's palms and his back talk touched Lena'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 broil a cherry pie for you. Just a few minute of arc and I'll join you. I'll be soon.
She pushed him away tenderly and removed his hands from her boob. Anthony wasn't going to discontinue. His cock wanted attention.
He approached to his married woman from buttocks and wrapped his arms around her waist making an attempt to incline her to sex one more metre. A hard cock set right between her buttocks and pressed to the crotch.
Involuntarily Lena River moved a bit backwards and rubbed her crotch against the headway of the prick. She let out a moan and tried to hold out slightly. Mark Anthony pressed to her closer and again felt she responded. She liked what was happening and just pretended to be resisting.
One more move and her short gown went up. Marcus Antonius felt his supersensitive cock set against a hot anus. The Phallus got even rigid from that. Both Lena River and Anthony understood resistance was pointless.
Lena River set forward a bit keeping on slicing veg for the salad. Antonius pulled her gown up, wetted the finger with saliva and started fondling his wife's butt fix. He moved forward and the red straits of his cock approached to the vagina threshold. Lena moaned and bent downhearted trying to press the mind to her clit.
Antony put half of his finger into his married woman's vagina and felt how it got bewilder inside as the charwoman wanted to observe it in for retentive. Lena helped him moving her pelvic arch up and down and feeling her own excitement grow slowly. The head was massaging her nub perfectly.
The man was circling the digit slowly feeling her organic structure gesture ; the finger went profoundly and deeper inside. Lena was moaning in a strained representative. She had absolutely forgotten about the salad and gave herself to the enjoyment she experienced.
Finally he took his digit out and the drumhead moist with Lena's juices slew inside easily. The womanhood bit her lip to stop the screaming coming out of her mouth.
Anthony held his wife's pelvis strongly and made circular crusade entering deeper and deeper with his hammer. The scene of the anus made him very turned on. He even didn't have to proceed -Lena's vagina was pulsing and bringing him huge sum of pleasure.
The woman was moaning thankfully. She squeezed the cock with her hand right hand at the base to regulate the length of it coming inside. Soon it was fully in, all 11 inches…
Mark Antony embraced his wife. One hand was fondling her nipple while the former was stroking her vulva backtalk and the nub of the clit. Lena moved her pelvis slowly towards him and then back. He was on the wand when the timer of the bread maker signaled the dough was ready.
-Let me go, - Lena River asked. - I need to roll 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 seat out saying :
-I like anal sex for the whiz of comprehensiveness. One can never experience anything like that while practicing usual sex. Vagina is too wide-cut for it…
Marcus Antonius didn't have to be asked twice. Relaxed anus admitted the pecker easily. More than a half of it entered when the man stopped his poking, being afraid he could pain his wife.
A wave of enjoyment consumed him as Lena River's fanny embraced his phallus. They weren't in a hurry swaying Forth and back as Lena was rolling out the dough and impaling on Susan B. Anthony's cock. The man squeezed his wife's breast and both were moaning loudly.
Anthony was shut to his coming. He suddenly strained and ejaculated. He kept on moving being on the top of the Shangri-la trying to protract the sentiency. His wife's organic structure held the getting limp cock inside as if striving to milk the last drops of come out of it. She felt her husband relaxed.
-Don't charter it out ! closure for a moment ! - She asked being aware of the fact she might miss her own orgasm.
Anthony exploded too early today, she was very close to pleasure. Just a few more than seconds…
She started rubbing her button. A unaccented but still rather hard cock was sliding up and down easily in her rear end. Lena River squeezed her butt halves tightly and strained her legs. A wave of orgasm rose from her feet to the belly and then all over her eubstance : she climaxed. For some clip she stood this way trying to convalesce her breathing space, then relaxed.
Susan B. Anthony looked at her in surprise. If she had asked him to lap up her he would have done it with pleasure. She just smiled in response.
When it was all over Lena had a unassailable desire to go to bed, catch some Z's for some time but she had much to do. Her knees were weak and she sat on the chair. She went on cooking a cherry pie for her husband .