He involuntarily fell into a stupor and then watched as rare drops of water slowly flow down her third-size appetizing breast, hardening on sharp scarlet papillae and then rapidly falling down onto even, smooth legs, with a perfect pink manicure on tiny nails.
- Hey, - Irina's husband shouted, - or something is deaf. Come on, move your ass.
Gosh got up from the couch and went to the closet, lowered the spacious family pants and left in a black latex cap of fidelity on a slightly rising segment, opened the doors. In the closet, the amount of women's clothing and underwear prevailed over men's. He went through several outfits with his brown fingers of an office plankton, stopping on a silk black corset under his throat, with strips for stockings. Pulling it over his lean body, he fastened the buttons on his back, and reached for his stockings. His choice fell on black translucent stockings ordered recently by E-bay with a seam on the back side. Having exhaled, he sat down on a chair and rolled out cool silk on a smoothly epilated leg, then took the second place. Having hooked all eight stripes, Goshavytyanul black lace shorts, with a special codpiece for his "surprise" and tightly pulled them on the ass, exhausted by squats and hormones.
Ass nice "swallowed" lace. It was the turn of outerwear, since the walk meant, most likely, a trip to the nearest park, and not a thematic party to a club or sauna, then Gosh, chose unisex. Long flared blue jeans and a spacious turquoise shirt, and - for Count Montecristo, with large buttons. A little thought pulled the long black gloves to the elbow. The corset was peeking slightly from under the shirt and at first glance looked like a turtleneck. Black women's shoes with low heels, which were completely hidden by flares, completed the outfit. The dress on the verge, as Irina loved everything. Meanwhile, she came from the bedroom and she. She dressed surprisingly quickly.
A short denim skirt, mesh stockings, high leather lace-up boots. A bright scarlet blouse with a deep neckline, from where a black lace bra was looking through, tightly hugging the heavy hemispheres of the breasts, a chain with a medallion in which the key to the lock from the cage in which her husband was pisyun was closed. Gorgeous black hair fluffy square framed a smooth oval of the face, hiding cute ears with small earrings. Fervent green eyes radiated lust.
- Well, let's go, horned, walk for the next dream. Do not count on much, tomorrow to work. - She pushed her husband, slapped him on the ass by the host, picked up the lacquer clutch, in tune with the boots and left the apartment. Then, barely audibly tapping his heels, Gosh passed. In the elevator, Irina smeared her husband's lips with hygienic lipstick with glitter.
After about fifteen minutes, they leisurely strolled through the park, which plunged into the darkness of spring twilight, and only the burning lanterns remained islands of light, on the benches there were rare couples. From the clutch, Irina took out a long thin steel chain with two carbines at the ends. She beckoned to Gosha and walked with him to a small fence. Having rummaged in her husband's fly, she fastened one end of the carbine to the ring on the tip of the chastity belt, and attached the other end to the belt on her skirt. And so, on a leash, he trudged next to her.
For about three years they lived together for a year, were married, Irina fully owned her spouse, he worked for her, lived in her apartment, and gave everything she earned without question.
Irina was a convinced seksvayf, in his 31, Vygul.
- Get ready, bitch, let's go for a walk. - abruptly threw his wife George leaving the bathroom completely naked.
He involuntarily fell into a stupor and then watched as rare drops of water slowly flow down her third-size appetizing breast, hardening on sharp scarlet papillae and then rapidly falling down onto even, smooth legs, with a perfect pink manicure on tiny nails.
- Hey, - Irina's husband shouted, - or something is deaf. Come on, move your ass.
Gosh got up from the couch and went to the closet, let down the spacious family pants and stayed in a black latex cap of fidelity on a slightly rising segment
Walking
- Get ready, bitch, let's go for a walk. - abruptly threw his wife George leaving the bathroom completely naked.
He involuntarily fell into a stupor and then watched as rare drops of water slowly flow down her third-size appetizing breast, hardening on sharp scarlet papillae and then rapidly falling down onto even, smooth legs, with a perfect pink manicure on tiny nails.
- Hey, - Irina's husband shouted, - or something is deaf. Come on, move your ass.
Gosh got up from the couch and went to the closet, lowered the spacious family pants and left in a black latex cap of fidelity on a slightly rising segment, opened the doors. In the closet, the amount of women's clothing and underwear prevailed over men's. He went through several outfits with his brown fingers of an office plankton, stopping on a silk black corset under his throat, with strips for stockings. Pulling it over his lean body, he fastened the buttons on his back, and reached for his stockings. His choice fell on black translucent stockings ordered recently by E-bay with a seam on the back side. Having exhaled, he sat down on a chair and rolled out cool silk on a smoothly epilated leg, then took the second place.
Having hooked all eight stripes, Goshavytyanul black lace shorts, with a special codpiece for his "surprise" and tightly pulled them on the ass, exhausted by squats and hormones. Ass nice "swallowed" lace. It was the turn of outerwear, since the walk meant, most likely, a trip to the nearest park, and not a thematic party to a club or sauna, then Gosh, chose unisex. Long flared blue jeans and a spacious turquoise shirt, and - for Count Montecristo, with large buttons. A little thought pulled the long black gloves to the elbow. The corset was peeking slightly from under the shirt and at first glance looked like a turtleneck. Black women's shoes with low heels, which were completely hidden by flares, completed the outfit. The dress on the verge, as Irina loved everything. Meanwhile, she came from the bedroom and she.
She dressed surprisingly quickly. A short denim skirt, mesh stockings, high leather lace-up boots. A bright scarlet blouse with a deep neckline, from where a black lace bra was looking through, tightly hugging the heavy hemispheres of the breasts, a chain with a medallion in which the key to the lock from the cage in which her husband was pisyun was closed. Gorgeous black hair fluffy square framed a smooth oval of the face, hiding cute ears with small earrings. Fervent green eyes radiated lust.
- Well, let's go, horned, walk for the next dream. Do not count on much, tomorrow to work. - She pushed her husband, slapped him on the ass by the host, picked up the lacquer clutch, in tune with the boots and left the apartment. Following barely audible pic
tukivaya his heels passed Gosh. In the elevator, Irina smeared her husband's lips with hygienic lipstick with glitter.
After about fifteen minutes, they leisurely strolled through the park, which plunged into the darkness of spring twilight, and only the burning lanterns remained islands of light, on the benches there were rare couples. From the clutch, Irina took out a long thin steel chain with two carbines at the ends. She beckoned to Gosha and walked with him to a small fence. Having rummaged in her husband's fly, she fastened one end of the carbine to the ring on the tip of the chastity belt, and attached the other end to the belt on her skirt. And so, on a leash, he trudged next to her.
For about three years they lived together for a year married, Irina fully owned her husband, he worked for her, lived in her apartment, and gave everything she earned without question.
Irina was a convinced seksvayf, in her 31 year old, she was already married three times, she turned all her husbands into slaves and down-and-out Kukolds. The penultimate, Igor, she sold the Turks, while on vacation. The guys still send her a video of him where he, with fourth-size boobs, piercings and tattoos, indulges the natives, their dogs and horses. With these videos, she loves to stimulate Gosha, fucking him in the ass with a huge black strapon, or when he spins under his wife's next lover, when she has critical days, working out mandatory and free programs for her. Gosh never fucked his wife, she locked her cage on the first date, right in the bathroom of the restaurant where he invited her. Yes, and the first wedding night, he looked from the floor at how the driver of a limousine, a tall mulatto, “child of the Olympiad” paht Irina on their marital bed. Boris is now a frequent guest in their apartment and all the holes of Irina and her faithful whore Gosha, without exception.
Chopping heels, they reached the middle of the park.
“Here,” Irina pulled at the leash and Gosh stared at the hard worker with the belly and in a dusty overalls sipping a cheap strong beer from a glass bottle. - Want.
- Yes, dear, beautiful choice, dear. - Gosh gave limply and dejectedly.
- Asshole. - Ira shouted and slapped him. - How shit in my mouth scored. No fucking emotion!
Gosh retreated grabbed his flashing face.
Irina unhooked the chain, pulled Gosha to her, and hit the second cheek.
- Creature, wait, wait and see. - She ordered and went to the bench where he sat a little surprised hard worker.
- I can? She asked, poking her varnished finger into the bottle.
The man nodded and handed her a cheap strong drink, with traces of saliva. Irina grabbed the neck with brightly made-up plump lips and after making a couple of sucking movements, took a sip of nasty slurry, pulled it out of her mouth, leaving a thread of saliva, licked the neck with a sharp tongue and returned the glass to the peeks. small bump.
“Oh,” said Irina, opening her fingers, and the bottle fell on the pavement, breaking into several pieces, wrapped around her pants, overalls, dusty boots of the peasant, and Irina’s boots with a fountain spray of foam. - What I am not clever.
Irina capriciously puffed up her lips and squatted in front of the muzhik with her legs spread wide, showing him the lace of her panties, stockings and the bare part of her thigh, pulled her legs together, lifted her skirt higher and put her palm on the groin
- Well? I will wait for a long time! - Irina continued capricious.
The man hastily unbuckled his belt, his fly, a button and pulled off his pants with his pants, revealing puffy thighs, thick thickets of black pubic hair from which a twenty-centimeter dick with thick huge eggs rose.
- Wow. - Issued Ira and immediately swallowed it almost to the base, plunging the head into the throat. Gosh stood and watched as the head of his wife gallops over the groin of a hard worker. He relaxed and spread his arms, he was fine. Irina loved and knew how to suck, especially when the cock was big. From fucking hard workers bore sour urine, then, and stagnant smegma, but Ira did not care, she moaned, grunted and sucked, sucked, sucked, swallowed, caressed the stranger's eggs with claws, rolled them in her palms and slightly delayed causing the peasant to selflessly moan poglazhivyuvlyuvlyuvlyuvlyuvlyuvlyuhlyuvlyuvlyuvlyuvlyuvlyuvlyuvlyuvlyatvuyu Goshi on the head. Fifteen minutes later, the peasant shouted and discharged Irina into her mouth and continued to finish her hair, smearing the sperm on her face. He finished a minute. “Apparently I haven’t been fucking for a long time, although with such a device ...” - flashed through the head of Gosha’s wife. The man stepped back and reached into his pocket, took out a pack of "Java" and lit it. He looked into Irina’s crooked face.
- Will you?
She shook her head.
- I'll smoke, I'll fuck you, bitch. - He said imperatively.
Ira nods her head.
got up with squatting, and sparkling in contrast stockings, underwear and thighs went to her husband. Coming close to him, she grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled her to her, looked into his frightened eyes, put her index finger into his mouth. Gosh obediently swallowed him, then medium and large, Irina spread them out, opening her husband's mouth, then pulled them out, wiped it on his shirt, pulled her head to herself and kissed him, tightly pressing his face to herself, rubbing the hard workers over him. Then she poured into his mouth that which she had fostered from a large member of her recent lover. Having finished draining the sperm, Ira pulled herself away from grabbing the gum of her panties and pulled them over with her boots. The next movement of them, she wiped the drips of sperm from her face and sent her panties in her husband's wide open mouth.
- Slam the sink. - She ordered that Gosh obediently performed. - Rinse mode, swallow forbid.
- Hey, skin, you wait a long time? - There was a shout of a peasant, Irina obediently turned around and seed to her ebar.
The goby cigarette flew from the hands of a hard worker and slapped Gosha in the forehead.
Irina sat on the bench with her legs wide apart, the peasant's rough palm lay on her smoothly shaved pussy, penetrating the current bosom with her middle finger.
- What a clown? - he asked.
- Husband ... - purring from excitement and pleasure answered Ira and closed her fingers on the rising trunk of his penis.
- Beer broke for nothing, I love to drink after fucking. - Issued a man thrusting into his pussy of a married woman three more fingers.
- Now Gosh comes down and brings. Yes Dear? - calmed her lover Irina, got up from the bench and saddled the finally rebelling member spread her legs in different directions, staring at her husband.
“Dear,” breathing, rising and sinking on a member of the ebar, Irina turned to Gosha, “bring us a beer.”
Gosh, with his mouth clogged, twisted his head to the side and rustled his empty fingers, poking his second hand in the clutch of Irina, who was wallowing at the bench.
- What? No money? In my purse, everything is mine. - A member went to pussy more confident and faster. - Think of it. Anything. Everything. Do not bother. Pszhel. Out. Rogatik.
Irina groaned when she sat down on a member of the night stranger, and Gosh sadly slouched in the direction of the supermarket.