- What happened? - I asked with difficulty.
The husband began to tell in a weak voice how at work a broken crossbar hit him on the head and in an unconscious state in an ambulance he was sent to the hospital. Now he has come to his senses. Doctors said that tomorrow they would be released, but during the week it is necessary to observe strict bed rest. It's good that everything turned out okay, but after two days we have a flight to rest in Montenegro. It looks like this year’s vacation is covered with a copper basin, and I’ve been waiting for it. For the last two years, I haven’t been able to rest for a while, so what good luck?
The next day, I took my husband from the hospital, he didn’t look important, he had a gray complexion and bags under his eyes, and on top of that a white bandage on his head. Having built a small infirmary in the bedroom, with pills, drinking, pillows, to alleviate his suffering. In the evening, he began to persuade me not to cancel the vacation because of him, even if I rest. It became much easier for him, his head was barely spinning, but of course he could not fly on an airplane, you never know. Time was short, the decision had to be taken urgently ...
Day 1
The plane landed, the blue of the warm sea was visible in the window. I eagerly looked at him in anticipation of the week of rest. Husband sitting at home, completely flew out of my head. The hotel was clean and comfortable. Having thrown my modest things, I began to change clothes, I was impatient to plunge into the warm water of the Adriatic Sea. I wore a simple black swimsuit, two more with thong panties left for later, you must first look at the beach, shorts, shirt and went to swim. There were many men around, even very many. Feeling how their eyes are continuously watching me while I was taking off my shorts and tank top, I smiled inwardly. Maybe it's for the best that I'm here alone? Having corrected the swimming trunks, ingrained between the halves of my priests, I went into the water. The man sitting on the next towel, obviously from the local, grunted quite. Well, let him watch, I deliberately wagged my hips more strongly toward the water. Rest promises to be interesting. In the end, a little flirting does not hurt.
In the evening, sitting in the room, I called my husband. He was already better, his voice was more cheerful and naturally he was worried that he sent me alone. “In the end, I deserved this vacation,” I thought, recalling the last year of work with frequent unscheduled exits on Saturday and Sunday. They knocked on the door; they brought the bottle of wine and fruit I ordered. The dark guy who brought it all smiled cheekily at me. Not immediately realizing what was happening, I approached and took the tray from his hands. Following his gaze, I understood. He was staring at my body, because the dressing gown on me was not tied with White panties, that was all that was on me, and the open dressing gown covered my chest only to the nipples. Well, from viewing anyone else was not bad, let him look at himself. All the more strong chest has always been my pride. The husband loves to squeeze her, and men’s colleagues at work look at her.
After showing off the guy, I poured myself a glass, turned on the TV, showed “Pretty Woman” in English. Gradually finishing the bottle to half, I decided to go for a swim in the pool, which was on site. Already approaching him, I thought that it was necessary to wear a swimsuit, but since the thought came spontaneously, I came out in what it was, a bathrobe and panties. Looking around, there was no one around, I took off my hotel dressing gown and quietly entered the warm water. Bliss! But then it was interrupted by an angry look. A man was standing at the edge, obviously a hotel employee, and he was holding his hands on his hips and looking at me. "Like a school fizruk" - the thought came to me, looking at the wide-shouldered man, in shorts, with pumped up arms and powerful thighs.
“It is forbidden to swim in the evening,” he said in English, with a strong accent, “Well, surely from the locals,” I thought, and began to swim to the railing to get out of the water.
My robe was right in front of him and I would have to go out in shorts in front of someone else's man. Of course, I did not consider myself so touchy, but there is a framework for everything.
“Turn around,” I asked, looking into his wide, tanned face.
He turned his pumped ass on me, and I quickly grabbed a robe and put it on my wet body. He turned, just as strictly looking at me, with my tall I barely reached his shoulder. "Two-meter-long gorilla" - it occurred to me looking at this mountain of muscles, and I hurriedly retreated to the room.
Day 2
The next day, passing by the pool, I noticed the figure of yesterday’s man. His height, he stood out from the crowd of tourists. He was alone in swimming trunks, and I slowed down to appreciate his figure. The ideal pumped body with prominent muscles and most importantly, a huge lump in swimming trunks. “God, the gorilla pumped not only the body, but also his body” - I laughed to myself and went to the beach. After spending half a day in the sun, I went to a bar in the shade. Taking a glass of cool lemonade, I lazily examined the people around me, and at that time I felt the heat from my body behind me. I turned around and saw the very pitching. He looked at me and smiled.
- Can I treat you? - he asked.
I laughed, the bar was free and I could treat myself, and myself, without waiting for gentlemen. But what to do, you need to play along.
“Okay, come on,” I answered, still laughing.
I was served a glass with a bunch of grass and a lemon sticking out. It looks creepy but very tasty. The bartender said something to him, nodding in my direction. Kachok also nodded to him, seemed to be discussing me.
- My name is Miloš - shook the jock.
- Anya - I replied.
Communication was difficult, English was terrible, and even mixed with local words. But I understood the main thing, he worked here at the hotel, a lifeguard in the pool as he put it, he was thirty, not married, no children. Apparently the last was important, since he said it, doesn’t he rely on something regarding me? I glanced at his powerful torso and of course on the sticking out melting. It seemed to me that he deliberately threw in a couple of potatoes there, not of a small size. This, to be honest, I have not seen. Although before marriage I had men and it was compared with anything. To immediately put a distance, quickly said goodbye to him and went to change into the room. In the plans I had a walk into the city.
In the evening in the bar they arranged a disco with a foam party at the end. Wearing a thong and a light dress, I went to have fun. A lot of music, alcohol, a river and a lot of half-naked bodies, all this made my head spin. They announced the last slow dance before the foamy entertainment. Tired and satisfied, I began to look for a place to sit. Suddenly, a huge figure of Milos with a naked torso grew up in front of me. He silently
gave me a hand inviting to dance. We entered the circle of writhing bodies, he grabbed me in an armful with his hands, pressing to himself and we slowly sailed. His huge strong body was hot and burned my skin. Stroking my back, he accidentally touched my ass with his hands a couple of times. I looked at him sternly and the matter did not go further. And then there was a foam party, tons of foam, again intoxicating cocktails and even more naked bodies. My dress for a long time was wet, Miloš laughing offered him off. He himself took off his shorts long ago and sparkled with gold swimming trunks. And they could see a powerful economy. Alcohol and universal half-naked fun left no chances to my sundress. He flew to the foam, and I stayed in some thongs. Everyone danced, and I also began to move to the beat of the sounding music. Milos did not take his eyes off my jumping chest. From the coolness of the night, the skin gooseled, and her nipples hardened, treacherously stuck up. He clearly liked this view, since the movement began in swimming trunks. They swelled more and more and the contour of its hefty trunk loomed more and more clearly. It was visible, as he lies up and then bends aside. I looked at this process as spellbound. Turning my back to him in the dance, I stuck out my butt, which was only a thin strip of underpants, became smoothly ...
move it to the beat of the melody. He sat down so that the swimming trunks were on the same level with the booty, and in a businesslike manner, clasping his hips, pulled me towards him. Solid flesh rested against me. I continued to squirm, and his hands began to walk on my body. The longest he lingered on his chest, nosing her and pulling her nipples. After his hands she was red, and I was so excited that I had to stop all this and go to my room. Otherwise, I could lose my head. With difficulty finding a wet sundress and squeezing it from the absorbed moisture, I pulled it over myself. Miloš pissed offendedly, but I still went to my room. The ring on my right hand reminded me that I was a married woman. But in thongs it was treacherously wet.
Day 3
The next day I went to the beach again. I lay in the sun, swam in the warm sea water and did not think about anything at all. I was doing what I came here for. By evening, hungry and tired, I went to a bar. Nothing reminded of yesterday's party, lazy tourists sat again and sipped free cocktails. The pool was full of people and the figure of Milos rose above them. A couple of girls obviously stuck to him, constantly turning around. After finishing the lemonade, I went to the room, in the coolness of the air conditioner. I woke up at night and, dawning from idleness, decided to go out for a breath of night air. The hotel was already asleep, just something where the party people were still roaring. Passing by the pool, I stopped. Slyly looking back, I took off my shorts, T-shirt and jumped into the water, purposely creating a noise. Five minutes later, the angry pool owner was right there. Apparently he just woke up and ran out like he was sleeping in some boxers. Seeing that it was me, he became kinder. I called his finger to me and he, without thinking, dived headlong. Swam up close to me and took me by the waist. I threw my legs around his sides, and put his hands on his neck. He whispered something in his own language, and his hands were already on my bottom. Losing my head, I kissed him long and juicy. I stood in the crotch rested his rising member. He pulled me off and pulled my hand out of the water. On land, I appreciated the beauty of his farm. It fell out over the edge, inflating panties. I really wanted to look at him. Seeing my gaze, Milos took off his underpants and lay down on a chaise longue, letting me enjoy the beauty. The big, strong trunk ended in a small but sharp brown head, and the foreskin was cut off. Powerful veins girdled with a smoothly shaved penis and beautiful massive eggs. The size was matched by the owner. I sat down and put my hand on this monster. He was hot, throbbing, and his skin was rough. Due to the thickness of the fingers did not converge and lifting it, I felt the weight with my hand.
“Yes, there are two kilograms here,” I said in Russian.
- What? - asked Milosz.
- Hammer - I laughed.
While podrachivaya one hand, the second I began to knead his eggs. Each was the size of a tangerine and comparing all this with the size of my husband, I thought that there are two times more, and a member and balls. Milos got up and pulled my wet hair to my cock. I hesitated, damn, it's treason! But the huge pulsating member in my hand made me succumb to the temptation. I dropped my mouth on it, the head could easily fit in my mouth, but then the thick barrel did not climb. I was able to suck only the head and rifle trunk. Miloš watched my movements and straightened falling hair. Tired of sucking, I straightened up, thought for a second and spread my leg over it, stood on top. Having bent over the edges of the panties, I took the member and put the head in the folds of my pink lips. Leading his head between them, I could feel the blood being poured with blood. The sponges have already opened wide enough, and his head was almost half in between. Milos pushed the pelvis up, and the head slipped into me. I froze. Oh god He began to move deeper and deeper, but the thick trunk did not pass on.
- How old are you? - he asked.
“Twenty-eight, I answered him in surprise.”
- Like a virgin - he said, took me off his penis, got up and put me on a chaise longue on all fours went behind.
One hand lay on my lower back, and the other he sent his stake to me. The head slipped easily into me again, and the trunk rested against the walls of the vagina. In sharp jerks, he began to grind him into me by entering a centimeter. Feeling how narrow walls diverge, letting it pass, I howled. He, not paying attention, thrust him centimeter by centimeter to the uterus and eventually entering it, at that moment I began to cum. No one in me was so deep. Wave after wave orgasm mixed with the pain of a torn vagina shook me. Standing on all fours on cotton hands and feet, I gasped, for the first time I had such a strong orgasm. Milos, having put his head on the bottom of the uterus and feeling that there was no further way, began to take his penis out of me. He barely went out, twisting the sponge out. Coming out of me, I felt that the vagina immediately returned to its previous size. After a pause, he slowly began to shove him back, he entered just as tightly, it was felt that my flesh was resisting. The stars came back from his eyes when he touched the uterus. But not lingering there a member came out, and immediately flew into me again, the pace began to increase, and I was not sure that I could take it. Both hands lay on my hips and Milos began to fuck me, as males take their bitches. The insides were still not yielding, tightly tightening his cock, obviously giving him pleasure.
“Good virgin,” he praised me.
But I was not up to it, I hardly tolerated his penis. The stomach cramped and the crotch ached, but in all this pain was a great pleasure. The narrowness of the vagina did not allow him to last long. He grunted hard, pulled his penis out of me and began to lower him on his back. Discharge after discharge. I fell down exhausted on a chaise longue while he poured semen on the seed.
Day 4
I woke up just for dinner. Lying in bed, I lowered my hand between my legs, fearing for my pussy. But she was, as before, small and neat. During the night, elastic muscles took their place. While dining at a bar, I looked for a large, pumped-up figure, but Milos did not appear. In the evening he knocked on my door. Immediately unleashing my robe and letting her breasts out, he climbed into my panties. I helped him take them off and lay down on the bed spreading her legs, showing him her pussy. His tongue began to penetrate inside. A phone call slashed his ear.
- Hello - I answered hoarsely, without looking who is calling.
- How are you dear? - the gentle voice of her husband was silenced by the brazen language of Milos.
- I'm fine, only you are missing - I breathed into the phone.
“And I miss you,” he replied.
At that moment, instead of a tongue, a member began to penetrate into me, I took the phone aside so that my husband did not hear my moan. Just as yesterday, he had difficulty making his way through a narrow passage.
- Everything is good? Your voice is hoarse - my husband asked.
- Probably from the cold lemonade - trying to speak smoothly, I squeezed my eyes, the member entered me in its widest place, in its middle.
Miloš started massaging my clitoris with his thumb and became completely dark in the eyes.
“I'm going to have dinner, I'll call you tomorrow — I’ve hung up and threw the phone.”
As widely as I could, I spread my legs so that Milosz would be able to fit in his large pelvis and be more comfortable in fucking me. And he stepped up the pace of thrusting his fat cock into me. His rough skin rubbed tender insides. I yelled out loud, grabbing my hair, and again he was hammering my uterus, crushing all the nerve endings and starting an orgasm. Again, I finished as never. Losing consciousness for a few seconds, I again came to my senses, and Milosh all this time without getting tired of fucking me. Not remembering how I ended up lying on my stomach, but he, leaning over the whole mass, pulled me from behind. Brought together the legs squeezed the vagina to the smallest size. He puffed, with difficulty pushing a member into me, squeezing both halves of the ass with huge hands. Heavy eggs clapped in time with his movements. The sheet on me was wet from the grease released, I flowed so much that it was not clear ..
where so much fluid is taken in my body. In this position, the anus ring was clearly visible to Milos and he began to massage him with his finger, gradually penetrating inside.
- No, do not - I said turning to him.
Anal sex was tried several times with my husband, and, to be honest, I didn’t like it very much, so I stopped this continuation right away. Hmknuv accelerated pace while continuing to stretch me sitting back from above. A new wave began to rise in the stomach, preparing a second orgasm. God, in one go, two times! This I have never had. Inside it became hot and slaps of the member began to be accompanied by a loud squish. Milos began to groan, slowing down. It did not immediately come to me that he was finishing up at me. When I began to break out from under him, a strong body crushed from above, and he, lying on me, began to move inside again. Chomping was replaced by a squish, sperm was dripping pubic on the bed. I swore at him in his voice, I didn’t have enough of such a continuation, but the carcass lying on me only increased the pace. The member beat the sperm in a thick white foam, the entire perineum was soaked with it. The body gave up and the second orgasm covered me again, I went limp and stopped resisting. Seeing this, Milosh turned me over onto his back, spread his legs to the sides and sent the entire penis to his freaked pussy and continued to torment my insides. Resting the penis to the ground, he again began to lower hot jets inside. Sperm filled the uterus, spreading to all corners. I lay aloof, thinking of my husband, and reproaching myself for such carelessness. Although the cycle was safe days, but you never know.
Looking up from me, Milos fell on the bed next to me. erotic stories of sexytales Unable to stretch my legs, I continued to lie with an open pussy, from which white slurry flowed lazily. The internal muscles of the vagina could not converge back and in the perineum gaped gaping hole, with twisted red lips. They knocked on the door and, without waiting for an answer, a dark-skinned guy entered the room and brought orders to the rooms. Standing with a tray in his hands, he froze when he saw us lying on the bed. Miloš said something to him, and he closed the door behind him with his foot, walked over to the table and began to put the brought fruit. But he stared at me with his eyes. With difficulty getting up on my feet I went to the bath, slippery slipped down to my knees
jet. Having sent a shower between my legs, I thoroughly washed everything that this dork was letting me into. Having tied up with a towel, I left the bathroom. Miloš was already dressed, and he and the waiter laughingly left the room. I sat on the bed, untied the towel and looked at my grated crotch. The view was not very. The sponges were swollen and dark red. The sweetness of wild sex mixed with pricks of conscience. I typed my husband.
Day 5
The waiter guy looked at me brazenly while I was having breakfast at the bar. He was talking about something with a colleague, equally dark and young. Miloš passed me by waving a hand. Tonight will be a disco again, and after the bikini contest. I did not think, I went and signed up for the participants. At the end of the end of the holiday comes to an end and it is necessary to capture all the fun to the maximum. After spending the day in the city, hanging out in the markets and bargaining with local people, by evening I came to the hotel without any feet. The bar was already preparing for the evening show. They organized a small stage, and brought boxes of alcohol to the bar. The people were already catching up, and I hurried up, you need to change clothes and make up.
Disco was in full swing. The people broke away in full and the bar was not overcrowded. After standing in line and tired of waiting, I went to dance again. A waiter guy ran past me and I barely managed to catch him. Shouting in his ear, trying to shout down music, I somehow could explain to him that I needed a cocktail. He understood nod, so I followed him. Entering the hotel, we walked down the stairs to the basement. There was a supply of alcohol. The boy deftly uncorked several bottles, took out a long glass and alternately poured various colored liquids into it. There was no ice here, and I tried a warm cocktail. Yummy! He was very bad at English, but somehow I found out that his name was Zdravko. Having finished the cocktail, I asked for a second one and went back to the bar with him. The guy was walking behind, and I felt his burning look on my back.
Undressing for the contest, I caught men's looks from all sides. The girls came out on a small stage, and exposed their charms to the friendly cries of the crowd. In a pink bikini with a strip on the priest and small triangles covering the pubis and nipples, I went on stage. Raising my hands behind my head, so that the elastic breasts sprawled even higher, I stood up and showed myself. Then she turned her back to the audience and bent. A hoot and a drunk cocktail warmed me up even more. Turning to the audience, I tore off the top of a swimsuit and threw it into the crowd. She waved a pen to everyone, sent a kiss and went down the stage, making room for the next girl. Going down the stairs, I leaned on the hand I was given. Downstairs stood a fat guy and smiled broadly at me. I couldn’t understand what he was saying, but he didn’t let go of my hand. Turning to English, he said that he is the owner of the local wine cellar and this competition is a good advertisement for him. He really liked my performance, but the daughter of the hotel owner will still get the first place. Holding my hand, he led me to the bar with his wine and offered to taste it. Standing in one bare-chest thong, I took the glass from his hands. The fat man still did not shut up, hugging me around the waist, ruffling about my beauty, staring at my bare chest.
The wine was very strong, my head floated from the glass and I wanted to sit down. Fat uncle deftly poured me another batch. The tart sweet wine was easy to drink, by the end of the second glass I felt that I was losing control and my hands were growing bolder. One stroked her bare breasts, and the second brazenly squeezed alternately halves of the ass, sometimes penetrating under a strip of panties. Since I could no longer walk, the fat man said that I needed to sit down and kindly led me away from the screaming crowd. The head floated, I did not notice how we were near the white van, with inscriptions and a photo of a large bottle of wine on the door. The door opened and with a push in the back I flew inside. The fat man jumped after him and lying on the iron floor I felt the car crouch under his weight. In the dim light, I saw how I stood up to me began to pull down his pants, letting out a weighty, hairy penis. Realizing that me now
will fuck, I tried to get up, but the body barely responded. Feeling how my hair was wrapped around my fist, I began to wave off with weak hands, but the hot member was already pushing my teeth into the throat.
There was no strength to resist and I dropped my hands and closed my eyes, obediently clutching the sliding trunk with my lips. The fat man grunted rather, seeing that I stopped kicking and began to fuck my mouth even faster, keeping my head more comfortable. Drooling dropped on my chest, and stuck on the hairy eggs of a fat man who spanked me on the chin. Letting go of my head and pushing me onto the cold floor of the van, he pulled off my pants and, crushing me, lay down on top of me. Heavy carcass imprinted me on the floor, and the hot cock touched the crotch. Freeing my hand, I fatly licked my fingers, and slipped a dry puss under my hands. He understood, too, spat in his palm and began to rub into me. Leading the head to the clitoris, he began to slowly go inside. The narrowness of the vagina he clearly liked, and he kissing my face, began to slowly fuck me, crushing the belly on top. Rhythmic pushes in complete silence, amid the sound of music coming from the street, literally lulled me. Turning off for a few seconds, I lost track of time. What was this wine? A strong jerk and I stand on all fours, and slaps are heard from behind. Gradually, nature took over and I began to flow and it became easier for the fat man to enter me. I tried to focus, so as not to turn off and do not fall face down on the floor. There was not enough bruise. Drooling .
they began to drip on my anus hole, but I did not pay attention to it, until the head rested against it. A strong push and she overcame a tight little ring. I tried to jump off the penis, but one hand held my hair, and the second sent the penis deeper in the ass.
- Whore, good young whore - the fat man spoke in English.
Pushing deeper and deeper into his penis, he opened the coveted hole, which I rarely even gave to my husband. Having planted me to the base of his penis, his balls touched my pussy. Strongly slapping me on the ass, he slowly began to fuck the narrowest hole. Apparently the sound of a slap he liked, and he slapped me again. Then more and more. The halves burned from his blows, and in the ass burned from the drilling member. The pace was getting faster and faster. The fat man’s hot, sticky body was sticking to me, it was stuffy in the van, and I, too, was sweating with whine with the beat of his movements. Hot liquid splashed in my ass burning everything inside. For a few minutes he stood motionless, but I felt cuts in his penis, squeezing portions into me. With a squish he went out and his sperm flowed onto the iron floor. The torn back burned with fire, and I was afraid to move. And the fat man, having wiped his wet count on my hair, opened the door and pushed me out, the swimsuit panties fell on the asphalt. I barely bent over them and barely wearing myself, walked unevenly into my room. In the hot room of the van, the hops came out later, so my head cleared a little. Ignoring the surprised looks, I went to the room. Looking at myself in the mirror, I laughed.
- Whore you Anka - I said to myself.
In some thongs, disheveled, legs in the semen with erased knees and wrinkled red sides. Without washing myself out of strength, I fell into bed, wrapped myself in a blanket and sweetly fell asleep. Missed calls from her husband were unanswered today.
Day 6
Recovering after yesterday, taking a hot shower and drinking coffee, I went to the beach. Coming out of the hotel, I noticed a standing white van, in which the fat man used me yesterday. Digesting everything that happened yesterday, I did not feel shame or disappointment. It was frightening and exciting. In the end, it diversifies our gray family life. The husband always disappears, either at work or in the gym, and sexual energy asks for a way out. On the beach, throwing off the top of a swimsuit, I turned my back to the sun,
so that the tan was without a strip on the back. Two elderly Germans, who were not far away, paid attention to me and pushed their chaise lounges closer.
- You can smear my back - I turned to them.
Of course, both were right there and began to grease me with their rough palms. Having finished with my back, I turned to them bare-chested and smiled. Hands eagerly walked along the stomach, breasts alternately squeezing each. They had barely restrained their melting flesh. Thanking them, I stretched out on a towel, and they sat for a long time, devouring my eyes.
Passing by the pool, I smiled at Milos, but he defiantly turned away, and hugged some girl, apparently saw me leaving with the liquor store owner yesterday. I, too, touchy princess. After dinner, I settled in the room at the TV. Excused from idleness, I dialed the number, ordering a light dinner. Ten minutes later they knocked, Zdravko stood on the threshold. Leaving the tray on the table was about to leave, but I detained him. With difficulty explaining to him that I need a cocktail that he made yesterday at the very same warehouse. Just a couple of minutes we were standing there. Zdravko was mixing multicolored liquids, but I wasted no time in front of him squatting, and pulled off my shorts. The guy froze with the bottles in his hands, and I already wrapped my lips around his hanging member. Within seconds, he took a vertical position and no longer fit in his mouth. Shaking his hand and not letting the head out of my mouth, I ran my other hand into my shorts. A door slammed behind them, steps were heard on the steps, we froze. The bartender entered the wine cellar and stopped at what he saw.
- Come up - pulling a wet hand out of the shorts I called him.
But the guy stood and clapped his eyes. When I got up, I took off my T-shirt and my breasts elastically jumped out. Pink halos with standing nipples finally brought him to his senses, and he went up and stuck to one of them. Zdravko looking at it took the second breast, crushing it strongly and biting her nipple. Taking in one hand is already standing with a stake member, and the second is still just poured, I began to masturbate them, while the guys tormented my nipples. The bartender, running his hand in my shorts and not finding there panties, but only a shaved pubis and a wet hole, ran his fingers inside. In impatience, they put me on my stomach in a large box and the members were from both sides. Zdravko, pushing the ass halves, turned his pussy inside the oozing and the barman put his in my open mouth. Two pistons worked towards each other. Stars poured out of my eyes the pace was frantic. Tirelessly changing, they hammered their members into me. Lubricated from the excited crotch trickling down the legs. The first volley in the mouth of a thick sperm, from the bartender, I gladly swallowed. Tastier than her husband! Zdravko took out on my back. Out of breath, they began to tighten the shorts, and I straightened, stretching my stiff legs. Zdravko wiped away the traces of his sperm from my back with my T-shirt and gave it to me so that I could dress. Wet pattern flaunted in front, just between the breasts.
Day 7
Today is the last day of my vacation, tomorrow morning fly back home. The unforgettable vacation was coming to an end, and I was sad at the bar, sipping a cocktail and picking at the salad. Older Germans settled down at a nearby table, rubbing me yesterday and constantly winking at me. Having a good cocktail, I went to the pool, near which stood a large figure of Milos with a cherished knoll in swimming trunks. When he saw me, he first turned his nose, but when I started to get out of the water, he gave me his hand, but it did not go further. Stung by this behavior, I got angry. "What did he think he was about himself at all?" I thought evil. The bartender, smiling slyly, poured me another serving of the cocktail, but I ignored his attention signs, I looked at the large, pumped-up figure of Milos. Toward evening, I was again at the bar. But now I got ready, put on a little makeup, put on
my favorite short shorts, in which the priest was covered only half, a translucent white T-shirt, through which the chest showed through, and the only shoes with heels that I took with me. Needless to Milos paid attention. He began to spin around me, but still did not go to the contact. When he was once again close by, I put my palm on his knoll in shorts. He froze ...
Within five minutes we were already in my room, and I kneeling in front of him sucked the head of his big cock. Holding a massive trunk with my hand, I carefully absorbed the head. Having laid me on the edge of the bed, holding my legs up with one hand, I did not have time to take off my shoes, Milosz set up his giant at the entrance to the kitty and slowly began to push him inside. Reluctantly, the flesh parted as he let it in, I gasped shut my eyes, waiting for him to reach the end. A centimeter by a centimeter, and now he rested, I gasped loudly and clenched my fists. Giving a moment to get used to the walls, the piston moved in, giving great pleasure. Once again he came out of me, he did not come back for a long time, he was busy with something, but because of my upright legs, I did not see what was happening there. Only when something cold touched my anus, and then with shocks he began to stuff a member there, I realized that he took the cream from the table and spread it on the ass to make it easier to enter. This size was clearly not for me, and so I began to violently escape.
But where could I deal with this mountain of muscles. Punching his way through the fat member gradually went to its full length, and then began the way back, turning me inside out. And again tearing the walls of the anus moved inside. I screamed, wriggled, strung like a piece of meat on a skewer. The insides could not get used to the size in spite of the fact that Milosh temporarily stopped and added more cream. While he was lubricating the broken anus, I took a breath. He spread my legs wide apart and moans began to enter again. I caught a glimpse that the head of the penis was spotted with blood. “My God, what did he do ?!” I managed to think, and at that moment the fuck of my ass continued with a new force. Pumping up the burning anus again and again, Milos finally began to cum, lowering me into the intestine. I finally sighed with relief when he left my butt. Lowering my stiff legs, I could not move. Slowly mixed with sperm flowed out of the bed. The throbbing pain in the ass was nonetheless pleasurable.
***
Opening the front door with the keys, I stepped into our apartment. Having put my suitcase, I threw off my shoes and stretched sweetly, finally I was at home. The husband came out to meet me, hugged and lifted me up.
- How did you relax? - He asked after a long kiss.
“Fine, but you were missing,” I purred in his ear.
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