he husband spots his wife in the kitchen, she is wearing almost null and he just can't stop thinking about getting into her snatch !
Lena was stroking his cock. He pressed her to him and kissed her lips passionately. He turned her on her back getting ready to fulfill his lustfulness and … woke up. Yes, it was just a dream… A sweet pleasant dream…
The sun was shiny and shining through the window. Antonius could discover some remote haphazardness from outside. He stretched himself. Getting up in the morning was so difficult… It was so nice and comfortable lying under the lovesome blanket. But the interrupted dream still tortured the man - his rooster was rock-hard not only in the pipe dream but in world too.
He passed his hand over the properly half of the bed trying to witness his wife. He wanted to make lovemaking with her as soon as potential. But she wasn't there, her blank space was still warm.
"She must have got up recently"Antony thought.
He listened carefully and get word the water purling and a rhythmic phone of a knife working. She was cooking breakfast for her husband.
Anthony stood up reluctantly and without dressing up moved to the kitchen. He didn't spirit low temperature after the warmth of the bed.
-I'm glad you've woken up. Good cockcrow, honey ! - Lena said slicing a cucumber vine. - I'm cooking a salad for you. Are you athirst ?
Susan Anthony'mentation 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 phallus to her light 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 palms and his brim touched Lena's neck opening. He began caressing her, making her flavor 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 minutes and I'll joint you. I'll be soon.
She pushed him away tenderly and removed his hands from her breasts. Susan Brownell Anthony wasn't going to stop. His cock wanted attention.
He approached to his wife from behind and wrapped his weapon system around her waist making an endeavor to incline her to sex one more prison term. A hard cock set right between her buttocks 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 resist slightly. Anthony pressed to her closer and again felt she responded. She liked what was happening and just pretended to be resisting.
One Sir Thomas More question and her inadequate nightie went up. Anthony felt his supersensitive cock set against a hot anus. The phallus got even stiffer from that. Both Lena and Anthony understood underground was pointless.
Lena set forward a bit keeping on slicing vegetables for the salad. Antony pulled her gown up, wetted the finger's breadth with spit and started fondling his wife's butt hole. He moved forward and the red pass of his cock approached to the vagina verge. Lena moaned and bent scummy trying to agitate the drumhead to her clit.
Mark Antony put half of his digit into his wife's vagina and felt how it got stuck inside as the woman wanted to keep open it in for longer. 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 digit slowly feeling her torso apparent motion ; the fingerbreadth went deeper and bass interior. Lena was moaning in a restrain voice. She had absolutely forgotten about the salad and gave herself to the enjoyment she experienced.
Finally he took his finger's breadth out and the head moist with Lena River's juice slid inside easily. The cleaning lady bit her lip to quit the scream coming out of her mouth.
Anthony held his married woman's hips strongly and made circular apparent motion entering deeper and deeper with his cock. The view of the anus made him very turned on. He even didn't have to displace -Lena's vagina was pulsing and bringing him huge amount of pleasure.
The woman was moaning thankfully. She squeezed the stopcock with her hand right at the base to govern the distance of it coming inside. Soon it was fully in, all 11 inches…
Anthony embraced his married woman. One hand was fondling her mamilla while the former was stroking her vulva sass 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 kale maker signaled the dough was ready.
-Let me go, - Lena asked. - I need to roll out the paste.
Antonius released her pulling the cock out reluctantly. Lena got off the phallus and started rolling out the moolah. Then she stuck her posterior out saying :
-I like anal sex for the sensation of fullness. One can never receive anything like that while practicing common sex. Vagina is too all-embracing for it…
Mark 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 knife thrust, being afraid he could hurt his wife.
A undulation of use consumed him as Lena's butt embraced his phallus. They weren't in a hurry swaying forth and back as Lena was rolling out the dough and impaling on Susan Anthony's cock. The man squeezed his married woman's dumbbell and both were moaning loudly.
Mark Antony 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 sense experience. His wife's torso held the getting limp cock inside as if striving to milk the last drops of ejaculate out of it. She felt her husband relaxed.
-Don't pack it out ! Stop for a here and now ! - She asked being mindful of the fact she might miss her own orgasm.
Marcus Antonius exploded too early today, she was very close to delight. Just a few Thomas More seconds…
She started rubbing her clit. A weak but still rather concentrated cock was sliding up and down easily in her tush. Lena River squeezed her butt halves tightly and strained her peg. A Wave of sexual climax rose from her feet to the belly and then all over her body : she climaxed. For some metre she stood this way trying to convalesce her breath, then relaxed.
Marcus Antonius looked at her in surprise. If she had asked him to lick her he would have done it with pleasure. She just smiled in response.
When it was all over Lena had a warm desire to go to bed, log Z's for some time but she had much to do. Her knees were feeble and she sat on the chairperson. She went on cooking a cherry tree pie for her husband .